Alright! First, explicit sex is ahead. Second, my version of Loki isn't nice guy Loki. He's not terribly dark here, but if I continue it might eventually go down that path. Third, this chapter is insanely long. Finally, this is all for Buster's Jezebel. If it wasn't for her (and maybe a deal we had with Tom and Norman had something to do with it) I might have given up on this. Gimme mine now, please!

Chapter 4

Darcy's initial relief of the alien killer's decision to go AWOL mutated over weeks into mild annoyance, and then quickly dissolved into resentment.

Logically, it made no sense. One minute of interaction with Loki took ten times more energy than that with a normal, human person. Darcy didn't mind that; the issue of her growing attraction plagued her. A crush on a stereotypical bad boy differed from one on a chaotically evil mass murderer.

But instead of forgetting about Loki, the old adage proved true. Absence did make the heart grow fonder…or in Darcy's case, obsessive and increasingly bitter. Everyone knew something was up with her. She daydreamed about him like a high school girl at work. How pathetic. If she had a spiral notebook Loki's name would be scrawled glittery ink all over the pages.

The man had an allure, no denying that, but Darcy missed his verbal smack downs more than his hotness. She already surrendered to the fact that she was terribly attracted to him, and whatever chaos that simmered beneath Loki's cool surface only added to it.

Like a junkie jonesing for a drug, Darcy set her sights on Jane to supply her Loki fix. It took time to craft the conversation and wait for Erick and Ian to be out of earshot to get tiny snippets from Jane.

"They have technology that's way more advanced than ours, but it's mixed with this old world culture and architecture," Jane got so excited and wide-eyed going back over her time there.

"Wait one second here. Are you saying Asgard is some steam-punk fantasy world? Now I have to go."

"Not exactly," Jane laughed.

"So Loki and you," Darcy casually steered the topic, and she wiggled her fingers at Jane. "Talked right?"

Jane inhaled, clearly unsure how to answer that. "Why are you so interested in him?"

Who wouldn't be? Darcy questioned Jane's genius intelligence. "Well, I've never got to meet him and he nearly killed us the first time he sent Lord Zedd to New Mexico. Can you blame me for being curious?"

Jane shook her head. "I guess not, but we barely said anything to each other," but she looked away shyly.

Intrigued, Darcy leaned forward. "You're such a bad liar."

The girl sighed and bit her bottom lip. "He might have said that…he liked me."

"What?!" Darcy didn't mean to shout, but a childish, sickening jealously seeped into her skin.

Jane blushed just recalling the encounter. "And that was after I slapped him in the face…For New York."

It took a moment for Darcy to recover from the stun. "He said that after you assaulted him?" The same Loki that would snap my neck in a heartbeat if I tried that shit?

Jane struggled to describe it. "I think he might have liked it. I don't know…he's different. I had no idea what was going on in his head." She shook her head as if trying to put the entire memory behind her.

So Loki likes Jane. No surprise there. The woman was a fucking genius with model good looks, and pretty sweet when she wasn't smacking dudes. Makes sense. The unwanted jealous reaction cemented Darcy's decision.

I'm never working late alone again.

She broke that vow within a week.

Darcy's long wavy hair ended up in her eyes and mouth for the third time. She blew it back out of her face and finally pulled it up on top of her head, stabbing a pen through the knot to keep it in place. She spent almost an hour searching every drawer in the lab for her misplaced iPod. She snapped her gum and cursed aloud in the empty, stupid lab.

Sweaty with irritation, Darcy already discarded her sweater and threw it onto Jane's desk. She stretched her neck and straightened the low-cut, old t-shirt that frayed around the seams. Darcy finally settled back into her chair, and took a calm meditative breath.

"Let's just get this shit done, and then I can get the fuck out of here."

An old song came on the static-y radio with the broken antennae, her poor excuse of a replacement for the moment. She turned up the music, grateful for the distraction. "Aww, Yeah, that's my jam," she closed her eyes and belted out half in-tune lyrics, for a good ten seconds before she heard the door behind her.

"Darcy, why am I not surprised you're still here?"

She swung around, already recognizing the voice, but still surprised. "Jane, you scared the crap out of me! If you were anyone else I'd have to kill you for what you witnessed." Darcy smiled at her and leaned back with a sigh. Her heart settled back to its normal rhythm and she finally relaxed.

Jane put down her bag and gave her a raised eyebrow, her eyes straying down to her shirt then back to her face. "You shouldn't stay so late here all by yourself."

"Alright mom." Darcy rolled her eyes. "I can handle myself." She looked behind her and fumbled, but grabbed her weapon. "Taser, remember?"

"I don't know. Your singing might be a good enough deterrent on its own."

"Bitch." Darcy playfully threw a pen at Jane. "I'll change that ringtone of yours again if you keep that up."

Jane smiled and took a seat in the rolling office chair next to Darcy. "Well, I noticed you're working extra and thought I'd say thanks for all you do and all that. Look what I brought." She pulled a bottle of liquor out of her bag. "It's not like I can give you a bonus or anything."

Darcy grasped the bottle with a grin. "Who are you and what did you do with Jane?"

Jane rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Oh come on. You make me sound so boring."

"So you actually trust me not to spill the booze on the electronics?"

Jane clinked her plastic cup with hers. She gestured to Darcy's shirt with a grin. "I didn't even know you wore clothes that weren't sweaters."

"After-hours is kinda the same as casual Friday. And I wasn't aware we had a dress code, boss."

Jane looked over Darcy's shoulder at the spreadsheets up on the monitor. "Haven't you been over that data already?"

"Just double-checking," Darcy waved absentmindedly as she exited out of the program. Darcy habitually checked the data before she left every day, just in case she saw something that would point out Loki's arrival. So I can make sure to avoid him. Except repeating the words in her head didn't make them true.

Darcy pulled over her large messenger bag, and bent over rummaging through it for the millionth time. She realized the angle presented a generous portion of her cleavage. "Sorry for the show," Darcy adjusted the low cut of the shirt up to cover more of her chest. "Didn't think I'd be in this position in front of my boss." She glanced up, but her glasses slipped down and off her face.

Jane caught them just before they hit the floor with a small laugh, and held them out for Darcy to take back.

"Ugh, thanks. I'm all over the place today."

"What did you lose this time?" Jane took a tiny sip of her drink, the patronizing tone clearly evident in her voice.

Darcy growled, irritated by the misplacement and Jane's negativity. "My freaking iPod, I can't find it anywhere. I know I had it here this morning."

"Are you sure you looked?" Jane's funny look annoyed her, and Darcy nearly snapped at her, but Jane continued. "'Cause what's that over there?" Jane gestured with the cup in her hand and Darcy gaped open mouthed at the iPod sitting, no joke, eye level on the computer tower next to her.

"That wasn't there earlier!" Darcy paused looking back to Jane who shook her head with a bit of 'I told you so' face.

"I'm serious!" Darcy let her own smile crack through and plugged it in to her computer, letting random music fill the room instead of static-filled radio.

"What would you do without me?" Jane dramatically sighed.

"Probably working as a waitress in a shitty diner."

Jane snorted a laugh. "Can you serve people without insulting them?"

"Probably not, but that would be my appeal."

"Sounds like failure written all over it." Jane took another sip.

"Look at you Miss Judge-y." Darcy gave Jane a look. "Alcohol sure brings out your sweet side. Just don't slap me in the face. I don't like you as much as Loki does."

She nearly spit into her glass with a laugh. "Is that so?"

Darcy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, Jane Foster can get two gods to be all over her without trying. Anyway, how is it with you and Mr. Universe-stud-muffin?" Darcy waggled her brows suggestively.

Jane winced. "Stud muffin?"

"If I were you I'd be on that every day. Like 3 times a day, at least."

Jane tried not to choke. "Good to know."

"You are really struggling over there aren't you?" Darcy laughed, and picked up her cup. "It's easy," she lifted it to her lips and shot back the entire contents in one swallow licking the residue off her lips and gave Jane a shrug. "Guess I have too much experience."

Darcy went back onto her iPod. "I think someone just took it and then placed it someplace obvious just to mess with me!" Was it bad that the first thing that came to her mind was Loki? Good thing she wasn't that crazy to think he'd actually come all the way to earth just to fuck with her. That would be…flattering.

Loki didn't even like her, why would he bother coming back if he didn't need to?

"Were you waiting for something?" Jane asked.

"Waiting?" Darcy felt a blush creep to her cheeks. "What would I be waiting for?" She glanced at the hard-copies on her desk. Not even the small, barely noticeable readings like when Loki returned before.

Darcy took off her glasses to squint at it close up; nothing. She slid them on the desk to rub the bridge of her nose.

"Darcy," Jane sighed. "I know what's going on."

Darcy spun around looking into Jane's somber face. "What are you talking about?" It suddenly got very hot in the room. That had been happening a lot recently. Wasn't she too young to be getting hot flashes?

Jane sighed looking down at her glass then back into her eyes. "Loki."

Words, Darcy tried to put something together. "Loki? What about Loki?" Her voice went up a few octaves. Pull it together. "He's dead."

"Is he?" Jane asked with all the seriousness of the world.

Her lips moved, but no sound exited her mouth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Jane sighed and raised her eyebrows, "Are you really going to play dumb with me?"

Darcy jumped to her feet, reeling in an awkward circle, grasping for a solid justification. Her eyes searched the room as if an answer would appear out of thin air.

Her phone chimed in her back pocket and Darcy used that an excuse to figure her shit out. Confusion and a cold prick of fear chilled her as a text from Jane just came in. Three missed texts in a row. She held it up close to her face, not about to turn around and face Jane to retrieve her glasses. Darcy glanced at the time, all were sent within the last 5 minutes.

'Are you still at the lab?'

'Can you do me a favor?'

'Hello? You there?'

Darcy remembered to breathe again. What the fuck kind of horror movie bullshit is going on?

That's not Jane. Darcy turned with a false look of calm on her face that wouldn't fool a blind man. Her mind raced, desperately to think of what the hell to do. Run for the door? Was it some crazy alien that was actually looking for Loki and going to torture her until she gave in?

"Well, looks like I gotta run," Darcy glanced around for her keys, and felt the desk for her glasses, too afraid to take her eyes off whoever the hell this was, and ready to leave everything else behind.

'Jane' gave her a curious look, "What's wrong?"

Darcy felt his voice before hearing it. The vibration of the rich and low came from behind.

"You are so terribly transparent."

She squealed and spun around face-to-face; well, face-to-chest with Loki.

"What the hell?!" She shoved him with both hands, but instead of coming into contact with the hard as rock density of his body, she went right through him. The momentum propelled Darcy face first into the wall; her hands barely made it up in time as she collided with a loud "oomph!"

"I hate you," she groaned, still pressed against the drywall.

"I don't think you understand the definition of hate," Loki's smug voice projected from the other side of the room now. She looked over her shoulder. Loki sat in the same chair and position as 'Jane' did seconds ago.

Mind blown. "You can do that too?" She whispered, afraid that her awe would get him off right there.

Loki raised a brow and took a drink from the glass in his hand, but his face still soured at the taste. "If you want to be believable in your lie, avoid immediate defensiveness. I would also advise not to use my name in the present tense, but otherwise well done."

"You scared the hell out of me," Darcy's hand still gripped her chest. At this rate, her future autopsy report read 'Death by Loki induced heart attack'.

"And it was very satisfying." A hint of disappointment crossed Loki's mind at how quickly she lost the calm and relaxed aura and honesty about her as she did when she thought he was Jane. There was so much more he could have dug into if he was more patient.

Darcy suppressed the fear that usually held her back. She finally stood to full height and set her fiery glare at him. Even with her limited sight, she noticed Loki's little smile disappear for a second and look at her as if she was a stranger.

"What?" She demanded. "What the hell was that look for?" She walked up to him with her hands on her hips.

Loki's eyes ran over her unobstructed face and voluptuous body. Did she always look like this? He set his jaw; she already had a strange, unnerving appeal. That justification allowed his arousal by her. You could dress up any trollop and get something halfway decent. She certainly wasn't the best he ever saw, but also nowhere close to the worst. Loki knew the look on her face. She wanted a fight; the energy radiated off of her.

"That was a real dick move, Loki." Darcy waved her phone in front of him as she got in his personal space, and stared him down in his seat. "How long were you going to parade around as Jane if she didn't freaking text me?"

"As long as you entertained me," he stood and rose much taller than her, reasserting his dominance.

"I'm not some pet or toy you just play with when you're bored." Darcy kept her glare now forced to tilt her chin upward.

Loki's lips parted with a small laugh, as if she just told him a hilarious joke. "Of course you are."

Before Darcy could scream at him a loud pop song blasted though the speakers. She ripped the usb cord from the computer, immediately silencing it. "Alright I may have a guilty pleasure of bad music!" Her voice high pitched and mortified, even though he presumably had no idea about Earth music. Led Zeppelin and Miley Cyrus probably both sounded like noise to him.

Darcy took the second to recompose, and plucked the pen half tangled in her mess of hair. She pulled the unruly brown locks into a ponytail using a rubber band on the desk, knowing it was going to suck to get off later.

"You must really like Jane, to go all drag in her look," Darcy gave him a once over with a smirk, moving the attention back to him.

Loki despised everything quintessentially Darcy. "Well, she is a beautiful woman." He shrugged with a smile.

Darcy raised a brow and frowned, glancing at her chipped nail polish. "Yes, she is," She smiled innocently. "And your brother's pretty damn hot."

Loki surprised her by chuckling. "Yes, as I recall you would be 'on that three times a day'."

Darcy did her best to keep up her relaxed demeanor. "Well, it's the truth, but he's not the only one I'd put in that category." Blatantly flirting, this felt a bit much even for her.

His eyes swept over Darcy's body again and mockingly grinned. "Can a human like you even go three times a day? I find that unlikely."

She broke into laughter, and reached back to retrieve her glasses, completely shocked that he would indulge her ridiculous and obviously taunting statement.

Loki grit his teeth, her pure laugh had a lilt of ecstasy to it and it lit up her face. He felt it in his chest.

"God, I think you're the only one who can make me lose it like that." Darcy ran a hand over her reddened cheek, embarrassed but smiling. Did you come back just to fuck with me?"

Suddenly Loki's body pressed flush against hers, with a hand around her neck. She gasped at the contact.

"Yes," he murmured, with his lips brushing against her cheek. "I enjoy fucking with you, mortal."

Darcy's mouth suddenly dried, forming words proved difficult. Hell, breathing normally didn't seem possible.

There should be a rule for the universe: Loki may never utter a variant of 'fuck' aloud again. It physically stopped hearts.

"Aww, I like you too, Loki," Darcy prided herself at the retort; not falling for his blatant teasing, at least not outwardly. I deserve a fucking Oscar for this performance.

Loki laughed and it traveled right down between her thighs. "Oh, you pitiful little thing." His face held his disdain even with his smile. "I don't like you."

Darcy shrugged casually. In fact, the small twitch of confusion on his lips made her more enthusiastic, but not as much as his attempt to insult.

"Good," she let her eyes drop from his face to his neck and chest. "That wouldn't be any fun."

Loki chuckled deep in his chest, her eyes almost rolled back at the sensual sound. Oh, the human wants to play, does she? Even while her façade cracked so openly before his eyes? He'd have her begging. Being completely concealed in Asgard did not leave ample time for much play. The human would cure his boredom.

She finally tried to pull back his grasp, but he let her easily slip away without even trying to keep her put. Darcy already missed the tightness around her throat. Darcy knew when she was being played. Alright, let's dance bucko.

"I didn't forget that you called me by my name." She leaned in with a wink. "Even if it was in Jane's voice it was still you."

Loki smugly smiled. "I did. And I see how you consider my use of it as an honor, little mortal." He stalked towards her.

"That's not what I meant." Darcy backed away until she hit Jane's desk for the millionth time, unable to move when Loki closed the gap again. Goddamn these desks always ruining my escape route!

It took only two strides with his long legs to make it back to her again. "Must you make everything," Loki gripped Darcy's waist and pulled her violently up against him, "so complicated?" He hissed down at her with a feral gaze.

Darcy's gasp, and blown out pupils indicated she failed hardcore to keep a semblance of control. Thank god he had no idea how wet she was. Well, check mate.

"Nice one God of Mischief. I haven't been keeping score, but I think you're ahead." Darcy eyes slowly lifted meet his mirthful blue-green ones, and she felt like a deer in the headlights of a rapidly approaching Mack truck. Her fate sealed; this was gonna get messy.

Darcy finally pressed both hands on him to push him back. Surprisingly he stepped back fluidly, but didn't give her the space she needed. He was still too close and she was pinned in her spot.

"You win; you can stop messing around with me."

Loki enjoyed her frustration and puzzlement. "I intend to," he said narrowing his eyes.

Nervous nausea rose in Darcy's knotted stomach. Throwing up wouldn't be any good. Darcy's thoughts quickly trailed off as his hand pulled her chin up to look at him. So damn tall. She squirmed in his grasp, her hands gripped the edge of the desk, white-knuckled.

Loki didn't savor her fear or lust; annoyance clouded his mind instead. She affected him more than he cared for, but the feisty thing yielded like he knew she would. Her eyes dared him to continue even when she was so deliciously frazzled. The power of causing that never got boring. Loki reveled in winding her up just to see what she'd do, and in that he found his own excitement.

"Dude okay, you're hot. Can you stop getting all up on me?" Darcy's words opposed every fiber of her being, and didn't match her shaking voice. But admitting it might put an end to this insanity. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, it had to be audible.

Loki's game of teasing the woman left him in a dilemma. The option for having her right now after it had been so long grew more tempting. He temporarily repressed the pent up energy and lack of control. Time to end it. Perhaps leave her quaking? He let her chin go, and leaned down, grinning in triumph.

"Shall I let you go?" The cadence of his words gave her chills, and she no longer fought it. "So you can go home to that boy of yours and," Loki deliberately spoke the next words inches from her full lips. "Pretend he's me?"

Darcy violently pulled away and glared at him while barely able to catch her breath.

"You," she hissed venomously. "You think you're so fucking badass-"

Loki forcefully grasped Darcy's hair and crashed her lips to his.

Resistance was fucking futile.

Darcy mewled and dug her fingers into leather; her lips parted and worked against his enthusiastically. The blood rushing in her ears coupled with her pounding heart in her chest was deafening.

Loki recognized his mistake immediately, as soon as his mouth touched her plump, soft lips. An overwhelming sweet flavor entrapped his tongue while the scent of arousal and woman elicited a loud, unexpected exhale from him. He tugged her head back by her ponytail; the brunette strands wound tight around his fist, breaking contact after a maddeningly brief few seconds.

"Yes I do," he rasped, giving her a smile to hide his annoyance with his own reaction. "And you obviously think so as well."

Loki's plan to just tease until she begged derailed. Here she laid open to him, not fighting his hold and she panted. Her chest heaved, and he looked down, getting the view down her shirt. The woman was blessed with curves, and right now he wanted to devour her whole. This average, impetuous, young thing fucking called to him: begged him to lower himself to touch and taste her. Countless gorgeous women Loki had been with of goddess standards, and now he lusted after a busty girl in a low-cut metal band t-shirt. Oh how far he had fallen.

"Seems like you do like me," Darcy managed a smile even with her head at an awkward angle, and the obvious flood of nervousness mixed with arousal. She shifted with discomfort at the soaked panties stuck against her pussy.

"Silence," Loki growled.

Going against everything sane in the world Darcy decided to fucking go for it.

"Make me." Darcy shot back, raising her chin as much as she could in defiance.

"Is that what you want?" Loki twisted his wrist; her scalp burned in pain as hair almost ripped from its roots, and he growled against her lips. "Me to play to your sick little whims?" Darcy took a ragged inhale, sucking in his scent, and trying to memorize it. Loki didn't give her a moment to take a breath, greedily taking her lips again, and rolled his tongue in her mouth with sickening expertise.

Loki slammed her body against Jane's desk, and used one fluid motion to push her ass up on the surface with only a small gasp of her lips against his. He tasted and smelled of something foreign. Of course Loki would have a distinct flavor. Darcy tightened her thighs around his hips, and grinded her body against his, wanting the friction against her breasts and against her pussy.

Is this real? Darcy's doubt dissolved with just the firmness of his hands slide up her waist. Instead of fear of his overuse of strength it only made her want more. She wanted to feel his power; how fucking erotic is it that he could kill her with the flick of his wrist. Not very…actually. You freak.

Darcy didn't know whatever the fuck Loki's end goal was, but she wasn't going to stop it.

Loki's tongue ran over the pulse point in her neck before biting hard enough that Darcy cried out in pain. She rocked herself against him involuntarily, and kept his mouth in place gripping the back of his neck. Her fingers brushed through his incredibly soft, dark hair; another thing to hate about him.

With her guard down and no barbed words she felt exposed. What if they found out? What would Jane say? What would anyone say? More importantly, why was he doing this? It had to be a trick, a cruel joke like the movie Carrie except no cool telekinetic retribution.

"I can't…" Shut up, yes you can! The lust infused protest sounded anything but sincere.

"Of course you can; you want it so badly as it is." Loki hissed, and thrust his hips so even through all the thick clothing she felt his erect cock.

She licked her lips and arched her back for more with a small groan. Darcy found the thickness almost too impressive, and fought the rising panic. She could count the guys she slept with on one hand. Loki had over one thousand years on her.

She didn't respond, barely able to meet his eyes. Slowly he smiled and leaned forward, teasing her with his lips inches from hers.

"Tell me," he gripped her hips, pressing himself harder against her core. "We both already know. I just want to hear it from your repulsive mouth."

Darcy sneered. "You dick. I'm not just going to do whatever you tell me to." Fucking make me. Please.

Loki licked his lips with a small laugh, not the response Darcy expected. Then a dangerous glint in his eyes chilled her for a second. Loki pulled her in and kissed her again, slow and methodical; drinking in every bit of fear and self-consciousness that flickered across her face.

Her body tensed then relaxed, when his hands finally slid up the outside of her shirt and one hand firmly squeezed a breast. Her legs locked around his waist, submissive in his kiss until he broke it, and thank god because she needed air at normal time increments, as most humans do.

Loki could have ground his teeth in self-hate at how much he wanted this woman. There was so much he wanted to test her with. This one needed a leash, the feral little beast begged to be tamed.

Meanwhile, Darcy waited for him to pull the rug out from under her.

Loki grasped her face in a tight, nearly painful hold and kept her close. His eyes could barely move from her delicious vulgar mouth to her eyes. "You human women are so easy to manipulate." He withheld his laughter at her scowl.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to your hard-on," she spoke still in his grasp, thrusting her hips up to grind against him. He smirked. "So much for your game, right?"

He quirked a brow. "It hasn't even started yet." Loki's fingers caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward. Darcy expedited the process, assisting his hands with tearing it off over her head. Now instead of just his insanely strong hands, Loki licked hungrily down her chest.

Holy fuck. Darcy yelped as his hand slid into her bra and slender fingers pinched her hard nipple painfully.

"You damned women of this realm wear such ridiculous clothing," he accused acidly and nipped the top of her breast in punishment. Darcy groaned louder than she wanted to.

"Sounds like you have a lot of experience in this realm," she gasped and winced as Loki twisted harder, his other hand slid around her back and unhooked her bra with ease.

"More than you can imagine, mortal," his hands lowered to her hips. "Up."

She could barely regulate her breathing, much less anything that required actual coordination. Loki impatiently lifted her with minimal effort, and shoved her back without properly regulating his strength. Darcy's elbows painfully caught her on the desktop, but she barely felt it hopped up on endorphins.

His fingers slid into the waist band of her pants and pulled. The fabric tore like paper down to her thighs.

"Fucking shit!" Darcy yanked on his leather long jacket piece, if you could call it that. "You can't just destroy my clothes." She attempted to cover her chest noticing that besides her black panties she was fucking naked while he hadn't removed anything yet. Darcy thanked all deities that she decided not to wear frumpy underclothes. And thank god I shave…everything!

He didn't feign one ounce of concern or apology. "Looks like I just did."

Darcy decided to do the same and pulled at pieces his outfit that she guessed connected. Loki grunted in irritation at her chaotic disarraying of his clothing and pulled her hands away.

"As hilarious as it would be to watch you struggle, I prefer not to waste my time." With one sensual roll of his shoulders he shrugged off the outer layer, letting it fall to the floor with a loud clang. Darcy had no idea how much weight he wore.

Oh god it just got real. Before consequences and guilty thoughts swarmed her brain, Darcy launched herself at him. Mid-way done unclasping what was on his chest, Loki was unprepared for her assault. His small noise of surprised was muffled by her mouth. Loki chuckled and continued to undress, working around her grabbing hands until he finished with his upper body. Her hands immediately ran over his lean, muscular shoulders down his chest, stomach and then scraped her nails against his skin as she dipped just below the leather on his hips.

Loki followed suit; his fingers slid downwards into her panties but Darcy jumped at the contact.

"Surely you're not this skittish around that human boy," he admonished with a smirk.

"Will you shut the fuck-" Her curses trailed off when his fingers just barely brushed over the soaked crotch of her panties. Darcy's breath caught in her throat in anticipation, but he stayed just outside.

"No, I will not," Loki grinned. "How long were you this wet for me?" He pushed the thin fabric aside, slid a finger against her soaked lips and finally slipped inside her. Darcy did her best not to moan out, biting her lip, but as another joined she let the moan finally escape, her body heated up. "I knew you wanted me, but to desire me this badly," his fingers curled inside of her, making her buck. "You poor thing."

Loki's voice dripped with condescension, and it couldn't have sounded more erotic to Darcy.

He brought his fingers covered with her juice to her lips and but her scent caught Loki off guard and without thinking he tasted her himself. Of course this lowly woman would be this irresistible.

They were interrupted by the rap song she used for a ringtone from her fucking phone. It was specifically for Jane.

"Fuck." Darcy glanced over, the screen lit up with her boss's face.

"Answer it," Loki ordered before she could even decide what to do. She reached over with the gnawing feeling she just made an awful mistake.

No longer under the insanity of passion Darcy squinted at the bright fluorescent lights and involuntarily put an arm in front of her chest, angling her body away from his sight with a heightened sense of self consciousness.

"Hey Merlin, can you do something about the lights? They're kinda bright. Do some wizardy stuff." Darcy quickly answered the phone, before he could respond. His eyes darkened, but she gave him a big smile and turned away.

"Hello?"

Loki's palatable irritation both thrilled and scared her. But what could he do to her when she's on the phone with Jane?

"Darcy? Are you still at the lab?" Jane sounded apprehensive.

"Umm, maybe?" Darcy glanced at the man in front of her who looked far too devious to be up to any good. She needed to make this quick, and made sure to not sound breathless. "You need something?"

"I've been texting you. I think I left my notes from this morning there."

Darcy rolled her eyes, silently mouthing "Are you fucking kidding me?" She elbowed Loki out of the way to look around and found the notebook. She was sitting on it.

"Yeah, it's here. You're not coming all the way back for it, are you?" She stood up a little worried and completely uncomfortable being naked in the middle of the damn office. She didn't dare look at Loki, so when lights dimmed and Darcy smiled. Wow, he listened. Her thankfulness promptly vanished when Loki shoved her forward over the desk. She managed to keep the surprised grunt quiet, but the rattle and bang of the collision still traveled over the phone. Staplers and paperclips went flying.

"Did you drop something again?" Jane asked. "Oh god, please don't tell me it was something expensive."

"Just office supplies, don't worry." Darcy turned her head and covered the phone hissing at Loki in a threatening but panicked whisper. "Don't you fucking dare!" Jane began to explain why said notes were wanted, but Darcy couldn't listen. Loki's hand on the back of her neck forced her eyes straight ahead.

"You are in for a treat," he murmured in her unoccupied ear. "Do you have any idea how loud I am going to make you scream, little mortal?"

"It's late, there's no way you need them tonight." Darcy swallowed hard and spoke quickly, hearing more rustling behind her. He was flush against her back again, his fingers wet from his mouth, slid slowly up her inner thigh and teased against her slit before thrusting back inside of her soaking pussy. Her free hand hit the desk hard, keeping her mouth shut for the gasp. This was Loki's idea of fun.

"How should I take you?" Loki asked, and then teeth sunk into her shoulder. Darcy muffled the cry of pain against her palm.

"Are you okay?"

Loki quietly laughed at Jane's question and Darcy assumed she was now either bruised or bleeding. But fuck, she wanted him to do it again. He could probably tell, since she thrust back against his hand, wetter than before.

"I'm fine," Darcy said between clenched teeth.

"Like a little pain, do you?"

Darcy winced at Loki's question; his hands and body left hers. Darcy panicked at what the fuck he was going to do next.

"Go, and be with your thunder god boyfriend, and you can get your notes tomorrow. Come in on Saturday if you're that desperate." Please just hang up!

"Alright. Well, don't stay too late."

"Yup. Bye!" Darcy quickly hung up and took a much needed breath. "You asshole!" She growled looking over her shoulder, but with heated eyes. The hunger and slightly psychotic glow in his eyes, reminded her of the fact that he wasn't completely sane…or human.

"So with that whole changing how you look thing," Darcy tried to act casual and glanced him over before looking down at her phone. "Can you do Brad Pitt circa Fight Club era?" She swiped through her photos, and turned shoving the device in his face. "I got a picture, will that work?"

Loki ripped the phone from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Hey!" Darcy's eyes tried to follow where it landed, but his tall body blocked her view. "You better not have broken that!"

"Quiet." Loki said with a husky rasp to his voice, and shoved her back to her seated position on the desk. His hands unbuckled and unstrapped the lower complicated part of his pants.

"That costs money, you know. I don't have a kingdom with a pile of gold at my disposal!" Loki's hand covered her mouth, shoving her head and back against the wood.

"You will shut the fuck up," he said sliding his rock hard cock against her pussy. "Does that vocabulary work better for you?"

It did. And holy hell, she could feel how huge his cock was compared to the other guys she'd been with. Darcy wasn't even going to look, and breathed deep through her nose.

Loki admired the anxiety on her face. "My dear girl, do have any idea how many men and women have killed to be in your position right now?"

Fucking hell, he said men and women didn't he? Darcy's wide-as-saucer eyes feared for the moisture damage to the oak slab beneath her. Of course, Loki lived over a thousand years longer than her so no surprise.

As soon as his hand left her mouth she spoke still in shock. "That's…surprisingly hot." Darcy admitted before she realized it, and then scrambled to recover. "So my orgy comment was spot on wasn't it?"

Loki growled at her sass, she so obviously wanted to put in her place. The woman took what he gave her. It was unclear what he found worse, her acceptance or his desire to further it. How much can she take?

Her fingers dug into Loki's hair as his mouth latched on to a nipple. The sharp sting of pain of his teeth replaced the velvety touch of his tongue on her breast. One hand gripped her hip hard, while the other slid under her shoulder and kept her body arched to him. Her fear was replaced with no holds barred lust, she needed him now.

"Okay, you made your point," Darcy ground out with a whine. "I'll shut up. Just do it."

"You humans are so fragile, I think I remember how much to hold back."

He teased her again so she could feel his erection sliding between her slick lips. Darcy tried to push herself onto him, but he pulled back just the tiniest bit.

"Where is the fun in that for me?"

"That should be obvious!" She shouted in frustration.

Loki's hand shot out and gripped her neck tight. Too tight.

"Shh," he softly hushed in her ear. Even though no air entered her lungs, Darcy shivered. His other hand finally gripped her thigh and slowly filled her, making sure her eyes were on his. She was so dripping he could already feel the urge to shame her for it. She didn't fight him and closed her eyes tight. Knowing the soft, pale skin under his hand would be marked from his excess strength only pleased him further.

When Loki finally released her, he pulled back slowly, then thrust deeper into her while she gasped for air. He waited for her to smack him, scream at him again, but her glazed over blue eyes showed no sign of anger.

Darcy turned her attention from the thick cock buried into her and to what the hell got her to this point. Nonexistent foreplay, talking about past conquests of both sexes, and his rough handling only added to how fucking hot she was for him. Each hard, deep thrust nearly made her scream.

So easy. Loki watched her parted lips breathe, and then silently mouth what she couldn't bring herself to say. He pulled the glasses off her face and tossed them gently aside, before they fell off her face.

"What do you want?" He asked with a grin. "Harder? Is that what you're trying to say?" He asked with a sharp snap of his hips.

Darcy nodded with a groan.

"Not good enough," Loki playfully patted her cheek just hard enough to demean and sting but not really hurt. "I know how much you like to talk. Answer me."

Again, Loki noticed she didn't growl or yell at him for his rough treatment. Instead a startled gasp erupted from her lips before she should get out some words. "You want it just as much as I do. Why should I?"

He liked how she winced after her words, waiting for him to physically chastise her. She wants it. Loki ran his thumb over her parted lips. "Because I asked it of you, wench; that's why." Loki slammed into her harder.

"Yes, fuck!" Darcy shouted before she realized what just happened. "I-mean no, you jerk." She wasn't strong enough to play this game.

He learned quickly, or she guessed that was why he managed to fuck her perfectly after only seconds of when he hit the spot that made her shudder and moan. She couldn't usually come at the drop of a hat. But then why was she now gasping for air like an oxygen starved drowning victim?

"I should have expected as much from you. Now, Thor's woman…" Loki growled with lust.

Darcy cried out as his hand gripped her hair again. He enjoyed forcing her to look at him, especially when he insulted her. Confusion battled with want at his teasing in a way she never experienced before.

"That is a girl I could beat into submission. I would have no need to ask her to suck my cock; she would already be on her knees like a good girl. But here I am taking in strays."

Instead of the scene coming to a screeching halt, she burned and slickened between her thighs even more. Am I fucked in the head? Darcy almost shot back at how even knew the word 'cock', but the coherent part of her brain that controlled speech and witty lines was compromised.

"You like it," Loki's tongue ran over his bottom lip. "Do you see how thrilling it is to have no control?"

Darcy wanted to nod, she wanted to say "Oh God yes." But one last shred of dignity remained to keep her quiet. Maybe there was an underlying justification for his narcissism. Maybe Loki was just that fucking good.

His debasement worked. Darcy knew she was just another girl he normally wouldn't look twice at. She whimpered and thrust her hips back to him. Her left hand had nails digging deep into the smooth, skin of his toned, broad shoulder. She was so close.

"Oh god," Darcy whispered and instantly hated herself for letting him know how good it was for her.

"Darcy."

Her chest tightened in shock hearing her name from his lips even with his scornful laugh.

"Such an atrocious name," Loki changed his pace and plunged into her roughly, getting a shriek from her mouth. "It fits such a dreadful girl."

His looks, his voice, his fucking charisma intoxicated her. She wanted him more. To lose control in front of Loki scared her, even when Darcy didn't have any control to begin with.

Darcy bit back a scream; she fucking loved it. She knew he knew it too. "More," she gasped out. This was no time to play the innocent one; if she wanted more she needed to work for it.

"Have you no shame?" His sardonic smile looked delicious as he held her face tightly. "Desperate little wench." Mortal girls were so easy to please, but this one was stunning. He savored seeing that obnoxious mouth and those swollen lips rendered speechless.

His fingers raked back the strands of hair that fell out of her pony tail and stuck to her sweaty face. Bit by bit she broke. Even with all her sass and wise-cracks she was still Darcy and he was a god. Loki's breath was heavy, and made her mind swim. Hearing how close he spiked a sudden wave of euphoria in her lust-driven haze. Darcy shuddered as his tongue licked up the slick skin of her neck, and then returned to her lips so she could taste the saltiness.

"You lost before it ever started." Loki's teeth bit down hard on her bottom lip; Darcy yelped and jerked at the abrupt pain.

That's when it hit her, the disgraceful way she writhed beneath him; just like the whore he called her. The power differential blinded her inhibitions.

Darcy braced herself with one arm on the desk, and the other around his neck. His hand slipped around her waist, lifting her to him easily hitting that spot deep inside. Darcy caught his satisfied smile before burying her head into his neck and coming immediately, unable to even keep herself up or moving. Loki pulled her violently back up to him with plenty of strength for the both of them. The unexpected speed and power of her orgasm had her almost in tears. She smothered a shrill scream against his skin. All the work of hiding behind a demeanor of indifference and sarcasm obliterated.

Loki barely held on when her wet heat clenched around him. He witnessed the awe in her eyes, and Loki knew worship when he saw it, he desperately missed it. Darcy eagerly spread her legs wider, now each thrust made an unabashed open-mouth cry escape her mouth. His pleasure being on her mind a mild surprise, little witch surprised him too fucking much.

His wench wanted him to come, did she? "You want me to come? Want to feel me inside of you?" His rasping voice edged on cruel.

"God, yes," she murmured, and Loki barely kept his power in check. His hands braced himself on the desk and gripped her ass. He choked back a breath when her mouth surprisingly kissed his neck, as he slammed his cock deep inside of her one last time with a groan louder than he wanted. Loki's forehead hit her shoulder and felt the nearly minute pressure of her legs tightening their hold around his to keep him deep inside of her. Loki allowed himself the moment of recovery.

Darcy knew she looked and sounded a fucking mess. She reluctantly lifted her head from his neck. Sweaty with makeup smeared on her face and still trembling, Darcy's self-consciousness was off the charts, but Loki's uneven breathing and low growl indicated he probably didn't care about that. Their eyes met and it was the longest they ever went without speaking.

As Loki was able to get from his elbows back up to his hands, her legs and arms let go so they could quickly separate.

Darcy did what could be considered an Olympic gymnastics move to get on the other side of the desk for coverage as she scrounged for her clothes. Too afraid to look at him, she wondered if he'd disappear.

Oh man that would be fucking great. No joke.

So of course, when she looked up from awkwardly and hurriedly pulling on her panties and t-shirt, not even bothering with her bra, he was still there.

And somehow fully fucking clothed.

Darcy took a step and tried to hide her waver in her walk. "Well that happened." Yep, just start with the weird talking too much, and let's get this done with. "Are you actually wearing clothes or is that just an illusion and you're still naked?" Her voice was far from steady. Darcy sat on the floor to pull on her ripped up pants.

She reached for the forgotten bottle of liquor he/Jane brought and took the longest gulp she physically could. Darcy avoided looking directly at him, licking her lips with disgust at the burn down her throat.

"So does that mean you like me now? Or not, you seem the type that would be into hate-fucking chicks."

Loki looked over her carefully. "My opinion of you has not changed."

Darcy sighed, regaining some calm.

"But you do intrigue me."

She didn't expect that, and scrambled for words thanks to her cloudy brain. Why is he still here? "I guess I can make do with that. I know you don't fancy me as much Jane." She even gave her best accent for that one.

He raised a brow. "Good to know she mentioned me."" Loki smiled slyly. "Glad that we left an impression on each other."

Darcy snorted back a laugh.

"Another example of how refined you are." Loki appeared conflicted. "The idea of a repeating of this becomes less and less appealing the more you speak."

Darcy got to her feet, revitalized. "Wow, I'm surprised you tainted your royal dick by fucking a lowly, classless peasant like me."

The rapacious flash in Loki's eyes made her stomach drop. Darcy quickly cleared her throat too bothered by that look to even address it.

"And what makes you think I even want to do this again?" It was such a terrible lie that he silently exhaled with disapproval at how badly it came off. "Whatever," she ground out. Why did it feel like he could read her so easily now, or was he just not hiding it anymore?

Darcy haphazardly fixed what was thrown around midst the sex, but glanced up at the lights still out over their half of the lab. "Hey thanks for using the Force earlier, you can fix the lights now." And then you can go. Darcy quickly ducked under the desk to retrieve her miraculously undamaged phone Loki decided to treat like a softball.

The longer he was there the more she wished an asteroid would destroy the planet that second.

Before she could even think of just hiding in her wooden cave until he decided to leave; Loki grasped her arm yanking her to her feet and pulling her against his body.

"What the hell, dude?!" She shrieked, but the heavy breath against her ear stilled her with his low and thick voice.

"Know that I would take you again right here and now at least twice more if I thought your inexperienced, fragile body could handle it."

She couldn't not respond to that with incredulousness. "No offense, but most people can't just have orgasms like that. That shit is in trashy romance novels and fan fiction." She looked him up and down again. "And I bet you can do that to all your alien friends at those orgies. That's impressive though, I'm not going to lie. I'm shocked I had one at all, especially when you didn't go down...Why the hell am I telling you this?" She tried to rip her arm from his hand, but this time he didn't let go.

"So terribly sad for you," he used his free hand to run a finger over the bruises on her neck. "I would love to prove you wrong and watch you come apart over and over until you begged me to stop. If I choose to have you again, know that I will not be as considerate. It would be regretful to break a pet with such potential so soon."

"A pet?!" She spat, trying to be angry, but she was flustered. "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" Internally she did, but he didn't have to know that. Wow, you just took feminism back 1000 years.

"Of course," Loki furrowed his brow, as if she was completely stupid.

Darcy was floored; emotions of too many kinds swam in her head. She just wanted to go, and drink, and drink some more until she passed out.

Loki looked around the room then back at her conspiratorially. "Would you like me to show you a trick?" He released her arm and she couldn't will herself to move.

"No." She shook her head, wary of him. Every scowl, smirk, every fucking word he uttered had underlying intent. The bastard mind-fucked her the entire time. He was dangerous. She could see herself falling under that fucking spell. She needed to get out.

Loki quirked a small smile. "Don't be foolish. Your lies only get worse. I can show you how I manipulated the lights earlier; even you can probably pull it off."

He reeled her in like a moth to a flame. Darcy looked up wide-eyed. "Really?" The amusement in his bright blue-green eyes was near off the charts. That only added to the excitement that took over her exhausted system.

"The method is the same as I used earlier," Loki began.

Darcy pushed aside nervousness and anxiety for a moment.

"Are you paying attention?" His voice gained a seriousness that she almost didn't know how to act toward.

"Yes," Darcy was breathless. She had goose bumps. Holy shit, he was going to show her fucking magic.

She watched Loki's arm reach out and his fingers flipped the switches on the wall, plunging the room into darkness.

Darcy couldn't stop the hysterical laughter pouring out of her. She laughed so hard tears began to fall. Then her chest clenched in discomfort and got worse each second.

She turned the lights back on, knowing he was already gone. She was grateful because her throat closed up. She grabbed her keys, slung her bag over her shoulder, and raced out to her car. Darcy slammed the door closed and bit back full sobbing that bubbled dangerously close to the surface. It was one thing to know what turned her on, but he knew how to make her laugh. Laugh!

It horrified her how easily he slipped behind her defenses. He chewed her up and spit her out a few dozen times in one night. He fucked her head just as hard as he fucked her body.

Hours later, she was still sick to her stomach with guilt, shame, and her own weakness. Was that worth it? The answer was obvious.

Yes, every fucking second of it.

Thanks to everyone who has read and/or reviewed. I hope it was enjoyable! I'm thinking of continuing this into something darker and a lot more kinkier. Maybe? If I do I think it will be a new story not just added chapters to this one, but that will be later down the line. I still have a Loki/Frigga one to work out(yes, I'm fucking going there) and another story I let fall the wayside.