Loki/Darcy Week: Day 2 - Library

Library.

Loki finds her in the library.

Darcy Lewis sits on a couch with her feet tucked under her and a book resting on her knees. She’s biting her thumb nail as she becomes more and more lost in a world of mythical creatures, legends, and fairytales.

He’s never seen her look this at peace before. Darcy Lewis always had crazy antics, loud music playing, and a wild smile on her face. She’s a lovely creature, but there’s never any silence around.

She’s silent now, and Loki can practically see her prancing around in whatever legend she’s reading. She’s not the damsel, he knows this. She’s the adventurer and if she’s not getting into any trouble then she’s not happy. She’s the pirate, the rebel princess, the victorious heroine, the warrior goddess. She’s everything and anything she wants to be.

She’s never looked more beautiful to him than she did right now. She could wear the finest dresses from Asgard and still it wouldn’t compare to how Darcy Lewis looked when lost in a book.

“Are you going to say anything or are you actually gonna stare at me the whole time?”

Her voice startled him and he vaguely thinks of how she’s one of the few Midgardian’s who could do such a thing (Tony Stark would always be number one in the shock department).

Loki shook off the shock and noticed that she hadn’t looked away from the book she was engrossed in. He smirked and took a seat next to her on the couch. She still didn’t look at him.

“You look beautiful.” He told her in a velvety voice.

That got Darcy’s attention. She actually snorted with laughter, which turned into hysterical laughing because, ‘really, who snorts!’

Loki would have joined in the laughter, however absurd it may have been, but the frigid librarian had the audacity to shush them… rather rudely he might add.

He contemplated turning the woman into a toad. It seemed suiting for the bitter wrinkly woman. He quickly thought against it though. The last thing he needed was more bad publicity. He was already on lockdown for trying to enslave the earth. He figured that people wouldn’t be too pleased with him turning a librarian into a toad when he was still in the midsts of redemption.

Darcy’s voice, lower this time, lured him away from his thoughts again. “That’s so fucking cheesy, Loki.”

He raised an eyebrow. He was still getting used to new Midgardian slang.

“Is it ‘cheesy’ to compliment my companion?” He asked putting his long arm around her shoulders.

Darcy’s face contorted in disgust. “Ew! Don’t call me your companion! That makes me sound like a pet. Just call me your girlfriend.”

“But you are neither.” She raised an eyebrow. “You are a woman.” He quickly amended. “And you are not my friend. You are my lover.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Loki, here on earth we call it girlfriend/boyfriend… or fuck buddies. It’s all good.”

Loki blinked. “May I just call you my lover instead?”

She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine! Just as long as I can call you my little fuck horse.” She replies with a sly grin. (He realizes that he’s rubbing off on her… they do often rub off on each other…)

“Why would you want to call me that?” He asked skeptically, but still somewhat amused.

“Well, I had originally come to the library to read some of your myths. I got caught up in the fairytales soon though. I read in a couple of books that you fucked a horse and got knocked up. Or the horse got knocked up. There are a lot of versions.” She told him laughter in her eyes. He merely blinked and stared at her. “Sooo…. Is it true?” She gave him a wink.

His serious expression turned into a smirking one as he leaned in close to her. “How about you tell me how your day was, dear?” He suggested huskily and then pressed his cool lips against her neck, leaving a small kiss there.

“Dude! This is a friggin’ library. No sexy times here! And you’re totally avoiding the question.” She said shoving at him slightly but he could still see the amusement in her eyes.

“Why can we not consummate our needs here?” He asked slyly, getting even closer to her person (not that she really minded). “We’ve done so almost everywhere else.”

“Because this is my childhood.” She replied pushing his face away when he tried kissing her again. “I’m not tainting my childhood play place… like we’ve tainted all of those other places.”

“Your play place was the library?” He questioned suddenly serious.

“Well, not exactly a play place. More like a sanctuary.”

“Sanctuary?” Loki was suddenly brought back to his own childhood. When none of the other children wanted to play with him, preferring Thor over him.

“Yeah. I was a pretty weird kid, or at least everyone else thought I was. Other kids played sports and went to the playground, I’d go to the library and happily get lost in fairytales… no matter how creepy they got.” She replied with a shrug.

Loki is often surprised by how much he and this mortal woman have in common. As a child, Darcy Lewis sanctioned in the library to get lost in stories. As a child, Loki did the same accept he preferred books about spells. Of course they do have things that differ them completely. Loki is often calm and silent but he can easily lose control of his emotions and be blinded by rage. Darcy is sassy and loud (proudly so) but when the moment presents itself she can say something profound and moving. They are so different but in little things they are so much alike.

“Loki, why the hell are you staring at me like a brain dead zombie?” Once again, her voice broke him from his thoughts.

“No reason… I just realized something is all.” He said taking a strand of her hair into his hand.

“Oh no! Did you realize that you’re really in love with the horse and now you’re gonna leave me to spend the rest of your immortal days with it?” She asked in mock hurt and even went the mile to fake a sob.

Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes (that was Darcy’s thing), but he yanked the strand of her hair and she yelped. They earned quite a dirty look from the toad—erm, librarian.

“Do not be so silly. The stallion was a mere one-night stand. One that unfortunately resulted in a seven legged horse. These things happen sometimes, Miss Lewis.”

Darcy looked somewhat flabbergasted. “Wait… what?” He voice raised a few octaves.

Loki grinned at her reaction and put his finger to her full lips. “Hush, darling, this is a library.”

Before she could respond his lips were on hers hungrily.

Needless to say, they were kicked out of the library that day.

(Source: typhoidcandy)