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Title: Haunted
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Darcy, slight Jane/Thor
Rating: PG
Word Count: (4 x 300) 1,200 total, and each scene can stand on its own.
Genre: Drama
Notes: Takes place at the end of the movie. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff for the "ouch" theme. Part 3 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. EDIT: Well, I missed the deadline at the comm, but I can still update the fic. *SIGH*
Summary: Loki sets his plans in motion, and Darcy is sure she's being haunted.
Part Three: Haunted
Watching Erik Selvig conduct experiments on the cube of unlimited power could get positively boring. Of course, the cube itself was fascinating, and Loki loved being in its presence, feeling the overwhelming energy of it tickle his senses, almost like it was sentient and calling out to him.
However, he couldn't just watch this mortal bumble around all day trying to figure it. Loki helped him at times, putting advanced suggestions in his head – subtle (and not too painful, for the man would only get a headache and then proceed to throw a shot of whiskey in his coffee to start back again) so that Erik's test readouts would be evenly paced.
Loki dared not make him out to be a genius after all, and even Loki didn't know about the entirety of the cube itself. The origin of it was what intrigued him the most.
Still, the reality was that Selvig was no closer to finding out the whole truth of the cube today as he was tomorrow or even the next day.
Loki hated to be bored, so he decided to split himself and share his attention between two doppelgangers: one that would shadow Erik Selvig, and the other that would shadow Nick Fury and would try to find out anything of interest he could use. Fury's main interest, other than the cube of course, was his brother, and Loki soured at the sheer hope and anticipation S.H.I.E.L.D had in Thor's return – it almost made him sick.
“Find out everything you can and report back to me,” he told his doppelgangers, and they nodded.
Turning around, Loki felt the invulnerable tether to his doppelgangers before he set out to visit Darcy Lewis once again.
At least with her, Loki knew he wouldn't be so bored.
.xxxxx.
Darcy was beginning to think she was going crazy. Was she really being haunted by a ghost? Of course, the signs were all there. Her things were being moved around in her room, and she could feel a heavy presence lingering in her bedroom before she went to sleep.
It didn't help that when she took her glasses off, she could see monsters in those shadows, amorphous shapes that would move and if she squinted, warping into humanoid form and watching her in shroud, waiting for her to close her eyes so it could strike.
Yep, she was definitely going crazy. So crazy she slept with her taser now, and her arms would tremble as she held it like a teddy bear, her one true safety net. (She knew the downside of this was that she was clutching an active weapon, and she only hoped she didn't set the thing off and tase herself in her sleep. Darcy didn't want to even think about the karmic meaning in that.)
She couldn't go to the others about her fears. They'd just confirm her as a nutcase. Not something she wanted on Foster's review of her internship.
Even worse, Darcy had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't dealing with a regular Casper here. Maybe she had read too much Norse Mythology lately. Or maybe her book falling onto the Loki chapter at the library was just nothing to worry about too.
Maybe not.
Darcy couldn't just sit around and let this thing come and hurt her when she wasn't expecting it. She had to do something, anything to at least defend herself from this otherworldly attack.
And she would so do that, for she hoped the bastard would show himself soon, so she could tase the hell out of his stalker ass.
.xxxxx.
Darcy couldn't sit by silently about her ghost any longer, so she nonchalantly asked Jane about Thor. It started out as nothing more than girl talk, and Jane loved to talk about Thor. (And Darcy hoped that girl talk, in the most superficial sense, would not alert her mentor to any suspicion.)
“So, did he talk about, you know, his brother at all?” You know, Jane, the guy that Thor said was trying to kill us before he flew off in a blaze of glory to go beat his villainous little ass, Darcy thought, though she couldn't say it aloud without freaking Jane out too much. The poor woman already thought Darcy was weird.
Jane furrowed her brow. “Well, not really, but Thor really loves his brother. I at least got that from him,” she said with a far off look in her face. “From the way Thor sees Loki, it's hard to believe he attacked us. It's hard to imagine Loki without seeing him through Thor's eyes.”
“But he's a giant douche-bag that tried to kill us,” Darcy deadpanned, swiping one of Jane's pop-tarts. Jane swatted her, and Darcy cried out Ow, exaggerating the abuse.
“Yes, but that's not how Thor sees his brother,” Jane said.
“Damn, sounds like family drama to me. I dated a guy once with bro issues,” Darcy said, finishing off her last bite. “Never date a twin, seriously, it gets weird.”
Jane idly stirred her lukewarm coffee. “Why the sudden interest in Thor's brother?”
Darcy shrugged immediately. “I've been reading some stuff...” Darcy cautiously met Jane's gaze.
“Maybe I'm not giving you enough work to do,” Jane teased. “You shouldn't have time for reading.”
Darcy laughed, relieved that Jane hadn't suspected a thing.
.xxxxx.
Loki returned to Darcy's room with a few surprises. The book from the library was only dogeared in one spot now, and at her bedside, he found a group of other unrelated books littered about the floor.
He read their titles and scoffed at them, and when the scent of white sage hit his nose, Loki rolled his eyes.
Did this stupid girl really think he was a ghost? As if such human herbs and magic could even give him so much as a scratch, let alone cause him pain.
He supposed he'd give her half-credit for trying, but he would soon let her know he was much more than a simple spirit.
Though, he found it intriguing she was taking a little initiative. At least she wasn't a total simpleton.
He picked up the library book and looked to the page where she had marked, and he laughed that it was still in the same section about him. It was like Darcy didn't dare move beyond this spot.
Reaching inside his long black coat, Loki pulled out a fresh copy of the same library book. He opened the front cover, remembering he had already signed “for Darcy” on the first page. He turned to her incense bowl, and on top of the remains of the white sage, he scribbled out another note for her just for good measure.
“If you think this will get rid of me, you're mistaken,” it read, and he already anticipated the sort of fright it would give her.
After this, Loki had no doubt Darcy would know it was him; however, perhaps it was too soon for him to meet her in person just yet.
Until then, he'd just have a bit of fun before she was ready for her true purpose.
Part Four
Title: Haunted
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Darcy, slight Jane/Thor
Rating: PG
Word Count: (4 x 300) 1,200 total, and each scene can stand on its own.
Genre: Drama
Notes: Takes place at the end of the movie. Written for the
fanfic_bakeoff for the "ouch" theme. Part 3 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. EDIT: Well, I missed the deadline at the comm, but I can still update the fic. *SIGH*Summary: Loki sets his plans in motion, and Darcy is sure she's being haunted.
Part Three: Haunted
Watching Erik Selvig conduct experiments on the cube of unlimited power could get positively boring. Of course, the cube itself was fascinating, and Loki loved being in its presence, feeling the overwhelming energy of it tickle his senses, almost like it was sentient and calling out to him.
However, he couldn't just watch this mortal bumble around all day trying to figure it. Loki helped him at times, putting advanced suggestions in his head – subtle (and not too painful, for the man would only get a headache and then proceed to throw a shot of whiskey in his coffee to start back again) so that Erik's test readouts would be evenly paced.
Loki dared not make him out to be a genius after all, and even Loki didn't know about the entirety of the cube itself. The origin of it was what intrigued him the most.
Still, the reality was that Selvig was no closer to finding out the whole truth of the cube today as he was tomorrow or even the next day.
Loki hated to be bored, so he decided to split himself and share his attention between two doppelgangers: one that would shadow Erik Selvig, and the other that would shadow Nick Fury and would try to find out anything of interest he could use. Fury's main interest, other than the cube of course, was his brother, and Loki soured at the sheer hope and anticipation S.H.I.E.L.D had in Thor's return – it almost made him sick.
“Find out everything you can and report back to me,” he told his doppelgangers, and they nodded.
Turning around, Loki felt the invulnerable tether to his doppelgangers before he set out to visit Darcy Lewis once again.
At least with her, Loki knew he wouldn't be so bored.
.xxxxx.
Darcy was beginning to think she was going crazy. Was she really being haunted by a ghost? Of course, the signs were all there. Her things were being moved around in her room, and she could feel a heavy presence lingering in her bedroom before she went to sleep.
It didn't help that when she took her glasses off, she could see monsters in those shadows, amorphous shapes that would move and if she squinted, warping into humanoid form and watching her in shroud, waiting for her to close her eyes so it could strike.
Yep, she was definitely going crazy. So crazy she slept with her taser now, and her arms would tremble as she held it like a teddy bear, her one true safety net. (She knew the downside of this was that she was clutching an active weapon, and she only hoped she didn't set the thing off and tase herself in her sleep. Darcy didn't want to even think about the karmic meaning in that.)
She couldn't go to the others about her fears. They'd just confirm her as a nutcase. Not something she wanted on Foster's review of her internship.
Even worse, Darcy had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't dealing with a regular Casper here. Maybe she had read too much Norse Mythology lately. Or maybe her book falling onto the Loki chapter at the library was just nothing to worry about too.
Maybe not.
Darcy couldn't just sit around and let this thing come and hurt her when she wasn't expecting it. She had to do something, anything to at least defend herself from this otherworldly attack.
And she would so do that, for she hoped the bastard would show himself soon, so she could tase the hell out of his stalker ass.
.xxxxx.
Darcy couldn't sit by silently about her ghost any longer, so she nonchalantly asked Jane about Thor. It started out as nothing more than girl talk, and Jane loved to talk about Thor. (And Darcy hoped that girl talk, in the most superficial sense, would not alert her mentor to any suspicion.)
“So, did he talk about, you know, his brother at all?” You know, Jane, the guy that Thor said was trying to kill us before he flew off in a blaze of glory to go beat his villainous little ass, Darcy thought, though she couldn't say it aloud without freaking Jane out too much. The poor woman already thought Darcy was weird.
Jane furrowed her brow. “Well, not really, but Thor really loves his brother. I at least got that from him,” she said with a far off look in her face. “From the way Thor sees Loki, it's hard to believe he attacked us. It's hard to imagine Loki without seeing him through Thor's eyes.”
“But he's a giant douche-bag that tried to kill us,” Darcy deadpanned, swiping one of Jane's pop-tarts. Jane swatted her, and Darcy cried out Ow, exaggerating the abuse.
“Yes, but that's not how Thor sees his brother,” Jane said.
“Damn, sounds like family drama to me. I dated a guy once with bro issues,” Darcy said, finishing off her last bite. “Never date a twin, seriously, it gets weird.”
Jane idly stirred her lukewarm coffee. “Why the sudden interest in Thor's brother?”
Darcy shrugged immediately. “I've been reading some stuff...” Darcy cautiously met Jane's gaze.
“Maybe I'm not giving you enough work to do,” Jane teased. “You shouldn't have time for reading.”
Darcy laughed, relieved that Jane hadn't suspected a thing.
.xxxxx.
Loki returned to Darcy's room with a few surprises. The book from the library was only dogeared in one spot now, and at her bedside, he found a group of other unrelated books littered about the floor.
He read their titles and scoffed at them, and when the scent of white sage hit his nose, Loki rolled his eyes.
Did this stupid girl really think he was a ghost? As if such human herbs and magic could even give him so much as a scratch, let alone cause him pain.
He supposed he'd give her half-credit for trying, but he would soon let her know he was much more than a simple spirit.
Though, he found it intriguing she was taking a little initiative. At least she wasn't a total simpleton.
He picked up the library book and looked to the page where she had marked, and he laughed that it was still in the same section about him. It was like Darcy didn't dare move beyond this spot.
Reaching inside his long black coat, Loki pulled out a fresh copy of the same library book. He opened the front cover, remembering he had already signed “for Darcy” on the first page. He turned to her incense bowl, and on top of the remains of the white sage, he scribbled out another note for her just for good measure.
“If you think this will get rid of me, you're mistaken,” it read, and he already anticipated the sort of fright it would give her.
After this, Loki had no doubt Darcy would know it was him; however, perhaps it was too soon for him to meet her in person just yet.
Until then, he'd just have a bit of fun before she was ready for her true purpose.
Part Four
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on 2011-06-01 05:05 am (UTC)Ugh seriously, why are you so amazing.
These little ficlets are driving me
mad bcos they're so concise and
in character, it's crazy!
This fic, I like it! ANOTHER!
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on 2011-06-01 12:10 pm (UTC)