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quirkysmuseTitle: The Flip Side
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paynesgrey
Artist:zephre
Beta:psyco_chick32
Rating: R/M
Word Count: 23,665
Type: Het(mostly), Romance, Comedy, Adventure
Characters/Pairings: Darcy Lewis, Loki, Thor, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Odin, ensemble || Darcy/Loki, Darcy/Clint, Clint/Loki, Jane/Thor
Notes/Spoilers: Avengers AU-compliant. There are no spoilers for the Avengers movie. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
avengers_bang.
Warnings: gore, dubious consent, possession, manipulation, sexual situations
Summary: In punishment for his crimes, Odin destroys Loki's body to imprison his soul. After a narrow escape, Loki comes to Midgard and plans his revenge by taking over the body of Jane's assistant, Darcy Lewis. The girl who loves tasers, however, does not make things easy for him.
Chapter Seven: Sympathy for the Devil
When she came too, she was no longer in Asgard, but she was still within her mind. Loki had left her to be taken by S.H.I.E.L.D, caught in the act of betraying S.H.I.E.L.D and stealing equipment and sensitive research. She wasn’t capable of such deeds, and she hoped that Nick Fury believed her.
At least he’d already suspected she’d been under the influence of someone else.
Darcy blinked open her eyes, and she realized she may be still in Asgard, but this was not at all like the perfectly blissful meadow and cool river by the hills Loki had imprisoned her. This was an actual prison, and she was bound by snakes, eating at her skin. People in robes chanted in a circle flanked around her, and in front of her, a very large, gray-haired man with one eye and an imposing demeanor approached her. Her bones felt like lead, and she recognized him.
Thor’s father. Odin. The All-Father.
His voice seemed distant, like she were underwater, but she had made out some of the words. The pain was still prevalent from the poisonous snakes, but she ignored it so she could hear his charge. He listed out crimes that she was being tried for, crimes of treason, destruction and betrayal.
These weren’t her crimes. They were Loki’s.
“Please, why are you showing me this?” Her bones were burning, her skin flaking away, seared and hot, melting into black tar onto the stone floor.
She could barely speak, her lips dissolving and she felt so much pain, so much power and energy circling in her gut. But oh, the pain! Her bones! Her body and the stench of her blood and the acid eating away at her flesh!
Her mouth was gone, and she wept, sobbing, wishing the torture would end.
“Do you see, Darcy? Do you see why you must help me?”
She was smoke then. She spoke to him as a spirit, floating about the skeleton that was his body. The pain that he’d endured had become hers.
Darcy couldn’t believe he’d gone through that. She’d seen a glimpse of it before, understood it, but she truly did not know how it had affected him until she had felt what he had felt. Was that truly a fair punishment for him? For anyone? Loki had done a lot of vicious, cruel things, but she’d remembered his turn to help the Avengers in the end. She’d felt in his thoughts that he hadn’t wanted revenge as so much to create a little havoc, for it was his nature, and a deep-seeded socialization that started the moment Odin took him as a baby from the Frost Giants.
She no way excused all his wrong doings, but she felt sympathy for him. She’d feel sympathy for anyone bound like that with their flesh eaten away from snake venom, only to be reduced to bones as his spirit was meant to be imprisoned in a scepter for thousands of years. And then, Odin would let him out.
Or would he?
“Good girl, you understand. The All-Father has lied before. He has kept secrets. He has done what he has thought best in that moment,” Loki said. “I wanted you to see.”
She blinked back tears, shocked she could cry at all, and she looked down at her hands, trembling yet whole again. Loki stood by her side, a grave expression on his face.
“I need your help to return to Asgard. S.H.I.E.L.D has you, but you must convince my brother to take responsibility for me. Tell him I will not leave you until I am home. Do you understand? It’s the only way I can get back my body,” Loki said.
Darcy nodded, and she reached to wipe away tears, but Loki stopped her, wiping them away for her. She met his deep malachite eyes, clear with purpose with only a tinge of darkness.
She sighed. “Ok. I’ll help you.”
She would, for her body’s sake, and for his.
.xxxxx.
“As I’ve told you, it’s Loki, and he took my body when I got drunk with the guys one night and he’s been using my body ever since,” Darcy said, her eyes shifting uncomfortably from Fury, Thor, and Jane. She sort of wished Clint and Natasha were here so she could explain that it wasn’t her that had interacted with them, but she figured this was a more pressing matter, and maybe she would do damage control with them for another time.
At least, S.H.I.E.L.D agents would be debriefed later about it, after they handled the situation, whatever that was going to be.
“You say my brother refuses to leave?” Thor asked, concerned. Darcy could tell within his stormy blue eyes he didn’t like the problem to be because of his brother, and she could already see him doing just as Loki predicted, feeling responsible for his brother’s mischief.
“Yeah, he’s trying to get home, Thor. Didn’t you know? They captured your brother and Odin put a spell on him, destroying his body! He only came to Earth to escape, and he thought the best place to come was here, at S.H.I.E.L.D.” Darcy paused. “Close to you.”
Thor’s lips pressed in a thin line as he studied her, the thoughts twirling frenetically in his head. After a pause, he turned to Fury and made his decision. “Release Darcy’s custody into mine. This is not a S.H.I.E.L.D problem, or even a Midgard problem. It is mine, and I will ask my father about what to do with her and Loki possessing her body.”
Nick Fury straightened, trying to level with the mammoth Asgardian god. “Can you believe what she’s saying? What if Loki has lied to her? You know how he is.”
“Aye, he has told many great lies. My brother is an expert,” Thor said, yet he remained determined. “Whatever the truth, my brother has possessed this mortal, and there is no telling the damage he will do to her. I do believe this is my father’s problem regardless of his imprisonment of my brother.”
“So you didn’t even know he was going to capture your brother?” Jane asked, her hands shaking as she still tried to grasp the situation. Darcy could tell that her friend was worried about her, and it warmed her heart to know that Jane cared so much.
“I have been absent from Asgard for a while because travel has been difficult. However, my father has more power, and thus he could come to Midgard all he wanted if Loki were here. He could do so easily as any place. He has used the same methods to travel back and forth to Jotenheim as well.” Thor inhaled a heavy breath and frowned at Darcy. “I do believe he had something to do with it. Whether or not my brother spoke the truth to Darcy is another matter, and I will find out the truth once I confront my father.”
“Hey, how are you able to talk to Loki anyway if he’s possessing you?” Jane asked, scrutinizing Darcy. Nick Fury and Thor seemed interested in that notion as well.
Darcy felt put on the spot and said, “Uh...he kept me within one of his memories, and he’d visit me when he’d let my body sleep. I...learned a lot about him while in there. Well, mostly it was boring but he wanted to show me that he needed my help. He...he was an ass at first but lately he’s been desperate, so he’s been nicer. I asked him to leave you, Thor, and Clint alone and he did. I was afraid of what he’d do to you guys if he had the chance.”
“Such as?” Jane asked.
“Did he ever tell you what he would do to me and Clint Barton?” Thor asked, and immediately Darcy flushed.
“Well, okay, times up, can I go now?” Darcy evaded, and Jane shot her a look.
“Darcy, just tell us,” she said.
“Um, you really don’t want to know,” her assistant winced.
They stared at her like she had two heads, waiting.
She sighed uncomfortably. “Okay, okay, he was going to seduce you. Both of you, if he thought he could get something from you. And don’t look at me like that, it’s embarrassing enough.”
“My brother was going to seduce me?” Thor’s face turned ruddy. “I cannot believe this...”
“Really, Thor? Is that so out of his character if he wants something?” Darcy chided him, and Thor’s gaze fell from hers, as he appeared slightly guilty.
“Anyway, he didn’t. Thankfully Jane’s research was enough to steer him off that course,” Darcy said, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, thankfully,” Jane huffed, looking protectively to Thor. Darcy inwardly groaned, wishing Loki was still in her head so they could laugh at Jane together. As if Darcy could ever steal Thor from Jane.
And she wasn’t about to tell Jane about Sif, which was another deal altogether.
“So, am I free to go or what?” Darcy asked, feeling impatient within the S.H.I.E.L.D interrogation room. She told them everything she knew, so they really couldn’t keep her here that much longer, could they? Even if she was sort of harboring a ghostly fugitive in her mind.
She pouted.
“We’ll work out the transport details with Thor, and then you will go with him,” Fury said. “Sit tight and he’ll get you.”
“Then?”
“Then we go to Asgard, Darcy, and we talk to All-Father. He will know what to do,” Thor said, bearing the responsibility of her readily.
Darcy only hoped that Odin was as willing to help her with this Loki problem as Thor was.
.xxxxx.
“I cannot help her,” the All-Father said on his throne. He peered down at Darcy with fierce scrutiny that she thought she was going to pee her pants out of fear of him. He looked monstrous, more than imposing, and also, ready to break her in half with those large meaty hands of his.
“But Father, this is consequence of your failing. You tried to imprison my brother and failed, letting his ghost take this mortal’s body,” Thor said, anger apparent in his tone as he challenged his father.
The voices of both men thundered loudly in the throne room, and in the corner of her eye, she saw the Warriors Three as they had been when they arrived that day in New Mexico. Lady Sif, with her coal black hair, looked at her curiously, but when their eyes met, she averted them to the ground out of respect for Odin like everyone else.
“Then, the girl must die to bring Loki out. I see no other way,” Odin said, and Darcy tensed.
“No! Darcy is my friend, Jane’s friend, and they are both important to me. You will not harm her; I have promised her my protection!” Thor said, and Darcy felt a little better knowing the big guy had her back.
“Very well, then she must live with Loki within her until he decides to surface. I have a prison waiting for him when he comes to his senses,” Odin said.
“Comes to his senses?” Darcy burst out, and Thor turned to her, aghast that she had spoken so loudly and rudely to Odin. Odin seemed intrigued. “You destroyed my body! You tortured me, and you said it was all to pay for my crimes! The punishment did not fit the crimes! Not after all I have repent!”
“Loki...” Thor breathed out, and in Darcy’s body, Loki turned to his brother.
“Fool, did you really think Father was going to bend his will to help a mortal, let alone his adopted son!” Loki spun around and the Warriors and Lady Sif stood at attention. Odin made no motion in his throne, but his eyes glared daggers at Loki as he paced around. He approached the All-Father and pointed a finger at him.
“Until I get my body back I will not release this girl, so I ask you one last time, old man, will you help the mortal girl known as Darcy Lewis, or will you do nothing and damn her forever with my presence?” Loki accused, but Odin stood silent, weighing his sharp words.
“Father,” Thor said expectantly at Odin, wanting an answer for his friend as well.
“No. I will not help the girl. Guards! Take the mortal girl and restrain her,” Odin said.
“No!” Thor yelled, reaching for Loki as he spun around, grinning maniacally at them all. He met Odin’s eyes and laughed.
“I thought so, Father,” he sneered, and hands reached for him, but they only disrupted a mirror reflection of Darcy’s body. Teleporting out of there, Loki was way ahead of them, retreating to the shadows of the palace as Asgardian soldiers marched through the halls in the hunt for him.
As their footsteps dissipated down the corridors, Loki poked his head out of the dark shadow and grinned as candlelight glinted on his face. He’d hidden in the laundry room and had found it storing a multitude of Asgardian female armor and Valkyrie attire. Dressing into something more fitting of a female version of himself, the same sort of costume he’d dressed up Darcy in her dream, Loki strode through the dimensional refuges of Asgard, the ones he’d created in shadow when he was a boy. The places only he’d know about.
He found his old study room, and he poured over his familiar dusty books and lit a candle so he could read. Soon, he’d perfect that reversal spell, destroy that blasted scepter and get his body back.
Revenge for Odin would come later; he promised, but first he had to come whole again. First, he had to take back what was rightfully his.
He looked down at his attire, seeing Darcy’s ample breasts snugly fit by the green bodice, and he admitted that he would miss being a woman. He’d miss the power he’d had over people, the things he could do.
Mostly, he’d miss Darcy’s body. He’d been using it for just enough time to grow attached to it. He’d gained a better appreciation for it, and for her, and once he’d had his own body back, he’d rather like to appreciate her body from the outside, a different perspective, with his own hands sliding over it, tracing over it, and marking every curve and angle of her as his own.
Shaking his thoughts aside, he knew that there was no time for that now. He had work to do, and the magic to undo everything and fulfill his plans was just within his reach.
Chapter Eight
Author:
paynesgreyArtist:
zephreBeta:
psyco_chick32Rating: R/M
Word Count: 23,665
Type: Het(mostly), Romance, Comedy, Adventure
Characters/Pairings: Darcy Lewis, Loki, Thor, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Odin, ensemble || Darcy/Loki, Darcy/Clint, Clint/Loki, Jane/Thor
Notes/Spoilers: Avengers AU-compliant. There are no spoilers for the Avengers movie. Written for
avengers_bang.Warnings: gore, dubious consent, possession, manipulation, sexual situations
Summary: In punishment for his crimes, Odin destroys Loki's body to imprison his soul. After a narrow escape, Loki comes to Midgard and plans his revenge by taking over the body of Jane's assistant, Darcy Lewis. The girl who loves tasers, however, does not make things easy for him.
Chapter Seven: Sympathy for the Devil
When she came too, she was no longer in Asgard, but she was still within her mind. Loki had left her to be taken by S.H.I.E.L.D, caught in the act of betraying S.H.I.E.L.D and stealing equipment and sensitive research. She wasn’t capable of such deeds, and she hoped that Nick Fury believed her.
At least he’d already suspected she’d been under the influence of someone else.
Darcy blinked open her eyes, and she realized she may be still in Asgard, but this was not at all like the perfectly blissful meadow and cool river by the hills Loki had imprisoned her. This was an actual prison, and she was bound by snakes, eating at her skin. People in robes chanted in a circle flanked around her, and in front of her, a very large, gray-haired man with one eye and an imposing demeanor approached her. Her bones felt like lead, and she recognized him.
Thor’s father. Odin. The All-Father.
His voice seemed distant, like she were underwater, but she had made out some of the words. The pain was still prevalent from the poisonous snakes, but she ignored it so she could hear his charge. He listed out crimes that she was being tried for, crimes of treason, destruction and betrayal.
These weren’t her crimes. They were Loki’s.
“Please, why are you showing me this?” Her bones were burning, her skin flaking away, seared and hot, melting into black tar onto the stone floor.
She could barely speak, her lips dissolving and she felt so much pain, so much power and energy circling in her gut. But oh, the pain! Her bones! Her body and the stench of her blood and the acid eating away at her flesh!
Her mouth was gone, and she wept, sobbing, wishing the torture would end.
“Do you see, Darcy? Do you see why you must help me?”
She was smoke then. She spoke to him as a spirit, floating about the skeleton that was his body. The pain that he’d endured had become hers.
Darcy couldn’t believe he’d gone through that. She’d seen a glimpse of it before, understood it, but she truly did not know how it had affected him until she had felt what he had felt. Was that truly a fair punishment for him? For anyone? Loki had done a lot of vicious, cruel things, but she’d remembered his turn to help the Avengers in the end. She’d felt in his thoughts that he hadn’t wanted revenge as so much to create a little havoc, for it was his nature, and a deep-seeded socialization that started the moment Odin took him as a baby from the Frost Giants.
She no way excused all his wrong doings, but she felt sympathy for him. She’d feel sympathy for anyone bound like that with their flesh eaten away from snake venom, only to be reduced to bones as his spirit was meant to be imprisoned in a scepter for thousands of years. And then, Odin would let him out.
Or would he?
“Good girl, you understand. The All-Father has lied before. He has kept secrets. He has done what he has thought best in that moment,” Loki said. “I wanted you to see.”
She blinked back tears, shocked she could cry at all, and she looked down at her hands, trembling yet whole again. Loki stood by her side, a grave expression on his face.
“I need your help to return to Asgard. S.H.I.E.L.D has you, but you must convince my brother to take responsibility for me. Tell him I will not leave you until I am home. Do you understand? It’s the only way I can get back my body,” Loki said.
Darcy nodded, and she reached to wipe away tears, but Loki stopped her, wiping them away for her. She met his deep malachite eyes, clear with purpose with only a tinge of darkness.
She sighed. “Ok. I’ll help you.”
She would, for her body’s sake, and for his.
.xxxxx.
“As I’ve told you, it’s Loki, and he took my body when I got drunk with the guys one night and he’s been using my body ever since,” Darcy said, her eyes shifting uncomfortably from Fury, Thor, and Jane. She sort of wished Clint and Natasha were here so she could explain that it wasn’t her that had interacted with them, but she figured this was a more pressing matter, and maybe she would do damage control with them for another time.
At least, S.H.I.E.L.D agents would be debriefed later about it, after they handled the situation, whatever that was going to be.
“You say my brother refuses to leave?” Thor asked, concerned. Darcy could tell within his stormy blue eyes he didn’t like the problem to be because of his brother, and she could already see him doing just as Loki predicted, feeling responsible for his brother’s mischief.
“Yeah, he’s trying to get home, Thor. Didn’t you know? They captured your brother and Odin put a spell on him, destroying his body! He only came to Earth to escape, and he thought the best place to come was here, at S.H.I.E.L.D.” Darcy paused. “Close to you.”
Thor’s lips pressed in a thin line as he studied her, the thoughts twirling frenetically in his head. After a pause, he turned to Fury and made his decision. “Release Darcy’s custody into mine. This is not a S.H.I.E.L.D problem, or even a Midgard problem. It is mine, and I will ask my father about what to do with her and Loki possessing her body.”
Nick Fury straightened, trying to level with the mammoth Asgardian god. “Can you believe what she’s saying? What if Loki has lied to her? You know how he is.”
“Aye, he has told many great lies. My brother is an expert,” Thor said, yet he remained determined. “Whatever the truth, my brother has possessed this mortal, and there is no telling the damage he will do to her. I do believe this is my father’s problem regardless of his imprisonment of my brother.”
“So you didn’t even know he was going to capture your brother?” Jane asked, her hands shaking as she still tried to grasp the situation. Darcy could tell that her friend was worried about her, and it warmed her heart to know that Jane cared so much.
“I have been absent from Asgard for a while because travel has been difficult. However, my father has more power, and thus he could come to Midgard all he wanted if Loki were here. He could do so easily as any place. He has used the same methods to travel back and forth to Jotenheim as well.” Thor inhaled a heavy breath and frowned at Darcy. “I do believe he had something to do with it. Whether or not my brother spoke the truth to Darcy is another matter, and I will find out the truth once I confront my father.”
“Hey, how are you able to talk to Loki anyway if he’s possessing you?” Jane asked, scrutinizing Darcy. Nick Fury and Thor seemed interested in that notion as well.
Darcy felt put on the spot and said, “Uh...he kept me within one of his memories, and he’d visit me when he’d let my body sleep. I...learned a lot about him while in there. Well, mostly it was boring but he wanted to show me that he needed my help. He...he was an ass at first but lately he’s been desperate, so he’s been nicer. I asked him to leave you, Thor, and Clint alone and he did. I was afraid of what he’d do to you guys if he had the chance.”
“Such as?” Jane asked.
“Did he ever tell you what he would do to me and Clint Barton?” Thor asked, and immediately Darcy flushed.
“Well, okay, times up, can I go now?” Darcy evaded, and Jane shot her a look.
“Darcy, just tell us,” she said.
“Um, you really don’t want to know,” her assistant winced.
They stared at her like she had two heads, waiting.
She sighed uncomfortably. “Okay, okay, he was going to seduce you. Both of you, if he thought he could get something from you. And don’t look at me like that, it’s embarrassing enough.”
“My brother was going to seduce me?” Thor’s face turned ruddy. “I cannot believe this...”
“Really, Thor? Is that so out of his character if he wants something?” Darcy chided him, and Thor’s gaze fell from hers, as he appeared slightly guilty.
“Anyway, he didn’t. Thankfully Jane’s research was enough to steer him off that course,” Darcy said, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, thankfully,” Jane huffed, looking protectively to Thor. Darcy inwardly groaned, wishing Loki was still in her head so they could laugh at Jane together. As if Darcy could ever steal Thor from Jane.
And she wasn’t about to tell Jane about Sif, which was another deal altogether.
“So, am I free to go or what?” Darcy asked, feeling impatient within the S.H.I.E.L.D interrogation room. She told them everything she knew, so they really couldn’t keep her here that much longer, could they? Even if she was sort of harboring a ghostly fugitive in her mind.
She pouted.
“We’ll work out the transport details with Thor, and then you will go with him,” Fury said. “Sit tight and he’ll get you.”
“Then?”
“Then we go to Asgard, Darcy, and we talk to All-Father. He will know what to do,” Thor said, bearing the responsibility of her readily.
Darcy only hoped that Odin was as willing to help her with this Loki problem as Thor was.
.xxxxx.
“I cannot help her,” the All-Father said on his throne. He peered down at Darcy with fierce scrutiny that she thought she was going to pee her pants out of fear of him. He looked monstrous, more than imposing, and also, ready to break her in half with those large meaty hands of his.
“But Father, this is consequence of your failing. You tried to imprison my brother and failed, letting his ghost take this mortal’s body,” Thor said, anger apparent in his tone as he challenged his father.
The voices of both men thundered loudly in the throne room, and in the corner of her eye, she saw the Warriors Three as they had been when they arrived that day in New Mexico. Lady Sif, with her coal black hair, looked at her curiously, but when their eyes met, she averted them to the ground out of respect for Odin like everyone else.
“Then, the girl must die to bring Loki out. I see no other way,” Odin said, and Darcy tensed.
“No! Darcy is my friend, Jane’s friend, and they are both important to me. You will not harm her; I have promised her my protection!” Thor said, and Darcy felt a little better knowing the big guy had her back.
“Very well, then she must live with Loki within her until he decides to surface. I have a prison waiting for him when he comes to his senses,” Odin said.
“Comes to his senses?” Darcy burst out, and Thor turned to her, aghast that she had spoken so loudly and rudely to Odin. Odin seemed intrigued. “You destroyed my body! You tortured me, and you said it was all to pay for my crimes! The punishment did not fit the crimes! Not after all I have repent!”
“Loki...” Thor breathed out, and in Darcy’s body, Loki turned to his brother.
“Fool, did you really think Father was going to bend his will to help a mortal, let alone his adopted son!” Loki spun around and the Warriors and Lady Sif stood at attention. Odin made no motion in his throne, but his eyes glared daggers at Loki as he paced around. He approached the All-Father and pointed a finger at him.
“Until I get my body back I will not release this girl, so I ask you one last time, old man, will you help the mortal girl known as Darcy Lewis, or will you do nothing and damn her forever with my presence?” Loki accused, but Odin stood silent, weighing his sharp words.
“Father,” Thor said expectantly at Odin, wanting an answer for his friend as well.
“No. I will not help the girl. Guards! Take the mortal girl and restrain her,” Odin said.
“No!” Thor yelled, reaching for Loki as he spun around, grinning maniacally at them all. He met Odin’s eyes and laughed.
“I thought so, Father,” he sneered, and hands reached for him, but they only disrupted a mirror reflection of Darcy’s body. Teleporting out of there, Loki was way ahead of them, retreating to the shadows of the palace as Asgardian soldiers marched through the halls in the hunt for him.
As their footsteps dissipated down the corridors, Loki poked his head out of the dark shadow and grinned as candlelight glinted on his face. He’d hidden in the laundry room and had found it storing a multitude of Asgardian female armor and Valkyrie attire. Dressing into something more fitting of a female version of himself, the same sort of costume he’d dressed up Darcy in her dream, Loki strode through the dimensional refuges of Asgard, the ones he’d created in shadow when he was a boy. The places only he’d know about.
He found his old study room, and he poured over his familiar dusty books and lit a candle so he could read. Soon, he’d perfect that reversal spell, destroy that blasted scepter and get his body back.
Revenge for Odin would come later; he promised, but first he had to come whole again. First, he had to take back what was rightfully his.
He looked down at his attire, seeing Darcy’s ample breasts snugly fit by the green bodice, and he admitted that he would miss being a woman. He’d miss the power he’d had over people, the things he could do.
Mostly, he’d miss Darcy’s body. He’d been using it for just enough time to grow attached to it. He’d gained a better appreciation for it, and for her, and once he’d had his own body back, he’d rather like to appreciate her body from the outside, a different perspective, with his own hands sliding over it, tracing over it, and marking every curve and angle of her as his own.
Shaking his thoughts aside, he knew that there was no time for that now. He had work to do, and the magic to undo everything and fulfill his plans was just within his reach.
Chapter Eight