The Avengers, "The Flip Side" Darcy/Loki || Epilogue

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Title: The Flip Side
Author: 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 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 Ten: Epilogue

Two days later, Darcy realized just how impatient Loki was. Calling her up through a bizarre, crackling phone line (probably not of this world) and he was already appealing to her for that date they had discussed.

And as much as she’d tortured herself with lewd thoughts of him after they bumped into each other at Starbucks, Darcy figured, waiting two days to have their date was long enough (okay, it was a sex date, she admitted, no need to deny it).


Normally, in this situation, she would panic at what she would wear, but the green dress with a golden sequined neckline was perfect over a pair of thin black tights. She was sure it would be reminiscent of that get-up he’d worn that time he’d possessed her body and stalked around Asgard, conjuring up spells.

Ah, the memories. And she was sure he'd appreciate it.

Despite his anticipation as well as hers, he at least tried to make it seem like he was coming over for a proper date, picking her up and doing just what Midgardians did on such ventures, go to dinner, catch up, flirt and then go home for coffee and dessert.

It was hilarious thinking of the kind of research that Loki may have gone through to come to such a schedule for their outing, but Darcy didn't care. Not anymore, not when he was right within her grasp.

Damn, she was a fool for him. What kind of idiot falls for the guy who possesses her body? Not even Ghost Hunters could explain this mystery. She was SOL and had to deal with it all on her own.

And Loki was a bad guy. He'd never change. He was sympathetic, sure, but he was probably scheming about world domination right now, just before he wined and dined her.

Can't think about that now, Darcy thought, though she hated how inwardly blasé she was about Loki's destructive tendencies. It was a guaranteed ticket to nuthouse, she was sure. And she would plead her case, “But Doctor, who cares if he's the god of mischief and evil and whatever else, he's so hot!”

And then they'd get the jacket out, strap her tight, and throw her into a padded cell where she belonged.

Grinning, Darcy knew that if that did happen, Loki would rescue her.

Putting the finishing touches on her makeup, Darcy almost jumped when he appeared behind her out of the blue, totally lacking manners.

“Hey!” she said, grateful the shock didn't ruin her make up. “You're not supposed to be here yet,” she pouted at him with fists on her hips.

“I could not wait,” he said smoothly, his eyes casting over her body, slowly as if her were drinking in her entire image. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah, you're going to have to wait just a little longer; I'm hungry,” she said, and spun around to apply her lipstick. “And thanks,” she smiled at his reflection in her mirror. He left with a tense expression and waited for her in her bedroom. She peered out of her door, watching him as he sized up her room in the Avengers Tower.

“Pretty risky you coming here to meet me. I was okay meeting you at the restaurant,” she said, and he scoffed.

“It was more fun to infiltrate the Avengers high tech security system,” Loki said mockingly. “Pathetic.”

“I'll have to tell Tony you approve,” she replied sardonically.

“Forget him,” he said, and when she appeared in the doorway, she smiled at him, drinking in a good look of him herself. Damn, she had waited too long for him. Loki was right. Maybe this patience thing was overrated.

Her stomach growled in protest, not agreeing with her thoughts.

“Come,” he said, drawing her close to him as he took her arm.

Darcy grinned up at him. “Wanna do something even bolder than sneaking into the Avengers Tower?”

Loki arched an eyebrow. “Such as?”

“Walking out the front door as my escort, for all your enemies to see,” Darcy said with a wicked grin.

“Won't you lose your job, and jeopardize your place in their circle?” Loki asked her, surprised she would even suggest such a thing.

“Yeah right, they need me. Fury said it himself,” Darcy said. “You just make it all the more interesting.”

Leaning down, he drew her in for a hot, mind-blowing kiss before pulling away and grinning at her. “Clever, intriguing girl, I knew I loved your mind for a reason.”

She tittered happily and they walked out the door, leaving shocked glances and gaping expressions in their wake. No one made a move to stop them or separate them; they carried on, with smirks on their satisfied faces.

.xxxxx.

This “date” was drawing out far too long. He was antsy and tired of waiting. He'd wanted her the moment he saw her in that green dress glittering with gold, her chest calling out to him as he waited, feeling so drawn to her.

He really had become attached to Darcy's body, more than he'd anticipated since he'd taken possession of her. She was distracting to him, and though he knew every angle and curve of her body, he was still all the way over here and not touching it, not exploring her when he rightly deserved to do so.

She was prattling on about Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D gossip, and though he might have been mildly intrigued by such things normally, he desired her so badly he did not care.

Darcy was long done with her meal, and she was a few glasses of wine into their conversation as well. She looked relaxed, compliant, and she kept sending him those same sultry looks that he himself had used against Clint Barton.

His body tensed as she threw him another glance, and he was ready to sprint from the restaurant and carry her like a cackling villain out the door.

“So, you want to get out of here or what?” she said, her words slurring. Perhaps she had four glasses of wine instead of three. Loki couldn't be sure he had even been paying attention.

“Are you...still challenging my patience?” he teased her.

“Well, you've looked like you've wanted to eat me since you picked me up at the Avengers Tower. I'm sure this dinner was torture for you,” she said, wiggling her brow suggestively.

“No more or no less than poisonous snakes,” he quipped with a tight smile.

“Aw, poor baby, I'll fix that attitude later. In the meantime, let's get one of these swanky bottles of wine to go,” she said loosely.

He swallowed as he watched her. He felt like a fool. He was falling into the same traps so many males had fallen in with her. He was intrigued, more so, he desired her and would not stop pursuing her until he'd bedded her and washed away all this burgeoning frustration.

Loki snapped his finger to one of the waiters, gave him enough money to cover their bill and a bottle of wine, and hastily drew Darcy with him out the door. He'd considered teleporting them to her bedroom, but he figured he'd could wait long enough to parade her back through the Avengers Tower with his full intention toward the girl more than obvious to the other pathetic rogues that dwell there.

And they did. With smiles on their faces. Darcy even waved to Clint as Loki held her arm.

Okay, so perhaps that was overdoing things, but Loki was enjoying the show. And then, he would enjoy more – more of Darcy.

As the door creaked closed, they gravitated toward each other in the low light of the room, only powered by a small lamp on her end table.

Loki couldn't wait any longer. He'd missed her body – and her, way too much. He reached for her, drawing her close and pulling away at her clothes and exposing her entirety to him. He longed to feel that skin in his hands again, from this side of the body, touching her with his own hands, loving her parts of her from this perception.

His hands squeezed her full breasts, and she arched toward him, moaning as he took them into his mouth, one pebbled nipple by one. Yes, they were lovely, and her soft cries stirred his senses as he motioned her toward the bed.

Her hand were on him this time, tugging at his clothes, and he was thankful (and so was she) he'd wore nothing complicated that night other than a sharp charcoal gray suit and a green tie. She snagged the tie from his neck and vaulted it somewhere into her room, and she laughed as he took her lips again, smiling against her teeth before her tongue dove into his mouth.

Her taste. So lovely, so sweet and fulfilling like the fruit of a healthy tree.

Darcy Lewis, he thought, how lucky I am to have chosen you, to have you as mine.

Pushing her down against the bed, he hovered over her, sliding his fingers in his hair to pull it from his face. He gazed down at her, his mouth open as he stared at the pale figure of her, wanting and pulsating beneath him in the glowing light.

He would have her. This was her reward for helping him. This was what he could give for making him whole again.

He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her back and drawing her up against him. His fingers fluttered through her hair and she moaned as he suckled on her breasts again. Her legs shuddered, folding around him as she bucked her pelvis against his hardness. Drawing down another hand, he felt her wetness, and she moaned lightly as he pushed a long finger inside, pulling it back, and finding his rhythm as she writhed around him.

Boneless to his touch, she succumbed to him. The only human to let him rule her, the only human to profess her love. Was she the fool or was he?

Pulling out his finger, he drew his fingers up to taste her and closed his eyes. So sweet, so musk, so lovely and open. Shifting his weight he found the apex of her warmth, and he glided inside her. Darcy inhaled a satisfied breath as he entered her, and already she was moving her hips, frantic for release.

“Shhh...” he said against her lips, kissing a trail of kisses before he finally devoured her again. His hips bucked, and he felt a rise of heat wash over him, drawing him to the skies, teasing him with release, beckoning him aloft to a gilded peak.

It'd been so long for him to feel this loved, this desired, that in this instant he felt her come, Loki felt like there had been no time at all, that there had been no one else.

That there had only been Darcy. She cried her release, her frenetic hips slowing as she came down, shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure as she slumped down back into the bed covers with a lazy smile. Loki thrust wildly, grunting as he spilled inside her, finally reaching his peak as she started at him, catching his eyes like a doomed spell.

Loki didn't mind Darcy's spell. He would stay here forever, within her, if he could.

And this would not be the last time he would have her. Oh no. The moment he took her body for his own, he never imagined he'd take her for so much more. He never imagined by taking, he'd want to keep her.

And he would.

“Little minx,” he said to her with a smirk. He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips. “You bewitched me.”

“Yeah, I have that effect on guys,” Darcy said with a wider smile. “Seriously, if anyone deserves a medal here.” She traced a light finger down the center curve of his chest. Rolling to his side, he propped himself up on an elbow and stared at her, his fingers idly finding her hair.

“I was right in my decision, of choosing your body,” Loki said. “I was not sure in the beginning. I wondered, how could this human girl, so awkward and unassuming, be so appealing?”

“That's just my hot geek power. Men are unable to resist,” Darcy joked.

“Geek power?” he repeated, his eyes seemingly amused.

“Yep, guys don't like the thin models or whored out celebrities anymore. It's all about the geeky girl that can talk video games and comic books and still, you know, be female,” she said, and she caught him staring at her breasts... again. “I'm sure those help too.”

“Oh, quite right,” Loki agreed, and she threw a pillow at him. She laughed when he jumped for her, straddled her and pinned down her wrists. “You mad, mad girl, how did you sneak your way into my life?”

“Does that mean...you want to see me again?” Darcy asked in a heavy breath. His eyes caught her, and he wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling, and if her heart belonged to him.

“Silly woman, don't you know?” Loki said with a darkened chuckle. “I stole your body, but I have never given it back. Not for a moment.” He leaned down and nuzzled against her shoulder. “You, Darcy Lewis, are all mine now. Always.”

Normally, she would be averse to this macho male claim upon her, but she couldn't fight it with Loki. He was right. Darcy did belong to him, body and so much more.

And perhaps he'd never admit it, but Darcy could see it clearly in his eyes, that Loki had belonged to her too.

END

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