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Darcy huffed and fell onto her bed. It caught her in a cool hug, and she didn’t fight the feeling of sleep. It had been god knows how long since she last had the opportunity to relax in her parents’ home. It didn’t seem right that she was here- not wholly. But things were calm now. Peace had come, something Jane had tried to revel in by shacking up with her boyfriend after the Ultron incident.
This included weekend getaways (leaving Darcy with no work) and lots of sex around the apartment (leaving Darcy to avoid the cooties). It wasn’t that Darcy didn’t have a place of her own... It was just that she had kind of given it up after Jane invited her to take the spare room in her lovely flat. Something that both Nordic Muscles and Jane had overlooked in their sex-a-thon.
And so, Darcy made it back in time for thanksgiving a bit earlier than usual. The flight was very easy compared to the last several times she’d done so under the “employment” of SHIELD. There weren’t any attractive and off-putting-ly tight-assed agents always in the corner of her eye. She’d waited long enough to buy expensive candy and doze off. And then, a few hours later, she was breathing in the damp air of the Pacific Northwest. She hadn’t known she’d missed it.
When she opened her eyes, it was the gentle aroma of petrichor and sound of rain that roused her from deep, jet-lagged sleep. Somewhere in the midst of it, she’d toed off her socks and leggings. Her head was buried under her old pillow. With a deep sigh, she rolled herself over and stared at the ceiling.
There was so much time now. She doubted martians would be invading Earth anytime so soon, and Jane was likely to take full advantage of an extended Winter Vacation with Thor and Mjolnir. She wouldn’t mind the long break, except she was going to spend the whole time avoiding her mother and extended family. She hoped they were enjoying it.
“I’m not ungrateful, pal, really.” She muttered in the general direction (she thought) of Asgard. “It’s just that the fruit of your loins must have some sort of a spell over Jane, because he’s pretty and noble and all.... but he does kind of fit the big jock blond stereotype, if you know what I mean. I don’t mean to shit talk your own son, but maybe you can put in a word with Santa Claus. I deserve something extra good this year.”
Her phone buzzed with a text from her mother, full of random emojis lacking context. “At least send me a sex partner with mythological stamina. It’s the least you could do, seeing as I’m the one making two a.m. poptart runs.” She didn’t add that they were for herself. If big ol’ papa Odin was listening, he’d get the point regardless.
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Someone was listening. Loki had tuned in when the endless stream of Nordic prayers of Aesir and Midgardians parted and threatened to drown out her irreverent jargon. He’d have stopped her heart with Odin’s power upon seeing that the disturbance was from a drunken SHIELD employee-- but the familiar name of his brother stopped him. Since then, he’d listened into Darcy Lewis’s “prayers”, gaining a knowledge of Thor’s personal life and finding entertainment in the middle of tedious council meetings.
She was more frazzled than usual today, he noted. Her usual sarcasm was bitter, and he knew without knowing she was restless. His consciousness watched her toss off her t-shirt and thumb off her panties. The sigh she released when unhooking her bra would’ve been sexy, had she not flopped back onto her bed. She lay there, staring at the ceiling until the wind and misting rain picked up, sending goose bumps over her skin. Instead of going to the window and closing it, she closed her eyes and slowly stroked the underside of her breasts.
Loki quirked an eyebrow when she shuddered and dragged her fingernails along the bones framing her torso. It was almost too much to resist. She was lying before him. He could do any number of mischievous things.... but he could hardly swallow, much less move. She was weaving a spell around the room. The rain sprinkled her thighs, leaving streaks as she spread her fingers over them.
When she slide one finger in, he could hear it. He noticed his painful erection when she brought her other hand down from her breast to her clit. He Dismissed Odin’s form in Asgard and throbbed while her fingers aggressively reached for the right spots. She was keening and gulping air like a fish. It wasn’t a particularly attractive sight, but it was erotic.
At last he freed himself. He pulled the head of his cock in light, massaging tugs while she pushed her heels off the floor, squirming frantically. He matched her panting breath while pumping himself, wanting to replace the fingers that curled inside her. He surprised himself with the strong spurts of cum that would’ve landed on her chest and face had he truly been floating above her and not in Asgard. It was the moaned sigh that escaped her throat at her own climax.
He looked down at the rug before Odin’s hearth. It was a very treasured gift from someone Loki couldn’t remember at the moment. He flicked his hand and the mess was gone, though the gasping Brunette with sin in her prayers was set in his thoughts.