Utter Darkness

The following few days sucked…

Tony was in and out of her apartment constantly checking up on them, Jane was still moody because of their argument, and Loki hardly let her get out of bed. And it wasn’t as enjoyable as it sounded. The most he did was cuddle with her. They did have a few more of the telepathic conversations, mostly about his magic and what their plans were once she was well.

She had returned to her apartment on Sunday evening and by Wednesday afternoon, she was growing restless. She couldn’t go back to the lab yet cause both Tony and Jane insisted that she stay in bed until at least the following Monday. She never thought she would miss working, but she did. They had an intern inputting the data for her. Darcy cringed internally, it was her program, and she was really hoping the intern didn’t screw anything up. Even with the explosion in the lab, Jane was still on track to be finished and running her final tests in less than two weeks.

So since she couldn’t do anything else she sat on her couch with her laptop and a half-empty latte that Tony had brought her earlier. She closed the laptop and smiled. She wore the same green and black workout top as before and a very short pair of black shorts. Loki had groaned when he saw her clothing choice and had swept her off her feet. She had gasped in delight but her fantasies had been dashed when he carefully deposited her on the couch and covered her up with a blanket.

Loki sat on the other end of the couch dozing in the warm afternoon sunlight. He had slept a lot as his health and appetite had returned. His magic was fully restored and he had fixed the glamour so that it worked for everyone else but she could see the real him. Or at least, so that she could see his Asgardian appearance. They’d had a bit of an argument over that one. She liked him blue but he hated it. She let it go, she knew he was still kinda insecure and she wanted him to feel comfortable.

Which obviously he did. He was finally relaxed. He looked so young when he slept. Gone were all the harsh lines and the sadness and the bitterness that sometimes seemed to overwhelm his features. She watched his chest rise and fall slowly, his long neck stretched out. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and she could see every muscle defined. He wasn’t burly like Thor but he was still cut. Damn was he cut, he filled out a t-shirt and jeans in a way that made her mouth water. And if she tilted her head just right, she could almost see the ridges of his scarification though his tight t-shirt.

She hadn’t told him but even with his magic returned, she could still feel every ridge of his scarification. Those ridges were hers. She was pretty sure no one else could feel them but her. She loved those damn ridges. A well-placed lick or scratch along one of those ridges would make him come unglued. Though he had been careful not to allow her to touch him too much, he was adamant about her being fully recovered before they would do anything more than kiss.

She set her latte and her laptop on the coffee table and nudged him with her toes. He grumbled a bit in his sleep but didn’t wake. She grinned. She got up quietly, walked to her room, and shut the door carefully.

“Hey JARVIS,” she called softly.

“Yes Miss Lewis?” the AI responded.

“Hey, I know Tony put some cameras and probably some mics in here. I want to spend some ‘personal’ time with my man but I’d rather not do anything that Tony can see. Can you help me out; I don’t know blur the image or put some static in the sound or something? Please JARVIS?”

There was almost an amused tone in the automated voice. “I will make the necessary adjustments. Is there anything else Miss Lewis?”

“Umm, can you make sure nobody can get in here or bother us for a while?” She asked quietly.

“I will see to it that you remain uninterrupted.”

“Thanks J, you’re the best.” She smiled.

She walked back out to the living room, stood in front of him, and pinched the inside of his thigh. His eyes flew open and he pulled her to him. She straddled his lap and smiled wickedly. “Hi.” She trailed her hands all over his chest, rose up on her knees, and tried to kiss him.

“Darcy…” he started.

“No, come on please don’t push me away again. I feel fine, really! Use your magic and check. I’m not a freaking china doll! I’m better and I’m tired of waiting!”

He rolled his eyes and huffed, but he threaded his hands into her hair anyway. His eyes went slightly out of focus and she could feel the tingle of his magic as he ran the diagnostic spell. His magic dissipated, his eyes cleared, an odd flicker passed over his face, and then he smirked. “Yes, you are better.”

He stood suddenly, one arm around her waist, the other under her butt, and carried her as though she weighed nothing. She gasped in shock and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist. He walked quickly to her bedroom and stopped just before the bed.

Her thoughts grew thick. “The surveillance equipment?” he asked.

“Already taken care of.” She smiled.

“How?”

She smirked, “I have my ways. Hey, I gotta take off my glasses but I want to be able to see you. Can you fix my eyes just for tonight?”

He gently removed her glasses and placed them on her bedside table. He laid his fingertip on her temple, she felt a tingle, and her vision was perfect. “Better?”

She gave him a bright smile and nodded.

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled away from her mind, and laid her on the bed, following to cover her with his body. He braced himself on his elbows, hovering above her as he stared at her. “I am not a good man, nor am I patient, or kind, or inclined to share that which is mine. I do not approach this lightly. Can you accept me as I am?”

There was heaviness in his question. Words stuck in her throat and she nodded.

“No, love, I need to hear you say the words.” He had an almost pained expression.

She swallowed reflexively, “Yes of course I accept you, I have since I first met you and I always will.”

His green eyes darkened. “I hope you will not regret that decision.” He descended on her, his mouth devouring hers. One of her hands fisted in his hair as she groaned at his hunger, her other hand slid down to pull the shirt from his jeans. His hand swept down her side, sliding under her top and pulling it up. His slightly cold hand brushed across her stomach and she giggled. Her legs slid open and his hips rested against hers. She gasped softly as he shifted and she could fell him pressed against her. Her body arched and her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel his smirk in his kiss. Arrogant bastard. Her hand slid up under his shirt, and she softly ran a fingernail along one of his ridges.

He made a slightly strangled noise and pulled back to stare at her. “What was that?”

She grinned and did it again, “You mean that?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes, that. My magic is fully returned, the scars should no longer be there, visible or not. It’s as though the marks are still there.” His voice was soft and he moved to get up.

She tightened her grip with her legs and arms. He was far stronger than she was, but he allowed her to hold him there. “They kinda are, I can’t see them, your magic is working just fine, but somehow I know they’re still there and I can feel them.”

“That shouldn’t be possible, unless…” his voice trailed off, and his eyes seemed to focus on something far away. After a very brief moment, he shook his head and focused again on Darcy. “It matters not. I hide the monster away so that I may better control myself.”

“You’re not a monster dammit! You’ve gone through monstrous trials, you’ve done monstrous things, but YOU are not a monster. You are the man I want, the man I love.” Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, “And, I seem to recall you saying that if I continued doing that,” her finger danced across the ridge that ran the length of his spine, “… you might lose control.” She pushed herself up to whisper in his ear. “And like I told you before, I want you to lose control.” Her hand made a broad arc sweeping over several ridges at once.

His back arched like a cat, his eyes flashed red, and his skin took on a slight bluish cast. “Darcy,” he growled, “My Jotun nature is very primal and it is best that you do not provoke me, you’ve no idea how dangerous that could be.” His eyes shut tight and he went very still. The blue faded from his skin and when he opened his eyes again, they were green.

“Loki, baby I want you. Blue or white, Asgardian or Jotun, safe or dangerous, it doesn’t matter. I love you and I want you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hold back, I trust you completely.” She ran her fingernails across a swirling pattern of scars on his ribcage.

He sat back on his heels and yanked off his shirt, the bluish cast had returned and Darcy’s breath caught in her throat at the look in his blood red eyes. His hand ghosted across her body and her clothes disappeared. Her nipples pebbled from the sudden exposure to the cool air. He continued to sit back and stare at her naked form; he seemed to recover a measure of control as he looked at her. His normally vibrant green eyes were distant and unfocused, and she grew unsure under his gaze. Just as she moved to cover herself, he moved. His hands darted out and caught hers. “Do not hide yourself from me.” With one hand, he held both of hers together above her head and leaned down to lave her taut nipple with a cold and pointed tongue. His other hand toyed with her other breast, caressing and massaging. He sucked hard on one nipple while pinching the other and Darcy let out a shuddering gasp. He looked up at her. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them; his pupils blown so wide the green of his eyes was almost non-existent.

“Control is a fickle thing, the moment you think you have it, is usually the moment you’ve lost it.” His voice sent chills down her back, he smirked, and she felt something silky wrap around her wrists. She tugged lightly at the scarf, if she tugged hard enough she could easily slip free. She smiled at him and left her hands above her head in a silent show of trust.

He rose up and took her mouth hard, their teeth clacking together as they struggled for a good rhythm. Her lust-fogged mind registered his nakedness; he must have magicked away his jeans at some point. He pressed his body against her, his arousal lying heavy on her stomach. She groaned and rutted lightly on his leg that lay between hers. His body temperature seemed somewhat lower than hers, probably had something to do with Frost Giant physiology. It was incredibly erotic, the contrast between the heat of her skin and the coolness of his.

His hand rested under her neck gripping it lightly, turning her head this way and that to give his mouth access her neck and jawline. His other hand slowly wound its way down her body, he caressed her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs, everywhere, but where she needed him.

“Loki, please…” she moaned as his hand trailed closer to her center. “…please, oh god, please…”

“Who am I to deny such a beautifully moaned prayer…?” he murmured. His wandering hand finally found her mound and he slowly dragged a single finger through her folds. He slowly circled her clit, trailed down to her center, stopping just short of touching her where she ached, and back up to circle her clit again. “So wet…,” he purred.

She arched against him, and groaned. He moved so slowly, he was teasing her and loving every moment. “Loki…” she panted. “…please… Loki.” His name came out as a rush of breath.

“Yes love?” His voice was heavy and dark with promise. Finally, one long finger entered her and her breath stuttered. “So anxious and so ready. Something this sweet…” he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger clean with a quiet groan. “… should be savored, don’t you think?” His hand returned to her center and this time two of his long fingers entered her. He began unhurriedly dragging his fingers in and out. He trailed open mouth kisses along her neck and collarbone. She writhed and gasped beneath him, as he slowly fucked her with his fingers. His fingers flexed and twisted hitting all the right places. What he was doing was glorious but he held her on a razor’s edge. She was so close but he seemed intent on holding her there. Sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat, as she made soft panting noises. She rocked against him trying to get the friction she needed.

“Oh goddammit Loki, come on!” she hissed, she was painfully close but he continued that maddeningly slow pace.

He gave her a wicked grin and curled his fingers just so… Her body bowed and her eyes clamped shut. His name became one long moan as she came apart. He gave her no chance to recover, but moved, entered her in one smooth stroke, and began to pump into her. His voice was a little ragged as he moaned, “So tight…” and his pace sped up.

Her eyes flew open and she pushed him back a bit with her bound hands. She could see the blue fading from his skin; he must have lost a measure of his control. “Wait, wait! Holy shit! You’re freaking huge. Just wait a minute, wait a minute.” He went still immediately. His face was a tight mask as his body trembled slightly from holding back. “Loki…”

He began to pull away but she locked her legs around him, an echo of her efforts earlier. His voice was strained, “We should stop…”

“No, no! Please, I just need a minute to adjust. It’s been a while and you’re a lot bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. Just give me a minute.” She sipped her hands free of the scarf, threaded her hands into his hair, and pulled him down to kiss him deeply.

His hand slid between her body and the bed, down to her ass, gripping her tightly. She could feel the quaking in his limbs, how he wanted to just plow into her. She began to rock slowly, getting accustomed to his length and girth. Hell, he wasn’t kidding about being a god. No human could be built like that. She was pretty sure he wasn’t even all the way in.

He began to thrust shallowly. She threw back her head and gasped. He could feel her inner muscle begin to mold around him. Her hands shook as she carefully trailed her fingers down his back, avoiding all the ridges.

He continued to move slowly and shallowly, working for her comfort, her enjoyment. Her head still thrown back, he could almost see her pulse in her throat. He could feel his primal nature rising up again, the urge to bite her, to mark her as his own was nearly overwhelming. “Darcy, look at me,” he demanded through gritted teeth. His hips stopped their slow progress.

Her eyes slowly slid open with a whine. “Loki…” He was still, as he stared down at her with an almost pained look. His skin had taken on the bluish cast again. His hair was loose and framed their faces. There was a wild look about him, but somehow with that wildness had also come the vulnerability that had drawn her to him in the first place. Her hands rested lightly on the back on his neck as she looked up at him questioningly. “I meant what I said earlier. I accept you, all of you. Come on baby, rock my world.” She said cheekily as she thrust her hips against his.

Something seemed to break in his eyes and his hand on her hip tightened. He leaned very close to her, his lips by her ear and growled, “From this moment on you will be mine and mine alone do you understand?” He pulled back only far enough to look her in the eyes. He was full on Jotun. She gasped slightly. He threaded his other hand into her hair and pulled lightly, exposing even more of her neck to him. “Do you understand?”

Her voice was barely more than a breath, “…yes…” He lay on her; one hand buried in her hair the other tightly holding her hip. She was wrapped around him; their only movement came from the slow rocking of their hips. He dipped his head to her throat, to her pulse point. He placed cool open mouth kisses there, his desire to mark her growing.

She could feel the bubble of desire building and she needed more. She tilted her hips and he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside her for the first time. Her cervix cramped slightly as he filled her completely. She let out a low moan as he growled and thrust hard. “Ohmygod!”

He grinned wickedly against her neck and did it again. She cursed and scratched roughly across the ridges on his back. He bit her in retaliation. She arched hard against him and soon they were moving together at an almost brutal pace. His mouth locked on the tender flesh of her neck and in their passion, his teeth broke through her skin. He groaned as blood began to trickle in to his mouth. He slipped a hand in the narrow space between them and his clever fingers found her clit, working in time with their thrusts.

The hand holding her hair coiled around her throat, the pressure cutting off her breathing slightly. He rose up, a question in his red eyes. “I trust you.” She whispered and he squeezed tighter. Everything took on a sharper edge, the heat in her building to a crescendo. Finally, her whole body seemed to clench around him; her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. He released his grip on her throat and the surge of oxygen only made her crest that much higher. His thrusts grew erratic as he came with a wild roar.

He rolled off of her and pulled her half lying across his body. Her head on his chest she could hear the mad beating of his heart. Their breathing in sync even as their bodies relaxed. The blue faded from his skin as they calmed. The smell of sweat, musk, and the coppery tang of blood filled the room. She reached up to brush hair off her sweaty neck and hissed quietly as her fingers grazed the bite mark. She began to giggle as she looked at her bloody fingertip. He arched an eyebrow at her. She began to laugh all that much harder.

“What is so funny?”

Several minutes of nearly hysterical laughter followed. When she finally could breathe enough to speak, she whispered, “You gave me frostbite.” And she doubled over in laughter again.

He grinned and chuckled a bit as well. When she’d finally calmed she curled up against him with a sigh. “You know…” she began, “…that whole you are mine thing is kinda hot, but I was thinking, if I belong to you, then you belong to me, right?”

He looked at her in wonder. “Is that what you want?”

She crawled up over him and straddled his hips. “Can I bite and mark you too?” She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. He nodded. She leaned down and nibbled on his neck. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she bit down. She couldn’t bring herself to break the skin but she sucked firmly, knowing it would leave a mark. She sat back up and her finger gently traced the spot that would be a glowing reminder on his pale skin. “There, now you’re mine too.” She smiled in satisfaction and lay back beside him with a yawn. “That was, by far, the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He rolled slightly to look her in the eyes, “Oh dear sweet Darcy, we are nowhere near finished.” His voice was a wicked whispered purr.

It was hours before either of them slept.

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Her arm reached out to find him in the dark. His side of the bed was cold. She looked around the room with bleary eyes. The spell on her vision must have worn off when they fell asleep. “Loki?” He was standing beside the bed. She rolled over onto her back to get a little more comfortable, and groaned.

“Are you unwell?” His voice sounded odd.

“I’m fine, just sore in all the right places.” She stretched languidly, the sheet sliding down her body, coming to rest low on her hips.

“You’re bruised, should I heal you?”

“Nah, those aren’t bruises, they’re my badges of honor… Proves I tangled with a god and still got mine. I know you got some awesome marks too.” She rolled away from him and fumbled with the things on her bedside table. “Damn, where are my glasses?” She finally felt the familiar edge of her glasses. She rolled back towards him as she placed them on. His was in full armor, horned helmet and everything. “Loki?” her voice shook.

His eyes hardened. “I regret this.” Magic slithered from his palm, touching her temple rendering her unconscious. “JARVIS, you may unlock the doors now.” The sheet slid up to cover her body and he disappeared from the room.

Notes

Sorry, I am so so sorry for the cliffe. But I blame Loki. I really hadn't originally planned that little twist.
But hey, longest chapter so far...

Oh yeah and I gotta give credit where credit is due. Dr. Finklestein belongs to LuvaGoodMrE from Fanfiction.net. Her story Funny That Way was my intro to Tasertricks. I borrowed him to give tribute to an awesome author.

And the Frostbite joke belongs to runninggreen from tumblr who said I could use it here.

And yes, the "You will be mine and mine alone. Do you understand?" was a direct quote from Mr. Hiddleston himself. He read The Red Necklace aloud and HOLY FRICK ON A STICK is it HOT!!!! This is a must listen kinda thing...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx_gYS…

What are you waiting for? GO!!