Utter Darkness

She felt everything settle and stood still for a moment just enjoying being wrapped in his arms. She felt his heavy ornate armor fade away. The only thing between her cheek and his chest then was a soft linen tunic. She opened her eyes, and looked around; she was actually a little disappointed, they were back in her apartment. "Huh, I kinda figured you'd pick someplace exotic." She mused.

He quirked an eyebrow. "I do have someplace lovely in mind. However, I thought you may have things you might want to take with you, or perhaps you might want to leave a note for Dr. Foster or Stark so they would not worry over you?"

"Oh babe, that's so thoughtful!" She gave him a peck on the cheek. "You're right, that's a really good idea. I don't want Tony busting down our door in his Iron Man suit just because we took off and didn't let anyone know." She moved quickly around the apartment gathering a few necessary things.

Ipod… check

Laptop… check

Cellphone… check

Chargers for all three… check

She hurried through her bedroom, the clothes, and other less important things she stuffed into a book bag. She took less than five minutes to gather everything and turned around, she felt like she was missing something. She rifled through a drawer in her desk for pen and paper. She jotted down a quick note for Jane and left it taped to her TV. Loki was still in her living room. She grabbed a light jacket from the back of her door, and looked up.

Loki's smile had fled, he looked troubled. "Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked quietly. "If you come with me now our lives may be chaotic for some time. Thanos had allies that will not be pleased with my actions, Jotunheim is likely still crying out for retribution, SHEILD will not forgive lightly my mistakes in regards to New York, and technically I escaped imprisonment from Asgard."

Darcy crossed her arms, leaned back against the wall, and smirked, "Wow, that's quite a record, wanted in three realms, and by the baddies of the universe. I guess if I were a smart girl I'd tuck tail and run." His gaze dropped. "Lucky for you, I like roller coasters."

His eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"I said it a while ago and I stand by it now. It's never gonna be easy between us but it's gonna be one helluva ride!" She began to laugh.

His eyes darkened and he had a wicked smirk, "And do you recall what happened shortly after you said that?"

He prowled across the room towards her. She nodded as she watched him move, the way his hips moved, his swagger, damn the man was the very definition of sex on legs. Her breath caught as she saw through even that. He was putting on a show, he wanted her to desire him because he was unsure of whether she truly still wanted to be with him or not.

He invaded her space, hands flat on the wall on either side of her head, his body inches from her own, his strong arms caging her in. He had all the moves of a self-assured predator, but all she saw was the vulnerable lonely guy whose only desire was to be completely and totally accepted.

"Loki…" she gasped as a phrase that she was unfamiliar with flooded her mind. She was fairly certain it was put there in the few moments Frigga was messing with her head. She had never heard it before but knew precisely what it meant.

When she went silent, a sadness seemed to fall over him and he started to pull back.

She looked up and smiled. "Jeg er min elskede, og han er min," she whispered.

His eyes went wide, "How could you… do you… are you…" he stuttered.

Darcy laid a gentle hand on his mouth. "Your mom clarified a few things for me while she was in my mind, returning my memories. Yes, I know what it means and I mean every single word of it. I am my beloved's and he is mine."

Gone was every pretense, he stood before her raw and ready to accept her truth. She had seen his every weakness, his darkness, and his manipulations, and yet she loved him in spite of, and even perhaps because of them.

"Babe, I need you to know, I'm not always a good person. I have my own faults, I'm a real bitch before I have my morning coffee, I can be stubborn, and I can be really possessive. I don't approach this lightly. Can you accept me as I am?"

He gently removed her hand, "Darcy, those are the words of a binding ceremony. If I agree to them, you will be bound to me and no other, for the remainder of your life. Are you certain you wish for me to answer?"

She nodded, "I wouldn't have asked it if I wasn't sure and since I've already accepted you, we're kinda already half-way there."

He smiled brightly, "Yes, Darcy Lewis of Midgard, I accept you completely and wholeheartedly." He leaned down and captured her lips in a hot needy kiss.

Her hands fisted in his tunic and pulled him flush against her. He pressed into her, his hands rough and possessive. His kisses were all consuming; there was no part of her mouth unexplored. His knee slid between her legs and she hitched one leg around his hip and ground against him. Her hands snaked up and she buried them in his long dark hair. He grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around his hips as well. Her ankles locked behind him.

His hands dropped to her ass and he pressed her to the wall. The seam of her tight blue jeans rubbed just right on her clit every time they came together. Darcy let out a tiny gasp of pleasure.

His hands ghosted down her body and suddenly she could flesh on flesh. Her eyes popped open and she let out a shuddering moan as his cock brushed her sensitive folds. Her head fell back heavily against the wall as he reached in the scant space between them his nimble fingers dipped into her sodden core. She was a mess of need and want.

"Loki, please…" she pleaded.

He nodded and without preamble, took himself in hand, lined up, and thrust in.

She cried out at the glorious friction. His head dropped to her shoulder and he breathed deeply, his cool breath dancing across her skin. She shivered, his cool skin pressed against her, his breath on her neck, her nipples were tight, and his cock stretched her so perfectly. He pulled out slowly and she whimpered, she felt nearly overwhelmed by him.

"You're so wet, your skin flushed and your beautiful lips cherry red from our kisses," His voice was raspy and low, he slid slowly back out and thrust in sharply, drawing a long loud moan from her. He straightened up and looked her in the eye. He must have been pleased with whatever he saw for his lips spread into a smug smile. He leaned back down and whispered in her ear, "You're so close aren't you min elskede," His hips moved so slowly as he pressed back into her, his cock sliding past her clit along the way. His slow pace brought her back from the edge a bit.

He fucked her slowly drawing out their pleasure. He threw his head back, the tendons his long neck stretched out. Her head dipped down and she kissed and licked at his pulse point.

As his pace began to increase, she clutched at him. Her fingernails raked across his back and he pulled back and thrust rapidly in and out, his pace becoming frantic. She was pinned to the wall by his cock and his strength. His breathing came in ragged pants. He was drawing as close to his climax as she was.

"Bite me." He ordered.

Her eyes popped open. "What?"

He made an inarticulate noise of frustration, and his motions stilled. "Bite me, draw blood, scar me, mark me as your own." He growled.

"I can't…"

"You must, it is the last part of the bonding ceremony."

"No babe, it's not that I don't want to." Her hand cupped his cheek gently. "I mean I don't think I can scar you. I scratched the crap out of you earlier, you were bleeding and everything, and there's no mark."

His hand came to rest over hers and he chuckled. "Some parts of my magic are instinctual. I am a bit vain and so I have never allowed myself to be scarred. Anything you do in this moment will be permanent."

She nodded and took his left hand from covering her own. She curled his fingers and sucked his ring finger into her mouth. He groaned when she hollowed her cheeks and her tongue wrapped around his digit. He began thrusting again and the fingers of his right hand dug into the flesh of her ass when her sharp teeth pressed against the base of his finger.

The harder he thrust, the harder she bit down. His desire built and he dipped his head down to the scar on her neck, he sucked on it and felt her inner muscles clench. He threw his head back when he felt her finally pierce his flesh. He pulled her leg up higher and his thrusts were almost violent.

Blood seeped into her mouth and the coppery taste didn't disturb her nearly as much as she had thought it would. He pulled her leg up and the new angle was all the more she needed. She came, her orgasm raging through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, and she released his finger, as she too threw her head back, her mouth tinged red and open in a silent scream. He pressed into her one last time almost crushing her into the wall as his hips flexed a few last times as he dropped his head back to the crux of her neck and panted heavily.

"Damn," she groaned. "I sure hope you can hold us both up for a while, cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk for a bit."

He chuckled and his breath tickled her neck, "I'm certain I will be strong enough for both of
us."

"So, you know you owe me a ring, right?" She languidly stroked his hair.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes half-lidded and his smile beautifully spent. "And why would I owe you a ring min elskede?"

"Well cause, I'm guessing a bonding ceremony is kinda like getting married." It was framed as a statement but he could see the question in her eyes and nodded. "We did this kinda bass-ackwards." She laughed. "You're supposed to ask me if I want to get married, give me an awesome ring, have an awkward talk with my family to get permission, and then we'd have a wedding." She carefully started to lower her legs, her muscles protesting the whole way.

He held her gently as she disentangled herself. "If that is what you desire, then you shall have a ring."

Her knees buckled a bit as she tried to stand. She laughed as he held her up, his bloody hand smearing on her hip. "We should probably get tha…"

There was a heavy knock on her front door. "Darcy?!" She heard Tony call for her.

Loki stood straight and his magic clothed them right away, his magic even renewed her strength some. She opened her mouth to respond but Loki shook his head. "I've cloaked us with magic, he can't actually know we're here, he's merely guessing." Darcy nodded.

"Hey, just trying to give you two a heads up, Fury's looking for you. You may want disappear for a while. I'll get Thor to help and we'll smooth it over with SHIELD. I'll figure out how get word to you when we got it taken care of." Darcy could hear the smirk in Tony's smile. "Oh and by the way, JARVIS figured out how to track you even through your fancy cloaking spell, so I know you're in there."

Darcy took the few steps and opened her front door.

Tony was leaning on her doorframe; he had taken of the Iron Man suit and was in faded blue jeans and an old AC/DC t-shirt. She couldn't help it; she threw herself, on him and hugged him. "Thanks for the heads up, big bro." she whispered into his neck.

He pulled back with a big smile, "Aww, Reindeer Games figured out how to get your memories back." He tucked Darcy to his side and gave Loki a hard look, "Alright, so me and Darce had this conversation a while back and now that she's all back to herself I gotta let you know, I'm stepping in here as a pseudo big brother. If you break her heart, I'll break you, kapeesh?"

Loki simply rolled his eyes, "Even with your armor, you are no threat to me, Stark. But you have no reason for concern; Darcy will remain safe in my care."

Tony looked satisfied with Loki's answer, "You two better get going, Fury's been hounding me for info, he's pretty sure you two were coming back here. Personally I told him, I thought you two were headed someplace like the Bahamas or Paris. So I wouldn't recommend going there either."

"How are you gonna let us know when it's safe to come back?" Darcy quirked an eyebrow.

"I'll call you or something."

"Cell phones are traceable Tony."

Loki raised his hands, "Give me both of your phones."

Darcy reached over, pulled hers out of her purse, and handed it to Loki.

Loki turned expectantly to Tony, who grimaced. "I don't like anybody messing with my tech."

Darcy put her hands on her hips. "Seriously? You willingly collaborated with him to save the world but you don't want him to touch your phone?" When Tony still looked like he was going to be stubborn, Darcy walked up to him pretended to hug him for a brief moment, reached into his back pocket, pulled out his phone, and handed it to Loki. "There you go."

Tony rounded on Darcy with a dirty look, "Traitor."

Loki walked over to the counter and began tinkering with the phones.

"Aww come on Tony, you know he isn't gonna do anything wrong to them."

"Memories back for less than a day and you're already taking the god's side. Nice to see how I measure up." Tony joked.

"Not very well, apparently," Loki smirked; he stood behind Tony looking pointedly down on the shorter man.

"Very funny." Tony snatched his phone away from the God.

"I thought it was very amusing." Loki handed Darcy her phone and she looked at it.

"What'd you do? It doesn't look any different."

"I made the phones untraceable and because we may not remain here on Midgard, I extended their range. You should be able to contact each other no matter the realm now."

"Holy shit! You sonic'd them? That's so cool!"

Loki looked confused but Tony lit up. "A fellow whovian!" Tony gave Darcy a fist bump.

"Sir, Agent Hill is in the building and is making her way with an armed contingent up to this floor as we speak."

"That would be our cue to leave, thank you for the warning Stark. Darcy?"

She grabbed her bags and gave Tony a quick peck on the cheek. "Tell Jane I said sorry for not saying goodbye."

She rushed to Loki's side. He leaned down, whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. Loki held her tight; she closed her eyes and shouted, "Bye Tony!" and they both faded from sight.

Tony smiled as they disappeared. He headed out to meet Hill at the elevators.

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The tiniest shift happened in the atmosphere when Loki left with Darcy, imperceptible to almost all. In the elevator the woman known as Maria Hill, allowed herself a tiny smirk. The younger Prince should not have taken so long to leave. If Coulson or Fury had responded to the tip-off that Loki was in Stark Tower, they would have been there far sooner. Lucky for the prince she was not who she seemed. Once the handmaiden of the Queen, she had been sent to earth nearly a decade earlier to see to the Queen's interests. The queen's vision in her scrying pool had told her of two young women that would become quite important to two young princes.

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