Hacker of computers, caretaker of Jane Foster, BFF's with Princes of Asgard and a boss ass bitch with a taser. [[ indie mcu roleplay blog for Darcy Lewis. Secondary blog. ]]
“Then I’m more than certain you could’ve dance your way out of falling on your arse.”
Her form of reassurance made him more curious than was probably deemed worthy, ignoring the pink tongue that poked out accusingly at him. “I shouldn’t ask this, but why not? And I wasn’t jealous,” Loki emphasized. “he simply was out too long and I need to preserve as much magic as I can.“
His eyes continued on examining her, expression clouded with innocence. "You’ve never asked. Asking is the polite thing to do, mortal, especially for royalty…” A hand extended to tap her button nose patronizingly. “But It’s entertaining for you to assume.”
The obsidian-haired God glanced down, as if the answer would present himself in his trousers. “How did you know? Your name Is quite the mouthful.”
her arms folded across her chest and she gave him her i’mma cut a bitch look. it then transformed into a sly smile and she mockingly narrowed her eyes at him. ‘ pshhhh. so jealous, lokes. ‘ her whole body then rocked with laughter before she turned back to him. ‘ because i’m not gonna have sex with him when you’re right there. why have him when i can have the real thing? ‘
her eyebrow raised at him as if asking him to supply a real answer. ‘ and there’s another reason. i could just ask you! ‘ her eyes then shot directly to his, her face formed in her thinking one. ‘ if i asked would you seriously get on your knees? ‘cause i feel like that’d be better than your lil’ guy. i mean, i’ve heard the nicknames they gave you. they were in the mythology book…silvertongue. ‘ she giggled. she actually giggled out loud.
‘ are my initials actually on…y’know? ‘ her brows rose and she looked down at his crotch.
The clone happily accepted the role as a wall to lean on for the short brunette, leaning down a bit to borrow his face Into the crook of her neck affectionately. The gesture nearly made Loki snap his fingers and will him away then and there. It would be hilarious to see her fall on her arse..
“I’m…Not familiar with this ‘ship’…But I’m assuming It’s something you of all people made up on your own one day?” It wouldn’t surprise him bit if that were the case, Darcy seemed the type of woman who would be capable of conjuring up her own language.
Watching her debate for those moments, the God awaited patiently before her hand held out to him. Emeralds flickered to the offered hand to seal their lewd deal, hues dancing with both entertainment and unadulterated anticipation for her to hold up her promises. Finally, his own, broad hand extended, clasping around hers with a grin dancing up the corners of his lips. “Your hand, most welcome.” A brow above a eye lowered at the phrase before lips parted In understanding, shaking her hand once.
“A grand tour will be promised. As long as you don’t touch anything that doesn’t have your name written on It.”
a smirk appeared on darcy’s lips at the clones reaction and she deliberately made a sound close to purring whilst holding eye contact with the real loki and continuing to show her amusement on her lips. she then stuck out her tongue at him like a five year old. ‘ aw, is lil’ loki jealous of me because i’m stealing his boy toy away? ‘ she snickered at that.
her lips then pursed. ‘ nah, i wish i’d thought of something as genius as that. but it wasn’t me. it just sorta…happened one day. people suddenly shipped johnlock. ‘ she shrugged at him, opening her mouth to explain what johnlock was then closing it due to her sudden thought that he probably wouldn’t know who sherlock and john were.
a devious smile had been held on her lips as he shook her hand, darcy’s lips pursing to hold back her laughter ( a bit of it eliciting anyway). ‘ my hand might be most welcome but do i need to tell you which part of you is gonna be most welcome when i’m done with it? ‘ amusement on her face showed, and she gave a wink to him.
‘ aw, mischief. are you saying my name is on your dick then? ‘ she laughed aloud that time. quite loud.
“Many thanks, I’ve been working on my craft for humoring snarky women.” He retorted at her. As she leaned In, his own visage mirrored partially, verdant hues unwavering as she spoke of her violence.
“Norns, Believe me, I’m familiar with the assassin, quite the spitfi- her and Steven of Rogers are…Fucking, as you would say?” Both brows arched upwards at the light of new information. Whether or not the mortal spoke the truth about the two members, the wheels turned within his contorted mind on exactly what he could use such knowledge for; surely there had to be some level of professional requirements between business partners In a sea of people who haven’t done a heroic thing In their entire life.
Lids blinked a few times at the mental image of Darcy teaching Jane the obscene art of blowjobs. Quiet for a few moments, enough to allow a cricket or two fill the expanse of space. “The moment I open a portal to return there, deal?”
‘ aw, it’s ‘cause you love me, isn’t it, lokes? ‘ she joked, falling back against the clone again and looking up to him, head falling back to rest on the top portion of his chest which then made her realize how small she was compared to him.
‘ oh, in my mind they are. i ship it like i’m the damn captain of the ship. not that you know what that means…at least, i think. do they have shipping on asgard? not like the actual ships like the end of relationship who do you want to be together? why am i explaining this to you, okay, nevermind. ‘ the confused look plastering her face that was narrowed eyes and pursed lips transformed into a shrug of her shoulders to herself.
her lips then pursed again, debating the deal to herself before holding out her hand to him. ‘ deal. but i better see all the pretty shit before giving you that blow job. ‘
”Mercy, perhaps?” He dared, lips turning Into the threat of a smirk, quirking a brow, watching her eyes examine the length of his leather and metal-clad form.
“For whatever reasons, I’m doubting how hard you can actually punch someone. Blame It on your short stature. Giving yourself a taste of your own medicine? How…Noble.” Loki’s features shifted Into that of mild surprise, leaning away partially. Her bright smile that dimpled her cheeks made was that of a young child on that holiday of Christmas.
But her offer had shattered that Illusion, making his eyes widen at the boldness. “…Why can’t you ever be that generous on a daily basis In my presence?”
‘ yeah, sure. ‘she responded, sarcastically, ‘ loki, i don’t know what the hell your last name is; poster boy for mercy if you kneel for him. ‘ she then scoffed, arms folding over her chest. ‘ good one, mischief. ‘
‘ okay, so punching maybe not my forte. but a knee to the balls or cervix, i can do. ‘ she narrowed her eyes at him, leaning forward slightly. ‘ don’t fuck with me, loki. ‘cause one of the things you do not do is underestimate a woman. last bastard that did that to be good 500 volts of electricity to the balls. and black widow, you’ve seen her right? guys look at her and go; i aint gonna fuck with that. leave that to captain america (i ship it, don’t judge, lokes). ‘
‘ and trust me, if you took me to asgard everyday, you would be getting the best blow jobs of your life. i’m ashamed of jane that she didn’t do that to thor when they went, to be honest. i thought i taught her better than that. ‘
“what? why? come one. I am not the most conversational kind of guy, nor are you the most ordinary girl. though I am totally not going to say anything similar again because you asked me to and I respect that. whether you are a girl or a guy to be honest,” was the immediate response before he tilted his head, an amused grin spreading across his features.
“you havin’ a soldier kink goin’ on there or something?”
‘ you’re lucky i’m open minded and that i’m gonna take that not an ordinary girl comment as a compliment otherwise someone would’ve gotten a knee to the balls. ‘ her eyes then rolled and her arms crossed over her chest.
‘ yeah, some soldiers are incredibly sexy and that metal arm is defintely doing someone for me, buckaroo. ‘
“Yes, because I, of all people, truly need to be educated on abs of freedom.” He drily answered, squinting his lids at the dreamy look within her cerulean eyes. About to wave a hand In front of her to break the spell that was Captain America’s muscled torso, her jab made a forced, sarcastic smile part his lips.
"You’re completely different from the species of a woman.”
Her small rant on the unfairness of same sex attraction in the countries of Midgard made Loki’s head cant to one side, noticing how much It upset her. “Tis’ unfortunate to have such narrow-minded people stuck In their own means of morals. If everyone, In this entire universe, all males only liking females, and vice versa, It would be a complete bore. Everything Is far too big to be black and white.”
Craning his neck to gaze upwards, a airy laugh arose from his throat and Into the air at the question. He’d estimate It would take a day before someone voted her off the realm for disturbances.
"No ticket required per sey, but you will, however, need to be kneeled In front of me once we arrived.”
‘ aw, don’t be jealous. mischief. i’m sure there’s something about you that screams…maybe not freedom… ‘ she smirked, her head tilting to the side at him and eyes running over his body with pursed lips.
she scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. ‘ do not use that as a reason! if you’re like every other man on my planet then chances are i’m a lot like every other girl on your planet. ’ she hesitated for a moment, eyebrows arched. ‘ i hope not though. if i met someone like me, i’d probably sock her in the face or tase her. ‘
her eyes suddenly lit up, dimples on her cheeks appearing as she smiled. ‘ loki, i swear to god, if you took me to asgard, i would kneel and give you the blow job of your life! ‘
Jane? The woman Thor talked so much about, going on a limb Steve figured this must be Darcy. Hands tearing the tape from his knuckles, he listened to her talk, sounded like one of two things. He was either mad or expecting something.
❝Darcy Lewis, right?❞
❝from what I hear— either you did something to upset him, or he’s expecting big thing from you Miss Lewis. ❞
‘ the one and only. ‘ darcy’s lips were pulled in a smirk and she made a dramatic gesture to herself. ‘ and you, sir, are captain america! which is awesome. ‘
she then scoffed, pulling a spoon from her jacket’s pocket and opening the ice cream tub. ‘ as if coulson could be upset with me. we have a mutual understanding of we both annoy each other when we feel like it, and he’s great…except for the, uh, five languages and trainer that wants to kill me… ‘
“And you’re a…Dammit, what are those things called..” Snapping his fingers, completely missing the snapping sound they’re supposed to make, he perked up and shot her a condescending glare. “Stale. I may say your name at whatever pitch I like, and I do mean, any pitch.”
Glancing over and accepted glass of more ale from his fellow, rowdy mate, he downed the sweet beverage In front of the brunette, keeping emeralds trained on her the entire time before openly dropping the glass onto the floor, smacking his lips loudly, beaming bright moments later. Sighing loudly at her rush to leave the crowded building, he took her smaller hand within his and begun to lead her towards a wall, stopping abruptly right next to the exit. “My Gods, Darcy, has the door disappeared?!”
brown hair draped over darcy’s back as she groaned again, louder than before. ‘ uhhhhhhhh. god, how are you a god?! ‘ she then took control of leading him outside, tugging his hand more forcefully. ‘ i hope your head fuckin’ pounds the shit out of you tomorrow. it’s probably gonna feel worse than when banner took you down. ‘
she made herself smirk with that one, standing outside the bar and taking in the fresh air. ‘ tomorrow, i swear to god, i am going to get a drum kit and play it right next to your ears. you ruined my night. i have barely had three beers and i am already dragging myself to a diner for coffee, thanks to you, god of assholes! ‘
