But now I'm back with a new chapter!... it's a short chapter, but... I'm already working on the next one!
I have the next couple of chapters outlined and ready to write. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter out on Wednesday *cross your fingers*
Life took over and pushed 'Trust Me' to the back of my mind, Loki didn't like that...
laterovaries this is also a bit of fanfic for you ;P
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You’re making this harder on yourself than it has to be, Mistress," he says as he stands in front of me, invading my personal space.
"Believe me, it’s not by choice," I sneer at him before I look away. It’s all I can do, given my current position.
"Well, maybe you just need it coaxed out of you," he teases me, dragging the flat of his dagger along my neck down to the opening of my shirt. The tip of his dagger dips beneath the fabric, threatening to tear it down the middle. My pulse increases, my breathing becomes shallow, but I don’t look back at him or acknowledge his idea.
"After all," he continues as his dagger falls away. He leans in, his breath tickling my ear as his voice drops to that seductive tone I know so well, "You know just how persuasive I can be. Right, Mistress?"
He takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks. His teeth scrape ever so slightly, not nibbling or biting, but hinting that he could do more. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. It’s when his mouth slips away from me, when he’s just about gone, that he nips at the end of my earlobe. I jump as though I’ve been shocked.
I want to look at him, glare at him angrily for the teasing me. But then I’d look into his eyes, those piercing emerald eyes, and he’d know, and I can’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing. So, I settle for narrowing my eyes at the wall.
"Hmm?…" comes his low voice again. His fingers trace the same path his dagger took a moment ago. Only this time, his fingers don’t stop. He drags them from my collarbone to my shoulder, down my arm, all the way to where my wrist is strapped into the leather cuff. He stops there, his fingertips at my wrist with featherlight touches while his breath and mouth skim along my neck, from ear to the base.
"Try all you like, but you’ll still never know," I say with a smirk, but still a little breathless.
He growls at me as he spins away. It’s only then that I look at him, his retreating back. For a moment, I think he’ll leave me here to stew, but then he stops retreating and whirls back around, his dagger twirling in his hand. His eyes roam over me, considering.
"Tell me," he demands.
I clench my jaw in response. I can’t tell him. He won’t like the answer, and neither will they.
"Very well.."
The next thing I know, I’m spinning, fast. I briefly wonder at how such a thing could happen with him feet away, but then I am distracted. A thud vibrates between my ankles, another is felt by my wrist. Another whoosh and thud, and there’s a dagger at my other wrist. I struggle to release my bonds, but the single chain link holds them tight to the target.
whoosh. Another dagger is thrown, this time a little closer to my head. It’s so close that my breath can be seen fogging up the metal.
The next dagger he lets fly is the one that breaks my silence. I cry out as it slices the skin of my neck, the same side that he was paying attention to mere seconds ago. I don’t think the cut is deep, but it stings. I start to wonder how far he is willing to go before I tell him. But then again….
I look to him as the target slows its momentum. He’s preparing to throw another dagger, toying with it while he stares me down. He’s just getting on the malicious side of playful. I can see it in his smirk, in his eyes.
I sigh. I have to tell him.
"Alright," I say softly. "Alright!" I say a little louder. "I’ll talk."
His smirk turns into a grin. With a snap of his fingers, the wheel stops, and I am right side up.
I look down at the ground, “I’m sorry, Loki, I don’t have it. It’s not there. I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find it anywhere!” I shook my head.
"What?" I heard him ask.
"I don’t have an update for you! I’ve been trying, but every time I look for one, it’s there and then it’s gone, faster than the flight of your daggers. It’s been months, I know, but I’ve come up empty handed. I know I’ll have it, but not soon. You know I’m not great with time tables. It’s there, just beyond my grasp, I just have to catch it."
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki, Darcy Lewis & Loki
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki
Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Mischief
Summary: Loki's drunk and Darcy's sober. That's what happens when you let a certain Trickster God steal all your shots. Playing Asgardian Taxi Service, she brings Loki home, to bed, only he's not going to bed alone ;).
