An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/8
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Ian Boothby, Jimmy Woo
Additional Tags: Cop Darcy, Druglord Loki?, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mob-Cop Dynamics, Romance, Soulmate Bond, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 1 of daisies in her hair, stars in his eyes
Summary:
"Laufeyson's a master manipulator Darcy, be careful how you tread."
Darcy Lewis is an overworked cop who's given the case of Loki Laufeyson, a suspected drug lord. With a (probable) promise of a vacation, she accepts albeit hesitatingly. Too bad that fate is a bitch and her case is her soulmate.
AU IMAGINE: Everything is the same with episode 3 of Loki...but it’s Darcy and Loki. But could you imagine:
• The bickering between Loki & Darcy while trying to catch a variant
• They sit down together & get to know each other’s past with some flirting on the train
•Loki serenading Darcy in Asgardian
• Loki ends up convincing Darcy to sing with him and they nail a 90s hit because Mobius definitely introduced 90s music to Loki
• Drunk Loki and Darcy smash in the bathroom as a bonus because of all their pent up sexual frustration for each other
• Mobius gets them back at the TVA and makes them have explain what went down when they teleported away to catch a variant and why they failed but they also explain that the TVA is bad
• More could be added to this plot as seen fit
Please I am begging a proper adult fic writer to explore this and write it!! Could be a short story or a full on multi chapter fic! Whatever you come up with is HIGHLY appreciated!! I have the ideas I just can’t execute them properly! ♥️😩
Loki/Darcy with Height difference themed #1 on Asgard. Maybe about Magic or the socio-political climate on Vanaheim or something? idk but I trust you!
aww, anon! i hope this lives up to your trust in me <3 i tried to get these two to have an in-depth conversation but they wouldn’t stop snarking at each other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Prompt: Height Difference Themed, #1, “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
Pairing: Loki x Darcy
Rating: G
Darcy was sure that of all the ways she could die, the dumbest by far would have to be by breaking her neck in an Asgardian library. She was teetering on an ornate gold stool stretching for that one leather-bound tome that was just out of the reach of her fingertips.
Was everyone on this Realm tall and hero-y? Was that why everything was kept out of the way of the vertically challenged?
She stretched forward again, this time on her tiptoes. If she could just catch the edge of the book…
“Do you require assistance, Lady Darcy?”
Now a lot of people on Asgard called her ‘Lady Darcy’ on account of her and Thor being bros.
No one quite said it like this, though – as if the guy with that clipped accent was indulging her with the title.
She turned to the source of the voice, then froze, one arm still suspended in the air towards the bookshelf.
A pair of bright green eyes, perpetually amused, stared back at her.
Tall, lanky frame.
Dark hair and a know-it-all smirk.
Darcy scrunched her face. “Ugh, it’s you!”
She hiked up her gown slightly and stepped down from the stool, ignoring his offered hand.
“Now, now,” Loki crooned, his eyes making a slow perusal of her body that she refused to squirm over. “Is that how you greet a god?”
“Sorry, man. Hallmark doesn’t make a ‘How’ve You Been Since the Last Time You Tried to Subjugate My Entire Planet’ card.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Scuba diving,” she answered, drily. “Obviously, I’m trying to read some books. Specifically, that one on that high shelf.”
Loki’s gaze followed her pointed finger.
“Well?” Darcy gestured to the books on the top shelves impatiently.
“Ask nicely,” Loki demanded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He tilted his head towards her as if to listen closer.
Darcy rolled her eyes and said flatly, “Please, Loki and your ridiculously long legs, please get that red book off the shelf for me. I would be ever so grateful.”
He shrugged, unaffected by her sarcasm and pulled the dusty tome from its place.
Before she could get it back, he turned slightly keeping it out of her reach, and read the front cover.
“Magic? Why do you need to know magic, pretty mortal?”
Darcy determinedly ignored the ‘pretty’ part of his question.
“Maybe I wanna take over a planet, too. It’ll be called Hello Kitty World and we’ll all have cake for breakfast, the non-use of your turn signal is punishable by death, and – ” this time she looked him up and down, “Everyone signs an agreement that green is the worst color of the rainbow.”
Loki scowled at her. “If that is supposed to be a slight upon my garments – “
“It was.”
“-Then I must disappoint you by telling you that it doesn’t affect me.”
“Sure, buddy.” Darcy pulled out some other books that looked relevant from the shelf in front of her. She had no idea what “Fjölkyngi” could be but the etching on the leather looked magical enough. “Anyways, I’m trying to learn magic because I saw this kid in the courtyard making cool birds and stuff out of thin air. Could win a few bar bets back on Earth with that one.”
Loki burst out laughing. “A child’s trick! You come to the greatest library in the Nine Realms for a child’s trick?”
Darcy frowned, waving her hand through the air where dust had been kicked up. Then she regarded Loki with interest. “If it’s so easy, why don’t you teach me?”
“Why should I impart my knowledge of magic craft upon a - a Midgardian girl?”
“Because I’m asking sweetly, and I look so damn fetching?” She raised one brow and gestured to the shimmering purple Asgardian gown that fit her like a glove in certain strategic places and flowed like water over others.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the God of Mischief had a little flush going on his pale cheeks.
Darcy smiled and cheerily continued. “Well, if you won’t teach me, I’ll just have to get someone better than you.”
He scoffed, tearing his eyes away.
“I’ll ask Fandral,” she finished, pulling the red book from his grip and adding to the little collection in her arms.
“Fandral?!” he repeated. “He could not teach a chicken to produce eggs and you want him to teach you magic?! You will not learn anything from Fandral other than how to knock another thick-headed warrior off a stinking horse.”
“But if you won’t teach me, maybe he will.” Darcy feigned casualness and straightened the front of her dress. “And he did ask me to dance with him several times at the feast last night, so I know he already likes me.”
“Fine. I will teach you – ”
“Yes!” She beamed, feeling pretty proud of herself.
“But put back these books – ” He took two thin ones from her arms and slid them back on the shelves. “And just keep these ones. The rest is cleverness and artistry, which I suppose I will now have to teach you.”
“Cool. So do you guys do late fees, or whatever? ‘Cause the only things I have on me are an old Starkphone and a stick of gum.”
Loki waved (literally waved, with a sweeping gesture of his hand) away her concerns. “All of these are technically mine, Lady Darcy Lewis.”
Darcy let out a low whistle. “Niiice.”
Darcy walked beside him as they made their way out of the library. After a bit, he reached over and took the books from her arms and held them for her.
She pressed her lips together to stop her little gleeful smile from emerging.
The way he was side-eyeing her let her know that he saw it anyways.
Huffing out a breath, Loki slowed his stride to match hers and offered her his arm. She took it, resting her hand on the soft leather of his fancy coat, and stepped just a little bit closer him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/8
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Cop Darcy, Druglord Loki?, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mob-Cop Dynamics, Romance
Series: Part 1 of daisies in her hair
Summary:
"Laufeyson's a master manipulator Darcy, be careful how you tread."
Darcy Lewis is an overworked cop who's given the case of Loki Laufeyson, a suspected drug lord. With a (probable) promise of a vacation, she accepts albeit hesitatingly. Too bad that fate is a bitch and her case is her soulmate.
Okay, so Wilhelmina_Murray wrote a beautiful Tasertricks fic series called Somewhere in Time (post-Wandavision and Loki series) that every Tasertrickster must read.
This is my appreciation of her work, time and effort. She wrote such a beautiful story! Please read!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Hi, do you remember the fic that has Thor, Loki, Jane and Darcy in New Mexico(pre-Avengers I think) and they have to solve a string of murders? And the murderer was a "alien" who's lover had been raped by Fandral(and she later killed herself)? Or perhaps your followers do?
Sounds like "A Morbid Taste for Ice" by Sitehound. on Ao3 and FFN
