Ao3 link. So, I posted a quick ficlet the other day called Anonymous Flirtation, and I had several requests for a continuation.
This is that continuation, but also a rewrite of the original. Loki is comfortably settled on Earth for the time being, and he is approached by a familiar young woman who does not know who he truly is.
He’s in a good mood, in truth. The night is warm, pleasant, and although his drink has no effect on his state of inebriation – or lack thereof – it tastes decent, sweet as it is. Better suited to his own palate than mead. He settles at the bar, playing with the umbrella of the brightly coloured cocktail.
Loki, in coming to Earth once more, had failed to think through a perfect plan. So for now, he is settled in London, in a decently sized apartment, simply enjoying himself. It will hardly be permanent, but for now? It is comfortable to be amongst Midgardians, despite how pitiful they are, as a whole.
But they are amusing. And they are not of Asgard.
"Hey! Hey!” Loki turns from his drink, and he regards the young woman in front of him with a gracefully arched eyebrow. He recognizes that pretty face, and the ripped jeans, the loose t-shirt. It is Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster’s assistant, and inwardly he has a moment of panic because she oughtn’t recognize him. He does not show this openly, of course; Loki son of Laufey knows far better than to be so ridiculously amateur. “You’re- you-” She reaches out and her hands are on his chest.
Her hands are very warm, even through the fabric, and he gently catches her wrists, pushing her hands away.
Mark Ruffalo is reblogging gifs of himself and commenting on his characters. My life is complete.
Color meme || Black Widow + vibrants (colorful, bright)
Requested by anonymous
Illustrated scene from one of my FAVORITE AVENGERS FICS by sevensneakyfoxes (Happy Birthday, love!), in which Darcy gets the ladies of SHIELD to play a game of MARRY, FUCK, KILL. Clint gets pouty about his standings, so Darcy throws him a bone.
Marvel Mixes: Jemma Simmons and Clint Barton
1. Tigerlily by La Roux 2. Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down 3. All Fall Down by OneRepublic 4. Demons by Imagine Dragons 5. Wonderwall by Oasis 6. Bloodstream by Stateless 7. Tonight, Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins 8. Hymn For The Missing by Red 9. Please Don’t Go by Barcelona 10. Happiness by The Fray
Title: a capella boy, meet a cappella girl
Category: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Ship: Taserwings (Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson)
Notes: For yavannies, who prompted, “How about ‘Darcy bests Sam at something unexpected.’” You can probably think of this as the prequel to “Snowfall kind of love.”
I’m still accepting Sam/Darcy prompts!
Steve’s offhand comment about a barbershop quartet stuck with Natasha. Now that everyone was back in the tower, they needed some sort of non-lethal team-building activity. Most sports were just out – the less said about the dodgeball incident, the better.
Singing, though…that was a real possibility. She’d noticed that everyone who lived in the tower was fairly musical. The scientists had a tendency to hum (in tune!) in the lab. Steve sang to himself while he cooked and Sam would provide an accompanying beat. Clint just thought life was a musical, period.
Ultimately, Tony was deemed to be unworthy, no matter how hard he tried to sweet-talk Mjolnir into letting him pick it up.
Just a silly comic based off of a scene in sevensneakyfoxes' ridiculously entertaining fic, sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction), in which all of the Avenger’s weapons seem to like Darcy best. Go read it immediately.
Jane’s face just kills me in a good way here lol
That Was Awkward
Is This Real Life?
Darcy was not an Avenger.
She knew this. Everyone in the tower knew this. Everyone who had ever met her, knew this. Yet, somehow she had managed to land herself a room in the Avengers tower. If that wasn’t luck Darcy didn’t know what was. Somehow, this unpaid intern with half a poli-sci degree, had managed to move into possibly the safest, most expensive building in the world, was now making a decent wage and living with superhero’s.
Was this real life?
How had this even happened?
Tumblr Writing Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP is sick. Person B has to spend hours cajoling them into lying down. For OT3, imagine Person C gets fed up with this and grabs Person A to physically throw them into bed.
It’s not that Darcy was hiding…
Okay, maybe she was but she had a perfectly good reason for it. She was sick… again. Sometimes being the only non-super-serum’d person in a relationship with two super-soldiers seriously sucked. Sure she had big strong guys to open jars for her and tall people to reach the dishes on the top shelf but they also came with mother-hen tendencies and overbearing and overprotective streaks. So she may have (at the current point in time and for the past week) been actively avoiding her boys.
this fic gives me life…
do darcy and clint have a proper ship name?
Because we’ll need them too.