Darcy's Dark Side

Loki was the God of Mischief, Prince of Jotunheim, King of Asgard, born of the seed of Laufey, adopted son of Odin, master magician, The Silver Tongued God, and a great many other titles that didn't do him justice. Yet here he was laying behind a dumpster in the middle of a desert...somewhere.

It wasn't as if he had planned to land here. No, he hadn't planned to get anywhere near this damnable place.

He hadn't made much of a plan at all, which was particularly out of character on his part. He liked planning. He liked the subtler manipulations of the lives of those around him. It was ever so like like pieces upon a chess board. Move them about till you win it all. Loki could manipulate like...well...a God. It was a divine gift. He could look at someone and see the bigger picture and the way their particular picture interacted with others and what it would take to move it about. Or...something.

Poor analogy. He blamed the smack to the head.

With a groan he sat up and dusted off his dark green and black leathers. His fingers paused mid-swipe feeling several particuarly large rips.

“Well, naturally,” he grumbled pulling off his jacket to survey the damage. It was tattered with several large rips running along the back where he had landed. It wasn't entirely surprising. After all he had just fallen down the branches of Yggdrasil to land...here. Where in the nine realms was her?

One sniff told him he was on Midgard. He barely resisted the urge to sneer. How could anyone stand to live on this cesspool? It smelled of crude oils, bad meat, and dander. It was, in a word, disgusting.

He found his feet walking though he knew not the destination. The road he traveled on was caked in dusty with a rather absurd amount of debris, though it looked oddly familiar. Had he been here before? It was possible he had been a great many places during his rather lengthy lifespan.

Wait, this was more familiar than that. It was recent. Ahhh yes. New Mexico. That happy little town where his brother had found a little nobility and earned their fathers love.

Correction, re-earned.

Loki sneered and slowed his steps. Damn. What was he going to do now? He had the magic to take himself nearly anyplace that he could think of. But where to go? He couldn't go back home. Not with his little game of well-meant treason now common knowledge. With Laufey dead he could attempt to take over Jotunheim. No, that seemed...unwise. Those frost bitten barbarians were not only beneath him their world was likely an icy wasteland thanks to the bifrost. No that would not do either. He could visit one of the demi-planes. Hel, perhaps. His daughter might give him asylum and few would dare cross that particular woman.

Loki included.

Perhaps if things became more dire he would call upon his female offspring. Until then he would stay....here.

His lip curled up in disgust. Midgard. Was there ever a realm full of a more pathetic excuse of a lifeform? Short lived humans with strange ideas about divinity and their afterlife. Pitiable.

Speaking of pitiable the state of his clothing was most deplorable. He had to find other garments. But where?

Then an idea came upon him. He had made a pseudo-promise to his dear brother to visit that dark haired ninny that got Thor into such a twist. Wonderful thought. Next time Thor came here he would find a grave when he was looking for a girl. Yes, that sounded like a truly excellent idea.

It was a quick walk to that lamentable excuse for a research facility that girl...what was her name? Jane something...didn't matter. One mortal was rather like another and there could only be so many brunette women in science. Mortal females were even more piteous than their male counterparts.

The main complex was dark but a light was on in the uppermost part of the building.

With a wave of his hand he settled on the sill of the window and glanced about the room. It was undoubtedly a woman's room. There were the modern undergarments of a woman draped over a great many surfaces. Clothing, mostly dark, was splattered haphazardly over everything else. Well that at least he could approve of the shades of dress this scientist clad herself in. He had such little use for women who clad themselves in garish colors for the sake of attention.

A sound was coming from the adjoining room. Running water. The lady was bathing...well now. How wonderful that was. Loki had a penchant for water clad females. The way the droplets clung and dripped, it was quite fascinating.

With a thought he became invisible and followed the sound of water.

There she stood. A long soft body dressed in naught but water. Her hair was dark as had been described and clinging to her pale skin with its heavy wetness. Her eyes were closed as she scrubbed a strangely crafted sponge over her body leaving trails of suds. She was a rather well formed creature. Not very tall, which Loki liked, but she had a heavy swell of breasts and a wide flare of hips. Very eye catching. It was no surprise that Thor had gained such an appreciation to her. Loki was enjoying the view and he barely tolerated humans.

She rinsed herself off and shut off the water. Loki stepped away. He was invisible, not intangible, and he was enjoying watching her. She jiggled in a most enticing way.

Loki decided to plant himself in her before he put her in the ground. She slid a towel marked with some strange fish-woman around her body and began cleaning her teeth with that same sponge character. Every movement of her arm made her breasts bounce. His mouth went a little dry.

How long had it been since he'd lain with a woman? He frowned trying to remember. It had been some time. The last conquest had ended with the birth of a snake and that had been mostly done for a gag. He was due a woman and he'd found one that piqued his interest.

One that he was stealing from his brother. Even better.

She leaned forward and glanced at herself in the mirror as if looking for some fault. Could one even SEE mortality? Well, one could see the slow ravaging of time. That must be what she was looking for. For the moment she looked well enough. With her partially bent he could see her rear pressed to the terry cloth. He approved.

Then she began to wiggle. His shaft jumped in his trousers.

“Take that Loki! You know you want it. God of mischief my ass.” She chuckled.

He raised a brow. She couldn't see him. He knew that...so why say his name? Well. Only one way to find out.

With another thought he appeared. “Really now?”

“Gah!” She cried and stepped back only to bump into the bathroom counter. “Who are you?”

He smirked and stepped closer till the tips of his shoes touched her feet. “Who am I? Fascinating...you say my name and offer me your backside...and then you ask who I am. Strange creatures you mortals be.”

“Huh?” She asked leaning back over the counter, her hair dangling till it nearly touched the sink.

He liked her like this. Bent back, eyes wide, breasts thrust into the air. The barest amount of cloth separated his hands from her body as he placed them on her hips.

“Hey buddy!” She snapped sitting up suddenly. “You haven't even bought me dinner yet.”

“Buddy?” He frowned. “I am not your buddy.”

“Then stop with the getting handsy...I don't know you!”

“You do know me. You said my name. You called it out just now and wiggled at me.”

“I did not...” her eyes went wide as realization sprang through her. “Oh god.”

“Indeed I am.”

“Loki...holy crap you're Loki!” She stood straight up. Her breasts pressed to his chest and his cock twitched again.

“Indeed I am. Now if you would just lean back again...”

“What? Why?” She stayed standing up.

“Fine..don't.” He grabbed a tight fistful of her hair and dipped them both back and kissed her.