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                                                                                In Too Deep

The God of Mischief needed her to exist or risk fading into oblivion, the scientist's assistant needed him to solve a mystery or risk being labeled a liar. Star-crossed in a battle for souls, together they would fall head over heels…into trouble.

Rating: M

Crack Pairing: Darcy!Loki

Categories: Romance/Smut meets Horror/Suspense


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A/N: Welp. This was a super long time in coming. :s I've been really looking forward to publishing this next installment and I'm just glad I'm done w/this chapter cause I'm gonna be doing a lot of travelling around this month.

Summary: Loki's attempts at seduction backfires when it's him who really wants to be swept off his feet.

Enjoy :)


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                                                                                Dance with Me
                                                                                    Chapter I
                                                                  "Do you want to dance with me?
                                                                 Through one of those lonely nights
                                                                  It's more than a dream, maybe-"
                                                                                  ~Alphaville



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Loki cringed.

Darcy Lewis's subconscious was bursting with colored lights, pounding rhythms, and droll-like chatter.

Blinking back temporary blindness the God recognized the constant throbbing as a beat, one he'd heard before, from Darcy's small musical device.

It was a song, a ridiculous mortal love ballad, one sung by a man crooning in an equally ridiculous fashion. Loki would have found the whole situation laughable if it wasn't for the unwelcome assault on his senses. A swarm of sweaty men and women were knocking into him, scandalously thrashing their arms and hips about as though their bodies had had the misfortune of tangling together.

I must be in some sort of dingy mortal watering hole, the God concluded.

Loki frowned.

Even if it was still just a dream, he never could stand large crowds.

Annoyed by the constant contact, the God folded his arms and left, his eyes still adjusting to the strange light fixtures that flashed on and off.

Now, in a dark corner away from base noises, he planned his next move.

It'd be in my best interest to blend in if I'm to be inconspicuous, he thought.

Keenly scanning the out of sync dancers, Loki found that most appeared to be rather young; some had dyed hair and piercings, while others wore lewd colorful outfits.

He, of course, stood out like a sore thumb.

The human male wears rather bland clothing for such a social occasion, the God summarized surveying men decked in heavy hooded layers and thin cotton shirts- some even wore pants with holes in them! Were these mortal youth so impoverished? Clearly they would have benefited from his rule.

Perhaps if I only mimic what they wore, he reasoned, then I can create a more sensible garment.

And, with a quick utterance of words the God did just that, adorning himself in a pair of dark slacks and a hooded jacket woven together in green and gold thread.

Looking the garb over Loki admired his craftsmanship. It wasn't too attention-grabbing, just tailored enough to fit a higher standard of taste, and it was certainly a much more splendid thing to behold than what those human men seemed to scrape by in. He only hoped it was enough to fool his little friend's Midgardian sensibilities.

If anything he needed to find her before she found him.

But, as he strode back into the crowd, he soon came to regret his decision when more mortals promptly pushed and shoved up against him, breathlessly mouthing the words to yet another horrid anthem. And, while the God debated returning back into the obscurity of darkness, the wall of bodies opened up and he saw her.

The flickering neon lights were playing off her swirling silhouette, revealing the shadows of an ample figure held within the confines of a crimson backless dress, one that was… rather distracting from her usual layered articles of clothing; the v-neckline displaying a lovely expanse of—as his gaze moved lower Loki cursed.

You don't have time to ogle her, he quickly reminded himself.

At any moment she could bump into him, he knew he had to get out, but he couldn't move, couldn't help but gape and stare.

Gone was the defeated little wisp of a thing she'd been. Tonight, in her place danced this confident and colorful creature, her infectious grin and oh-so intimate laughter gleaning her attention from several male onlookers who must have found her over boisterous behaviour attractive.

Loki's lip curled as he instantly he dismissed such thinking.

What did it matter to him how other men might perceive her?

Her reckless movements having subsided, Darcy Lewis tilted her head, and Loki could see from her wide, bright eyes and dimpled cheeks that she was smiling and that she looked-

She looked genuinely happy.

A kind of contentment he'd only ever seen off her in hazy glimpses; in shy glances made towards that S.H.I.E.L.D agent and startled laughter at an erotic manuscript, in the way she'd danced aimlessly round a musical box and wandered the Sorcerer's barren lands, in the state of undress she'd been in… dancing and smiling only for him.

Loki clenched at his fists.

It'd been a figment of imagination, a fantasy, an illusion.

And was he not a master of illusions?

But the image of his body draped over hers entwined was still seared onto his mind furthering his unease.

Loki decided then and there that this Darcy Lewis was too inviting; her lips too full, the gap between her teeth too big, her eyes too cartoonish for her face as they stared directly at him.

Alarmed, Loki drew back, cursing all nine realms.

She'd been staring directly at him.

While he'd been waxing poetic over the mortal's frilly appearance he'd forgotten he wasn't a ghoul anymore. Of course she could see him and not through him, and now, now all his dawdling was going to cost him.

Under a halo of disheveled hair Darcy Lewis's blue eyes narrowed, her gaze unwavering while she studied him with a keen intelligence; with curiosity and with-

Recognition.

Loki's muscles tensed when she approached, chin raised he readied himself to don his battle regalia.

"Nice swag-," she said examining his attire's intricate patterns, "don't I know you?"

The simple question threw the God off guard.

"Yes and no," he unwittingly answered.

"So, we've met before then, right?"

With a crooked smile she wagged her finger at his chest.

"OH… oh."

Darcy dramatically smacked her lips and Loki's jaw went slack.

"We have classes together, don't we?"

Though nothing in his expression confirmed it the woman continued on anyway.

"Knew it!" Darcy said under her breath.

"See, I have this really bad habit of remembering faces but not names. Embarrassing, I know. But then, it's only been like the first two weeks of the semester and I only ever get to see you guys in class-what? Once every-"

With a sly smile Darcy looked up at the God, "Tuesday in Economics?"

Unsure of how to respond Loki stood in silence. He had always felt a little out of place in situations like these, trying to outwit Thor left no time for pointless socialization.

The mortal frowned when no rapt reply came forth, "okay, Friday's Theory of Law, then?"

"A Mystery Major, eh?" she whistled, "Well, we'll just see about that!"

The human was rambling now, cycling through her speech with mortal idioms as though he understood her, prodding him with intrusive questions as though he were actually in on her little guessing game.

Just what do you play at, my dear? He wondered.

With a watchful eye Loki studied Foster's youthful assistant for any sign of deceit, any twinge of insincerity that would reveal trickery.

But there was none, and he'd been around the woman long enough to know all her hidden looks and gestures. Her face held none of its usual sarcasm. Instead her eyes appeared to be laughing as though she were flirting with him.

It was a scenario he hadn't anticipated, running away in fear of him yes, but not this, and considering the woman's heated words earlier atop her bed, the way her soul's aura had flared up like a flame…

Was it all just an act?

Or is it possible, he feverishly wondered, that her forgetfulness is no trick, that the spell I cast upon her hasn't faded, but instead weaving its magic further still, deeper into her subconscious.

Masking his unease Loki forced a smile down at the girl.

Certainly then, he thought, I should keep the illusion going.

And pull the wool over your eyes.

"Where are your spectacles?" He asked in an attempt to throw her off his scent.

Darcy gave him a funny glance.

Spectacles she wordlessly mouthed laughing, "Wouldn't you know it there's this nifty 'new' invention called eye contacts."

Ignoring her sarcasm Loki gave a swift nod, "Well, they certainly suit you, Miss Lewis."

"Err, thanks… I guess?" Darcy said until the sound of her name upon his lips finally registered.

"Wait, so you can remember my name but I don't even have the common decency to remember yours?"

Hand atop her head Darcy gave an exaggerated sigh, "How humiliating!"

Her exasperation, however, was short lived. "Well, I'm not giving up on you just yet mystery man, I mean my memory can't be that faulty-

With a wave of her hand Darcy grabbed Loki's wrist to lightly run her fingertip up and down the course of his palm.

"I get this feeling the first letter in your name starts with a… R?"

Loki stiffened at the unsolicited touch, at the way her keen eyes unblinkingly scrutinized him, his body tingling for every letter she traced into his skin.

A smile escaped Darcy's lips, "No?" she laughed, "Okay, how bout, ahhh- H?"

Loki returned her coy glances with an uneasy chuckle.

The cogs in his little dreamer's mind still continued to turn, how easily he seemed to captivate her, just like the Sorcerer he had become a new puzzle for her to solve. And, dare he say it, a part of him actually enjoyed being at the center of her unbridled curiosity, at her unrestrained need to know him. It was a dangerous game. One he would have to win.

Halting her ministrations along his palm a thoughtful expression marred Darcy's brow.

"L," she whispered, "It started with an L."

Loki's breath hitched.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

Happy to have finally caught the God off guard Darcy gave Loki a wink.

"Oooh, I am so on to you Loo-" massaging her temple Darcy closed her eyes, "Lo-Louis? No, that's not right, is it? Lukas?"

"Luke Skywalker?" She joked.

Sky Walker? Now there was a name he hadn't been called since his youth and by her ancestors after leaving them speechless with a pair of flying shoes; a parlour trick at best.

Loki sighed.

Darcy Lewis had become quite the formidable interrogator.

Too bad, he smirked. I'm a master at being one step ahead.

"Come on, help me out here, throw me a bone or something, anything it's driving me crazy!" Darcy spat knitting her fists into the seams of her dress.

Grasping her fist, Loki pressed an earnest kiss to her knuckles.

"I am whoever you wish me to be, my dear Mr. Darcy," he hummed tickling her flesh.

Darcy immediately bristled at the 'romantic' gesture, at the title he bestowed upon her, the very same she donned in the attic, cheeks aflame she coughed back her surprise, only to move even closer towards him.

"How did you kn-? I mean- I think I'd of remembered someone like you in class," She said clearly still flustered.

Loki bit his lip at the amusing spectacle she made. Even in dreams the little chatterbox couldn't help but be so… pre-disposed to impulse. It was something he had picked up upon a while ago watching her risk her employer's ire just to be among the Sorcerer's belongings.

Somewhere, deep within her, Darcy Lewis craved intrigue, excitement, adventure.

A ghost of a smile graced Loki's lips, and what better way to the woman's heart than to pander to such a need?

This, this was his golden opportunity to start fresh with the girl. If he simply masqueraded as what she desired, gained her trust, surely then she would take what he had to offer, surely then she wouldn't be able to paint him the villain-

Loki grimaced.

Slapping her thigh, Darcy stomped her foot, startling Loki out of his thoughts.

"Posh, well-dressed older man, smarmy British accent, possible knowledge of Jane Austin-," Darcy clapped her hands over her mouth with a groan, "with my luck you're probably the tutorial leader for my Lit class."

Confused by her assessment Loki could only assume the woman spoke in jest when she dramatically swooned.

"I'll come to tutorial more often, I sweeear," Darcy said hand hovering over her chest, "-cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

Fascinated, Loki raised his brow at the childish pledge, at its striking similarity to her previous vow of friendship.

A vow made out unconsciously to him.

The God restrained a smirk, "I'll be sure to hold you to your word, little one."

Unperturbed by his intended meaning Darcy nodded her head entwining her little finger in his she lifted his arm up to dance around him, twirling her body into the crook of his embrace.

"Pinky swear." she said softly into his chest.

A tremor passed through Loki at her close proximity, so close he could make out the hue of red on her lips and the dimple in her cheeks.

The God took a step back and Darcy frowned, "Don't tell me you don't like dancing?"

Loki shook his head. No, no he didn't.

"Perhaps," he said and Darcy's face fell, "-or perhaps I've only been waiting for the right person to ask."

Offering his hand out to her Loki mimicked her bow from the attic.

"Care to dance?"

Silence hung in the air between them until Darcy, biting her lower lip, burst out laughing.

He was always so awkward when it came to affairs such as this. He assumed mortal courtship would be no different. Give him a book and a secluded space any day.

"You-you are such a dork," she said through her snickers, but with the way the mortal's eyes darted shyly to the ground, it was a weak retort from her usual sarcastic remarks and, a moment later, Loki felt her small hand tightly squeeze his, pulling him back into the lively throng of mortals. Remarkably enough, he wasn't as nearly repelled by the other humans as he should have been, but then Loki couldn't help but find himself distracted with the way the silky material of Darcy's dress swayed with every step she took, bunching together and slipping across all her more interesting body parts.

Finally finding a spot in the middle of the dance floor Darcy quickly turned to lock eyes with him, the multicolored lights illuminating her face as she smiled and pulled him closer.

If you only knew how strange your compliance is, he thought, for you to want me so near to you as I am now.

"Ground control to Agent Tom!" Darcy huffed clearly annoyed at how still they stood amongst the swarm of human activity, "Hey, I thought you wanted to dance? So far you've been giving me the thousand yard stare."

"Don't be such a worrywart-," the woman said chalking up his continued silence for nerves, "no one here cares about what you look like while dancing, most of them are too busy trying to hook up."

Maneuvering her hand atop his shoulder Darcy wrapped his arm around her waist, the sudden contact catching him by surprise and it annoyed him, how deftly she affected him. He'd felt her touch before in her dreams, and wasn't this still after all just a dream?

"You'll do fine-,"

Loki pursued his lips as Darcy's mouth barely missed the tip of his ear.

"-just take my lead."

Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

The slight creature was spinning him away only to yank him back again, pulling him around in circles like some marionette, all to the tune of a song that could only be described as nauseating.

He'd never been one for fancy footwork but if he continued on this awkward path of back and forth she'd eventually cause him to lose his footing. Her steps seemed simple of enough to learn and catching her against his chest, Loki pulled her waist back against him in a similar fashion to what the other dancers were doing.

Darcy laughed as he fumbled along, "Not a big fan of the lineup for Campus '80's nights' I take it?"

You spin me right round, baby right round-

"Yes. No. Perhaps not this particular song," Loki muttered a bit out of breath.

Her lively music didn't seem to have any sign of reprieve.

"How old are you anyways?" Darcy asked hoping to catch him off his guard.

Loki smirked at the ploy. Now feeling a bit more in control of his situation, he pulled her close to rest his chin atop her hair, causing her to shiver.

"Practically ancient."

Technically, it wasn't a lie.

Face flushed Darcy playfully punched at his chest, "Come on! Aren't you at least going to tell me who you are now?"

With one hand on her hip Loki tossed her to the side, allowing her to fall for the barest of seconds before catching her and bringing her back, his hand settling against the back of her head.

"But this is much more fun," he said against her eliciting another blush from the girl and for a moment they stayed like that, with his hand cradling her head and his leg resting between the bare flesh of her thigh. He had her so completely encircled in his embrace she might as well have melted into him, and at that realization, the God abruptly pulled back, unsettled by the desire he saw flash in her eyes and also by what he felt.

Wanted… and already wanting to return back to the comfort of her touch and lose himself there in her.

Darcy coughed back a nervous laugh, her speech rushed, "If it's all right with you, I think I'm going to maybe sit this next song out."

What a relief.

"Um," she fidgeted, her voice hoarse, her cheeks pink, "-care to join me?"

"As you wish."

Resigning themselves to the out skirts of her dream Loki sat in a low lit booth across from Darcy. Grateful he no longer had to converse over her dreadful music the God allowed himself to relax from the dizzying sensation of being swept around; bombarded by her nearness.

"So, how exactly are we supposed to hold a conversation?"

Loki raised his brow at the question.

"I mean… I don't know who you are or where you came from or where you're going!"

"If it's any condolence to you my dear sometimes neither do I," Loki sourly replied.

Darcy's mouth shifted into a perfect 'o' as she nodded her head, "Then I guess you and I are in the same boat Mystery Major."

I don't think that's even remotely possible, little one, the God thought with a mirthless smile.

"Sometimes it feels like I have no idea where I'm going in life either, like I'm moving way too fast with school and work and, if I let it, life will just pass me by. To top it all off, my parentals are under the impression that I'm not even serious about what I'm taking here, that I'm just dancing through life without a care, and hey, maybe their right," she shrugged.

"They misunderstand you?" he asked in an attempt at sincerity. At this point, any piece of information her unconscious mind revealed was valuable, especially if she were to be his path to freedom. If he would need to know her hearts inner most fears and yearnings-

"To a certain degree…like a law degree," Darcy muttered blowing a strand of hair out of her face, "but then, hey? What family doesn't have its fair share of problems, amirite?"

Looking away Loki shifted his shoulders, "Yes, indeed."

'Family troubles' wasn't exactly a topic he wanted her subconscious confiding in him, considering how he was dead to his own, and they in return, would soon be dead because of him.

Thor. Odin. Frigga.

All because of him.

Like a rush of ice cold water revulsion and dread found its way back to Loki, a cold reminder of what lay ahead. His fate.

Darcy gave the God's glassy expression a worried glance, "Are you alright?"

"Pray tell, Miss Lewis," Loki asked through clenched teeth and feigned curiosity, "and just how have you come to deal with it all, all your, ah uncertainties?"

Humour me, little one.

Biting her lower lip Darcy paused to give his question some thought, "I think I've just come to accept it, that feeling of not knowing where I am going. There'll always be uncertainty in life, you just have to train yourself to roll with the punches and take your chances-" Darcy's face twisted into a shy grin, "kind of like how I took a chance on you, Mystery Major. Guess I'm a 'Carpe Diem' kinda girl in that regard."

Darcy stopped chatting to look up at him but Loki gave her no acknowledgement, opting instead to tightly wring his hands.

"You know…live for the moment? Seize the day? Latin?" Darcy frowned, "and here I still had you pegged as a Literature major."

Concern tightened around the corner of Darcy's eyes when he still didn't respond, and as she made to reach out to him a loud ringing stopped her.

"Weird." She muttered, "I don't remember bringing my cellphone."

Picking up a smooth metallic communication device from her seat the woman flipped through it and scowled.

"What? Why the hell would I text myself? That makes zero sense!"

The odd ringing noise shook Loki out of his daze, a reminder that he needed to focus, needed to keep his head about him and not be so foolish in her presence, else she'd know he didn't belong here.

Diligently scanning the contents of the device's screen Darcy took a sharp intake of breath and turned paled. Blurting out incoherent words she flinched as if burned by the object's subject matter.

"Y-YOU and this and…I-I-" She said shooting up from her seat her voice shaken, her expression blank, "need to go."

Grabbing her hand in earnest Loki stood up alongside her.

"So soon?"

Suppressing emotion was not this woman's forte so whatever it was that had her so flustered he intended to find out.

"Sorry." She mumbled refusing to look him in the eye. "I just really need to be-" Darcy struggled to find the right words, "somewhere less crowded and away from all the noise, somewhere more private, so that I can… think?" Her face was red as if embarrassed by her own excuse.

Hand in a vice grip with hers Loki followed close behind Darcy refusing to let go as she swiftly pushed her way through the crowd once more.

They were entering a narrow hallway, the music and color around them growing duller and glimmering out of view, shifting into somewhere else, somewhere new.

Puzzled by the changes Loki narrowed his eyes, curious as to where her subconscious mind had now taken them.

"My room?" Darcy moaned, "Why my room?"

So she had led him to her bedchamber, had she?

It must have been about the size of a prison cell; green walls tacked in kitsch collage and a floor littered with backpacks and stacks of paper. At its center laid a bed covered in pillows and cushions.

Out of the corner of his eye Loki watched as she wildly darted about as if in search of something, muttering "come on, where is it?" each time she came up empty-handed.

What new game do you play at now, mortal? He wondered curious as to the "it" she kept referring to.

Coming up behind the coy girl Loki casually stretched his arms and loomed over her shoulder.

"Any particular reason you've brought me here Miss Lewis?" He finally asked.

Darcy's eyes widened at the sound of his voice her breathing short and coarse.

"I did it because… I wanted, no needed-"

Darcy stared past Loki, her eyes drawn towards her bedpost, and with a sudden intake of breathe she shoved the God directly onto her bed.

What bold creatures mortal women were!

Was this what she meant earlier by wanting to go somewhere more… private?

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The mousy assistant had proven before to be quite the wanton creature in her dreams, and he certainly wasn't about to fight her more provocative attentions. In fact, he wanted her to want him, needed her to come willingly, and if it meant being partial to her desires then who was he to deny her such pleasures?

A thrill coursed through Loki at the thought of seducing her, at the thought of her giving freely what she had refused him before: her promise.

From his new seating arrangement Loki craned his neck to watch the once confident woman now bite her lip and fidget about as though entrapped between his legs.

Where had the forward little imp gone? He wondered. Where were all the flighty sighs, excitable speech, and brazen looks?

Grasping a tendril of her hair Loki smiled wistfully up at Darcy, "No need for modesty, my dear-," he purred his smile now a hungry grin, "this is after all your fantasy."

Darcy's mouth dropped.

"I need to think."

Scrambling away from his side Loki heard Darcy's dress flopped to the floor as she fumbled through one of her many bags, once again mumbling incoherently under her breath.

Perplexed, the God strained to hear what she said, but all he could make out was, "-tie him down with?" and, "-it's not like I have any rope."

Rope?

Loki cocked a brow at that peculiar statement, his curiosity now at its peak.

If anything her muffled speech brought to his mind a very specific illustration, one from that manual on mortal lovemaking she'd lapped up in the sorcerer's library, one where a voluptuous woman tied her lover up to a bedstead and-

Loki clutched at the sides of his pants, a white hot heat filtering its way through him at the image of Darcy Lewis re-enacting such a scene. For him.

A mischievous glint formed in Loki's green irises, and with a languid flick of his wrist, he murmured something towards her.

Darcy crowed in disbelief.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

No longer blundering about Darcy looked up at Loki in complete shock, in her hands the very same thin pieces of rope the illustration of the male lover had been tied down with.

Loki continued to press her, his voice dripping in smug satisfaction. "And what, pray tell, are you planning on doing with that, Darcy?"

"T-things…," she stuttered out avoiding the intensity of his hungry gaze, her cheeks the beet red colour of her lips as he wet his own in anticipation, the tension between them palpable.

Loki's eyes grew half-lidded. "What kind of…things?"

There was a tightening in Darcy's jaw and Loki could have sworn her nostrils had flared in anger when she strode towards him, her velvety red dress bunching together with each determined stride. Something seemed amiss, but as soon as Darcy closed the distance between them, it became a tingling warning left to the back of his head, and Loki shrugged it off.

Her breathe was soft and shallow against his chin, her blue eyes mesmerizing as she pulled his head close, her lips softly gliding over his, sending delicious shockwaves throughout his body.

There was an urgency in the way she kissed him, her fingers digging deeply into his hair, her mouth warm and willing but restrained.

He wanted more, though he could scarcely fathom what that even meant or what it might entail.

No longer bent on playing a role Loki strained his neck to meet her and kissed her back.

Besides, it was after all just a dream.


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A/N:

Ah, yes a good ol villain/heroine romp of 'whose seducing who here?' and, as promised, danc'n bad romac'n and a few call backs to that naughty book ;p

Next up Darcy's P.O.V Things are sure about to get real interesting.

Theme-i-ness: Today's chapter was brought to you by cheesy 80's love ballads and my weird obsession with everything Alphaville. No, srsly I love them and everything about them. Also, watching the musicvideo for 'Shut Up and Dance' by walkthemoon was super helpful when writing this scene considering the 80's memorabilia. It's an interaction between the two I can def'n see happening.

Stay tuned and don't forget to feed my insanity and tell me your thoughts! ;)
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OMIGOD THAT PLOT TWIST THO