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In Too Deep -Chapter7-

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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: A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, and faved me thus far! It certainly is nice to know people are liking the direction I am taking things ;) And a big thanks to my beta Soprano Shadow who has been w/me since the beginning and new comer beta redlipstick-fishnets who loves her some tasertricks and also helped me w/this chapter!

As I've mentioned before in the previous chapter Loki is no fluffy kitten. It's going to take him time to find his moral compass again much less view Darcy as an individual rather than a tool that helps him get from point A to point B. I have, however, been building up a lot of parallels between these two that in time they will begin to eventually see in each other. Let's just say there are going to be a lot of life changing moments along the way and both Darcy and Loki are going to have to learn to work together to fight a big bad, an inner demon so to speak. ;)

Guest starring one of my favorite Marvel comicbook characters and a bunch of other notable mentions as I love, love comicbook canon. Also cheesy horror references abound.


Read from the beginning here:The Promise


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                                                                      The Covenant
                                                                     Book Chapter II

                                                                "Every move you make
                                                                  Every vow you break
                                                                  Every smile you fake
                                                                 Every claim you stake
                                                                  I'll be watching you."

                                                                       ~ The Police

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Darcy awoke to the sound of someone screaming.

It wasn't until a few seconds later, when she realized the shrill scream as her own, that she stopped. Blinking back the dull ache of sleep it finally registered to Darcy Lewis as to where she was - Sanctum Manor. Sprawled across her bedroom floor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she yawned, stretching as she did so within the pile of blankets she found herself cocooned in.

That must have been some dream if it had, had her screaming like that.

Sure, she had gone to bed with a horrible headache last night, but that didn't mean her whole body should ache, especially her wrists. What looked like a lingering rope burn was imprinted on her skin, wrapping around her writers, and it actually stung.

What the hell did I dream about?

Every time she tried to remember, it felt like recalling a night out with a hangover, and eventually Darcy gave up. She would assume for now that, whatever it had been about, it must have delved into the realm of bondage…

"Kinky." The intern shrugged groggily.

Preparing to stumble towards her dresser Darcy groaned as she looked towards the ground.

Glass, glass shattered and scattered everywhere. Oh, yeah…

Wonderful, she sighed, I now have several years of bad luck to add to the list of weird that has become my life. Spooky old house, crazy crows, and that weird sexual fantasy about-

Darcy shivered, it was hard not to, because the whole experience with the despicable God had felt so real. Well, except for her lack of fear of him. But the way he had held her… so wickedly close and frantic, like he had actually cherished her. Not to mention how his tongue had memorized practically every part of her.

Darcy's face went crimson as she shook her head.

It had been a momentary world of pleasure, one where she had actually been enthusiastic and accommodating and, of all things, willing. A lucid fantasy, where all rules and taboos had been literally thrown out the window. And that, that was going to haunt her for many nights to come.

Darcy's hand unconsciously lurched towards her throat at the memory and looking up at her alarm clock she froze.

Shit. She had forgotten to set her alarm last night. It was noon already which meant Jane was going to kill her. She needed to think of an excuse and search for something to change into.

Taking off clothes as quickly as possible Darcy was half way undressed when her nerves unexpectedly tingled. A cool sensation had enveloped the room. It was like this horrible draft. And considering the fact that Matthews had closed the window for her last night...it was strange. Goosebumps had risen up along the back of her neck like she was being watched.

But, obviously there was no one there.

Dancing around jagged shards of glass while shimming into a pair of jeans she still couldn't quite shake the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Nervously glancing around the room, Darcy searched for the eyes she felt watched her, until finally she caught the gaze of a china doll sitting in a chair.

Darcy sighed as she glared back at the doll. "What are you lookin' at, huh?"

Wait…hadn't she moved all the dolls heads around so they wouldn't look directly at her?

Darcy's skin crawled as nausea hit the pit of her stomach.

Come off it, Darcy, you don't believe in ghosts you just feel…alert that's all, she nervously reassured herself, that's what you get for being late.

Grabbing her USB drive with Jane's work off her desk and a couple of other items from her bag Darcy slipped into some flats and booked it out the room - only to smack into her own reflection.

A mirror, someone had placed a frickin' mirror outside her door. Hadn't she had enough bad luck with those?

Now a bundle of nerves Darcy tried to take a few calming breaths from the near collision. And with her breathing now under check, she noticed the sticky note attached to the looking glass.

"Matthews." She snapped under her breath snatching the note and reading the small print.

To our favorite intern may you get better use out of this mirror than the last one!

Your friends,

-The Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.


"Harr, harr." Darcy spat, a slight smirk sneaking its way across her face. Though she was annoyed with Jacob for spilling the beans to the others, it was still a nice gesture on their part. She could hear them now congregating at the bottom of the stairwell and Darcy felt a rush of relief at seeing them there.

Because, this place, was giving her the creeps.

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Loki watched Darcy scream herself into wakefulness, from the corner of the room, he considered her like a bird of prey, patiently waiting to pounce at any sign of awareness. The spell he had cast upon her still lingered on his lips. And there was nothing he needed more than for this spell to work. For everything rested on her complete and utter obliviousness to him.

Slouched on the floor, hair in disarray and ill-fitting garments ruffled, the woman began to mutter out rash absurdities, rubbing his spell's markings in -what he prayed was- bewilderment.

Were all mortal youths this defiant? Loki wondered bitterly.

As uncouth as the girl before him was he had hoped to drill some sense into her and complete their bond. It was why he was here in the first place. She was his means to an end, a pit stop on his way back to Asgard.

Having found a chair to recline in; the brooding Trickster glared up at the sleuth like movements the woman now made.

Anger, he felt anger, her anger, in fact, he was imbued with the trivial sentiment. And he only had her human aura to thank for her base human emotions now wedged deeply within his removed phantom self.

The woman's face suddenly went from pale to pink to flushed red, her breathing coming out in raspy gasps, and Loki viciously clenched the arms of his chair in hot anticipation. What had flickered in his mortal's eyes that would cause her such breathlessness?! Darcy clenched desperately at her throat the same way she had done in their shared dreamscape.

Did she... remember him?

But the moment was gone and Jane Foster's assistant had gone back to stripping off layers of thin lingerie. Leaving the God of Mischief feeling even more vexed.

For whatever reason the distracted girl had picked up her pace, immersed in thoughts he could not read, and Loki watched ensnared by the mortal's strange ritual of dress. His gaze following her hands as they grazed over pink flesh, flesh that held in her aura's glow, flesh that he had dreamt of worshiping, her nimble fingers now clasping into place a silky contraption that constricted her breasts. And though the mortal woman fueled his anger, there was a part of Loki that took pleasure in watching Darcy Lewis dress.

"What are you lookin' at, huh?" Darcy snapped at him. Her large blue eyes focused and locked in on his.

If the startled God still had breath within himself, it would have caught in his throat.

Her eyes were directed at the space his body should have been. But the woman stared straight through him, and after getting over his initial shock, Loki realized that Darcy's glares were directed at a child's toy, and thankfully, not intended for him.

What odd creatures these mortals be, thought the God, fearful of inanimate objects.

But then what if it wasn't just his presence she could sense. What if she had seen him?

Loki chided himself. It wasn't possible for mere mortals to see beyond the boundary of the living and the dead and yet…he knew he could not risk it. So, the phantom God followed in hot pursuit of Darcy Lewis, his footsteps in sync with hers as they exited the small room together.

As Loki entered the narrow hallway he sighed with relief.

The house, it seemed, no longer viewed him as a threat, which was odd considering he knew it was his presence here that had awakened its defense mechanisms. Even now, he could feel its mystical power source, seeping up through the walls like inauspicious vapors, taunting him with the secret of its location.

Mulling over his next steps Loki watched in amusement at the way the mortal muttered obscenities at a mirror, comically running down the stairs to greet her male companions.

"Just you wait." Loki drawled out as he observed their friendly gathering with open disdain.

There was nothing he would like more than to teach the meddling girl a lesson for her overly heroic act last night… starting with her little "friends."

"Is that really wise?" A sultry voice asked from within the mirror.

Loki did a double take.

In the mirror's reflection stood a young girl in a formal green dress, in her hair two large barrettes, and on her shoulders, two undead ravens sat. She looked like a doll. Alabaster skin and long black hair, her thin lips puckered into a frown as she glared daggers at him.

"W-Who?"

The child smirked upsetting the rotting ravens that sat upon her shoulders as she curtsied.

"I am Leah handmaiden and aide to the Goddess Hela and-," her hint of a smile quickly thinned into a grimace, "I have been summoned from my slumber to keep an eye on you."

"So the great and powerful Goddess of Hel sends a child to watch over me?" Even when he said it aloud, it sounded ludicrous to his ears.

"Appearances can be deceiving," was the girl's sly retort as she strained her neck to size him up and down, "My mistress always seems to be under the assumption that you have redeemable qualities-," Leah sighed, "Personally I think you're an idiot no matter what form you take."

"Insufferable little chit!" Loki snarled annoyed at the familiar tone she took with him, "I will not be talked down to by a lowly little servant girl." And with that said the furious God shook the mirror's frame in anger.

"Ah, ah, ah wouldn't want the mortals to notice, now would we?" Leah scolded him.

Loki did his best to mask his fury, now interested in only seeking information from the little brat.

"And what does your mistress have to say about all of-," He motioned towards himself and the manor, "this?"

Loki shook his head in exasperation at the memory of Hela. The last time they had met she had told him to survive. But he didn't just want to survive.

He wanted to live.

"Well, she can't really comment right now since she's away on business, sorting out the mess you've made, but she did say for me to tell you to stay out of trouble." The girl suddenly paused as if to examine her nails, "But then you never really were very apt at doing that, now were you?" Loki seethed at her condescending tone.

"And what of Asgard?" He asked ignoring the little tart's attempts to get a rise out of him.

"They search for Thor. Even now his friends journey through dimensions unknown to find him."

Of course they searched for Thor, their promised king. What did they care that he was trapped here within this realm of fog; unseen, unheard of, and forgotten.

"I do not care about any of that. Tell me of Asgard. How does it fair?" He gritted out annoyed with her offhanded remarks.

"What do you care? Worry about what your good at, yourself. And be grateful that you have evaded punishment from the Asgardians for this long and that Heimdall the "all-seeing" cannot see through the Ginnungagap's fog!" The girl obstinately reminded him, her own tempers flaring. "At least here you won't be able to get into any real trouble like you always do when you upset them." Her tone was no longer condescending in fact it had strayed into a spiteful whisper. "They really hate it when you tamper with their tapestry." Leah's two ravens cawed in ire at her outburst, their red eyes glowing as they pecked at her shoulders, and the angry child immediately stopped.

"What nonsense do you speak of?" Loki demanded, but Hela's handmaiden only shook her head, refusing to reveal anymore, "Explain yourself!"

"I bid you farewell Loki." Leah said her face now expressionless, "Perhaps being trapped within this place will give you some time to reflect." The sullen girl departed, the mirror no longer carrying her reflection.

Loki cursed Leah's mistress for sending her to him, cursed the fact that Hela had actually allowed her little handmaiden to order him about. What he wouldn't give right now to ask the Goddess why she preferred to keep him in the dark on matters that concerned him. No matter what the news he would have rather been up to date than left with nothing.

"Stay out of trouble." He repeated mimicking the snide little brat. No one told him what to do, especially not servants.Besides, the possibilities for causing mischief in this house were just too good to pass up.

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Matthews wasn't kidding when he had told her that most of the agents would be leaving them to join the Enforcement Division at the London Olympics. Barely any of them had stuck around Sanctum Manor for surveillance, but then that was S.H.I.E.L.D. for you.

They sure loved keeping Jane and her in the dark.

Darcy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the topic of conversation as she joined the bunch. Staying up late to tell each other ghost stories, sheesh, it sounded like one big slumber party rather than a S.H.I.E.L.D. relocation effort. Darcy could care less about who had spooked who she just wanted to know where she could find Jane. Just as she was about to ask a loud cry was heard from above them.

It had come from Agent Purcell, their new head of division. Everyone watched in horror as he took a nasty tumble down the stairs and Darcy's jaw dropped.

It looked like he had been physically pushed.

As they gathered round him Purcell motioned for them to leave him be, "I'm alright, a little embarrassed, but I'll be alright." He certainly didn't look fine in fact he seemed rather shaken up about it. "It was like my knees just gave out and caved, that's all, happens to the best of us." But from Darcy's perspective that did not look like a simple fall… it looked more like a leap.

After that chilling episode, the agents began to disband and Darcy was told that Jane had last been seen where they now headed: the kitchen quarters. Apparently she had been up all night riding on an adrenaline rush. Darcy could only imagine. It hadn't been the first time Jane had done something like that. There had been days where Darcy had actually had to remind her scientist friend to eat something rather than nitpick at her notes.

Jane may have been a champion of science but she wasn't super human. She needed her rest. And it was only going to get worse for her scientist friend. With the Bluehenge expedition and her inter-dimensional transporter underway, the pressure to shine was on.

Just thinking of all the potential technical challenges they would soon face made Darcy's head spin. The amount of testing that would go into a device that imitated the Bifrost alone could take months, if not years. And for whatever reason, Tony Stark seemed to want one post-haste.

The whole thing was just one big mess.

Entering the kitchen with the others Darcy spotted Jane fast asleep at the table. Her face flat on a lump of lab notes, scribbles, and drafts. Darcy winced at the sight. There slept the woman who had given her, her first real job, one where she actually felt like she accomplished things.

It really stung seeing Jane like this.

Well, Darcy thought, at least she won't be upset with me for sleeping in late…

When Jane awoke, she awoke to the smell of the instant coffee Darcy had stashed away in her bag and the last of the scones Dr. Strange had left for them. A breakfast the others eyed enviously ever since the agents who had left the Manor had eaten up half of their food supply; the jerks.

"Darcy?" Jane groggily sputtered, "Mmm… what time is it?"

"Noonish." Darcy piped up peeking at Jane's scattered notes. Some of it resembled Erik's work on Dark Energy from the destroyed P.E.G.A.S.U.S. lab.

Spotting the USB stick on the table Jane immediately made a grab for it. "Are you finished with this yet?" The intern instantly scooped the stick back up.

"Maybe you should eat something first before you ask me that, Jane." Darcy muttered a little annoyed that someone could ignore the food she had so painstakingly nabbed out of Matthews greedy digits.

"Darcy." Jane grimaced in her best 'I'm not having this conversation with you again' tone.

Sure, thought Darcy, I'll give you back the usb stick. I'll give it to you if you can promise me you'll take better care of yourself.

A silent staring contest broke out between the two of them, that is, until they both jumped at the sound of loud static. Agent Wilson had turned on a radio left on the counter. Its frequencies picking up the BBC, the newscasters discussing the amount of hate Brazilian soccer player Roberto da Costa now received for coming out as a mutant. The Olympian had been assaulted by anti-mutant activists causing his powers to manifest. It'd been like a mini sun flare. The entire stadium had to be evacuated.

While Darcy was engrossed with the news Jane grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"What is that?" Jane asked examining her burns, "Do you have any allergies I don't know about Darcy?" Concern gripped Jane's eyes. "You're not cut anywhere are you?"

"Nyah, that mirror didn't touch me," Darcy shrugged, "It's probably just my bed, it was pretty uncomfortable and small. It really had me tossing and turning last night." Color rose in Darcy's cheeks, because it wasn't the puniness of her bed that had caused her to toss and turn.

Why was it that she could remember that weird fantasy with Loki in such vivid detail but not the dream she had, had afterwards? It still bugged her. It was like there was this name on the tip of her tongue.

As Darcy continued to grasp at straws the BBC began replaying snippets of Captain America's speech from the Olympic New York vigil.

"-I stand here before you today as a living testament, a symbol, that even when things look there bleakest nothing can destroy the human spirit-"

It was a touching speech, a message of communal unity, and one duly needed with all the civil unrest surrounding mutant athletes. But unlike everyone else in the room who listened attentively Darcy couldn't help but wrap her arms together and shiver. That familiar feeling of paranoia had returned, coyly wrapping itself around her knuckles and intimately working its way up into her spine. It was like the knowledge that a Scooby Doo painting was following her around with its eyes. The intern actually had to fight her gut instinct not to turn around and look.

"-I have seen what evil men have done in the name of conquest and racial superiority. I have met the villain called Loki who likened himself to God, who tried to play God and failed-"

The inner turmoil that had been building up inside of her magnified a tenth fold, and Darcy immediately clutched at the table, a hot wave of lust passing through her body like a deep seated hunger. A frustrating itch that had shot up through her bones and into her blood stream and she didn't even know why. The poor intern almost spat out her coffee in protest because it tickled.

"America as a nation will endure but we as a species we will survive and we will thriv-."

The static from the radio had worsened throughout the transmission, the Captain's strong baritone crackling into parody, and so Purcell turned the radio off.

It was right about this time that the lights had started to eerily flicker, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and watch, because not all the lights flickered in this manner…

It was just the ones situated directly above her head.

"Hey Darcers I think your ghost is trying to tell you something-," said Matthews with a shit eating grin, "I think he likes you." Jacob's idiotic observation had seamlessly shattered the tension in the room as everyone laughed.

"You're hiiilarious." The shaken intern growled, clutching the table even harder.

He'd be paranoid too if his day was starting off like the first ten minutes of a Supernatural episode.

"Am I literally the only one creeped out by all of this?"

"There's a plethora of reasons why lights "flicker" in an old house, Darcy." Said Jane, ever the rationalist, "Bad terminal connection, spliced wire, a bad breaker. They can all cause an intermittent voltage drop." The scientist's concentration then returned to her notes and Darcy sighed.

Jane must have gone over that same page at least five times.

"You know Jane we still have three whole glorious days of nothing before the expedition starts, before S.H.I.E.L.D. sends us their team of astrophysicists and supplies, before all hell breaks loose. Why don't we take a break for a while and visit that "quaint little town with the farmer's market" Strangelove kept talking about?"

Jane eyed her intern wearily. "I can't Darcy the deadline for this to be peer reviewed is coming up."

So that's what had kept her up all night? That article for the Culver Academy of Science?

But then that was Jane for you, ever a defender of her own ideas, and who could blame her? Her work was the catalyst for space-travel and S.H.I.E.L.D. supported research on other worldly threats. Of course she wanted her work published and out there!

"Well then why don't you take the break and, at least, let me look it over for you?"

It wasn't like she hadn't done it before.

Anytime Jane's work was readily available for public consumption it had to go through S.H.I.E.L.D. authorization. And Darcy was always a wiz at finding the loop holes in their legal agreements. Otherwise Jane wouldn't be able to get away with half of what she published.

Just as Jane was about to make excuses Purcell butted in. "Gotta agree with the kid there Miss some fresh air and sight-seeing might do you some good. And Agent Wilson here would be more than happy to drive you." At the mention of his name Wilson did a quick nod from his paper as did all the other agents hovering around them. It was starting to feel like an uncomfortable agent intervention.

But it worked.

And though Jane, a grown woman, would be chaperoned around by an agent all day, it would still be a break from her busy schedule. And Darcy was begrudgingly thankful for that, because trying to pull Jane away from her work was like pulling teeth.

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Loki roamed the upstairs corridor in an effort to calm himself. Had he cared he would have kept track of how much time he wasted wandering the decrepit hell house. His thoughts, however, were too preoccupied on that trained monkey's pitiful attempt at a speech.

The "human spirit," thought Loki with grave distaste, how laughably laudable and contrite the man out of time was. This world belonged to the strong and the unified! Not the weak minded and divided fools who believed in fairy tales and, of all things, the brotherhood of man.

It wasn't the human's pathetic attempts to find a higher calling or his one-dimensional views of him that bothered the God though. It was hearing how life resumed without him in the wake of his defeat. And how easily his rein could be treated like last week's news, like nothing more than a bad dream, and he the forgotten boogeyman.

If I truly were to fade into oblivion, Loki grimly thought, how soon would the news of my death reach Asgard? How soon would it be treated as… no great loss? Loki tensed at the thought. There would be no glory in a death such as that.

Loki clenched and unclenched his fists. He needed to think. He needed to get out of this prison cell, he needed to concentrate and control his anger or else he risked being exposed. And luckily for him the sorcerer had not been there to sense his fury when he had set off those containers of electricity.

But then that scientist's assistant had sensed him.

In fact her whole body had reacted to his incensed presence with familiarity. The electric awareness between them palpable as his static non-existent self had seeped into her out of its own accord. Her heart rate immediately escalating in the process, he knew because he had felt it, had heard it through her own ears. Could feel the way she had breathed in and out, because he had been shivering there alongside her, experiencing her, experiencing what it felt like to be a… a human. He could still taste the beverage she drank. Warm and smooth down her throat, a remnant of the calm state she had been in before he had entered her body.

It's dangerous, the God reminded himself, losing myself in her like this.

The last thing he needed was to pick up anymore of her human traits.

But to feel something, anything at all after being disembodied from all feeling had an irresistible appeal to the God, even if it came from the mortal woman Darcy Lewis.

Through his wanderings Loki unknowingly made his way past Darcy's room of childish trinkets. And leaning against the door post that's where he found Jane Foster's assistant. Fast asleep at her desk with her employer's paperwork and mortal technology by her side. The woman must have been exhausted and he had no doubt he was the cause of it.

Making his way towards her Loki leaned over Darcy's shoulder, examining the scientist's notes. Foster's scribblings spoke of a tapestry of worlds interwoven by a web of threads, threads that Loki recognized as Yggdrasil. Yet none of it resembled information on the golden bridged Gjallarbrú or the location of the Tesseract only Jane Foster's half-baked theories on how to recreate the Bifrost.

"Mmmphh," Darcy moaned and Loki smirked down at the sleeping girl, smoothing back a tendril of her hair.

"You poor dear-," He crooned, "taking on an assignment that's way over your head all for your beloved Foster, compromising your health for her sake, all so that you might live in the glory of her shadow." Loki sarcastically clicked his tongue, "Bless your bleeding heart!"

The girl was such an open book when it came to whom and what she was emotionally invested in. It made what he was about to do next that much simpler.

"Did you truly think you could deny me and get away with it, little one," The God whispered through gritted teeth as he smirked down at her, "I'll have them turned against you in no time."

If mortals were anything they were easy to provoke. And once he tapped into his repertoire of tricks all he'd have to do next was sit back and enjoy his handy work.

"Soon you'll learn just how easy it is to be betrayed by the ones you call friends."

"No." Darcy defiantly muttered back, no longer resting fitfully, and a sick sense of shock bolted through Loki.

"No?" He repeated in disbelief.

Even in sleep she talks back to me.

"No!" she repeated as she shook her head and Loki froze.

Since Darcy Lewis could sense his ghostly presence was it possible that she was aware of him on some other level? And if so how soon would she "wake up" and realize her ghost was him. It was an anomaly he would have to look further into. Even if it meant falling prey to another one of her more… interesting fantasies.

Oh, he still remembered that delicious entrapment. It flittered through his head constantly. Like an annoying assembly of mosquitos she occupied his mind. And yet, as troubling as it was, a part of him wouldn't mind having it happen again.

Ignoring such thoughts Loki began to enter Darcy's dream. Curious as to what lay in her subconscious that would cause her to become aware of him.

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As the dream unfolded Loki found himself standing outside a large brick enclosure. One where he had to squint his eyes to adjust to the bright and cheerful atmosphere of bustling parents and children at play.

"No, no, no!" Complained a much younger Darcy Lewis, one that was stomping her foot in denial. "I don't want to go to back to school!" She whined at, what Loki presumed to be her mother seated in one of those vehicles mortal's loved so much.

Loki sighed with relief. It appeared the girl's anxiety stemmed from having to return to an establishment of higher learning and not him. Now that he had his answer the God grew bored with the content of the dream, he decided it would be best to leave her mind and search Jane Foster's room for information instead.

"Hey!" The young Miss Lewis called out to him and Loki's back stiffened. She was drawing closer and he could only stand there flabbergasted and annoyed that she had spotted him.

Wasn't it more common for mortal children to run in fear of what they did not know and not towards it?

What an odd child.

But then, this had opportunity written all over it. It had been difficult enough trying to convince Darcy Lewis to swear an oath to him. Perhaps if he led her to believe that she had convinced herself he could trick her subconscious into accepting him.

"Hey, hey mister!" Darcy continued to yell out until she had finally caught up to him, "I know you! Aren't you that bad guy?" Loki grimaced at that label.

"My dear girl I am but whatever the circumstances I find myself in requires me to be. No more, no less." He hissed.

"Oh, okay," Darcy pensively said as she shuffled her feet under his harsh glare only to burst into another bout of energy. "Hey, aren't you like a magician? Can't you do magic tricks? Can you pull a rabbit out of a hat for me? Can you make it snow?" She was talking so quickly that the God found it difficult to follow.

"Please, please, please?" So she wished to see him do magic? Loki raised his brow in amusement at how she beseeched him for such simple parlor tricks. In truth it had been a long time since anyone had made such a request of him. Not since his youth, and usually the person who always did the asking was… Thor.

Loki closed his eyes in agitation at those memories.

To appease the infant he did the last thing she had requested of him. He made it snow. Darcy's eyes turned to saucers and she began to jump up and down in an effort to catch falling snowflakes on her tongue. And once his illusion had faded Loki knelt down beside her. "Do you know how to keep a promise Miss Lewis?" He asked all the while watching for her reaction.

"Uh, yeah I know," She said rolling her eyes at him, "like a pinky swear."

"A what?" The God exclaimed unfamiliar with the mortal's term.

"Watch-," Darcy boldly grasped his hand to wrap her pinky finger around his, "I promise to be your friend. I pinky swear. See there's nothing to it."

A display of friendship? The God grimaced I am not capable of such childish commitment! Nor could I ever be a slave to it either.

A worried expression took over Darcy's cheerful demeanor. "Hey now that were friends mind explaining something to me?"

"Hmm?" The curious girl suddenly took a hold of his hand and began to lead him across the school yard. It seemed there was something over there that she desperately wanted to show him. Loki glared in annoyance at how her small hand grasped his with such trust. He had forgotten how much trust he had once placed in others like this when he had been young; before all the deception.

She had dragged him towards a layer of pavement where children drew with colorful chalk. There Darcy pointed to one drawing in particular.

"Can you explain this to me?"

What Loki saw next left him ridged with fear.

"You're afraid of him too, right?" She asked gripping his hand even harder.

Drawn on the pavement in exquisite detail was the brooding figure of Thanos in a scene he knew all too well.

It had been in the dark, in secrecy where not even Heimdall "all seeing" could watch. There on that tumultuous asteroid field he had sworn an oath to the Mad Titan, had given himself to the most dark, extreme elements. It was a memory the God wished to be forever forgotten and one that had somehow cemented itself into Darcy Lewis psyche.

A loud bell rang in the distance and the girl became anxious. "Recess is over now. I gotta go. Goodbye Mister." And with that she left and Loki made no move to stop her. He couldn't move because he was frozen to the spot, hypnotized by the glowing gaze of Thanos. Even now he could hear their conversation in his head.

"You will eventually join me."

"And why would I do a thing like that?"

"Because you and I are very much alike Trickster and we will never change."

"Because only fools fight fate."


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A/N: Oh yeah things just got weird and deep and deeply weird :s Hence the title.

Looks like Loki's up for playing the part of mischievous ghost :) Of course Darcy is onto him-even if it is subconsciously- and she's definitely not buying his whole 'come to the darkside we have cookies' shtick either. Threats and tricks really don't seem to work on our girl Darcy looks like Loki might end up playing a different angle… of the seduction variety...

Other Marvel characters in the story: So the mystery character was Leah! One of my faves. Leah is Loki's on again off again BFF in Journey Into Mystery. Brownie points to the person who can name the crows resting on her shoulders. Loki should technically recognize them but I'll allude to why he doesn't later. Just like I'll allude to the "they" Loki always angers when he "tampers with the tapestry." The name of the mutant who caused a mini sun flare is the X-Man SunSpot. In the comics he was considered by recruiters for the Olympic Games. Since the Avengers came out in 2012 the London Olympics are going on right now. Professor X and the X-Men will also have a role to play later on in the story too. There will also be an interlude explaining what's going on with Thor and Hela.

Well hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to tell me your thoughts! :)
yaay update! Now with more Ghost!Loki shenanigans!



The Promise

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6
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little Darcy holding Loki's hand is just so cute and her asking him to make it snow and he actually does it that is just so precious. well good job as always.