storyqdayx5d:22drunkb:thedailyoneironaut:prettybluescarf:Loki’s apology“Do not tell my parents” heh.

storyqdayx5d:22drunkb:thedailyoneironaut:prettybluescarf:Loki’s apology“Do not tell my parents” heh.Thor: Listen well, brother—Loki: …I’m listening…Thor: YOU WILL FILL OUT THIS DAMN FORMLoki: A fine form. Not meant, I think, for me.Thor: YOU WILL FILL IT OUT, OR I SWEAR BY THE EYE OF HEIMDALL I WILL TELL FATHERLoki: Is this happening?Loki: IS IT?!—MMI like to imagine Thor also threatened him with Darcy and her taser.Okay, so this one is #213, for tafadhali. She requested Avengers-ness, and I found that thing saved in my prompts so - voila! I feel like it…didn’t come out the way I wanted it to, though. Sorry!“You know,” Darcy said, tossing the taser high above her head and lazily watching it flip end over end. She caught it in the flat of her palm and sent it spinning upwards again. She smirked at the expression of Loki’s face: he was striving for bored and exasperated, but his eyes were riveted, cat-like, on the taser, and each time she threw it into the air, he leaned forward a bit, straining, frustrated, against his bonds. “This would be a lot easier if you just signed the damn thing. Look!” She held up the ad-libbed apology. She’d brought it to this morning’s meeting as a joke (one of her odd-jobs as an intern included taking notes at S.H.I.E.L.D.’s monthly meetings, although this one had been called in special due to the Loki Emergency) but Thor, as literal as ever, had thought it was a brilliant idea. He’d dictated to her what he wanted filled into the blanks himself, looking solemn and worried, while Loki watched on, completely nonplussed. Darcy had taken the liberty of filling in the right hand side of the apology herself, to the best of her knowledge of Loki and the way his mind worked.“I even filled it all out for you!” Darcy said, grinning and waving the apology in his face. Loki turned his head to the side and sniffed, then peeked out at her from the corner of his eye, still warily watching the taser, which she had attached to her belt. She didn’t want to have to use it - he was, after all, tied up, and the chains they had him in certainly looked unbreakable. Then again, he was the god of mischief, and if anyone was going to find a way to escape, her money was on Loki.  Either way - god and/or would-be-world-dominator or not, Darcy didn’t like to tase a man when he was down. She’d kept the door open just in case, and glanced at it now, and this seemed to please Loki: he turned his face back toward her and settled more comfortably into his kneeling position on the floor, rolling his shoulders and offering her a wide, smug smile.Damn, Darcy thought. She wasn’t sure why they had assigned this particular task to her. Most likely because no one else wanted to do it, or couldn’t be trusted not to beat the stuffing out of Loki (Thor included). Darcy wouldn’t be able to do much damage, even with her trusty taser, so she supposed she was the safest choice to throw into the cell with him. The thought wasn’t at all comforting.“Come on,” she groaned, aware that she had already ceded some of her minuscule leverage  in the situation, and removed the taser from her belt. For good measure, she flicked it on, enjoying the slight hum and the way Loki recoiled just slightly. He would be transferred, once he apologised, to a Miss Adler in some detention realm or another. From what she’d heard of that woman, Darcy thought Miss Adler might have more luck getting Loki to sign the apology - her methods involved a leather riding crop and ball gags and questionable injectible substances. Darcy didn’t envy Loki at all and she might have even pitied him, had the task of getting him to apologise not fallen to her.He was smirking at her now, drawing this out because it was the only thing he could do, tied up and held captive as he was. Darcy checked her watch. Half-past six. She should have been out of here by now. Greeeat, she thought, turning the apology over in her hand and frowning down at it. She liked her internship, she really did, but it was really starting to bug her how often she got the short end of the stick. -- source link
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