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But Chains and Whips Excite Them

At last I can share!

Another commissioned piece for my series "Songs Stuck in Her Head"

This is actually the 1st part in the series, and I had commissioned this piece first, it just took longer CAUSE PERFECT PIECES OF ART CAN TAKE AS LONG AS THEY NEED!!

I want you all to give PinkPiggy93 (you can find them on Instagram) as much love and praise as possible. CAUSE MY GODS IS THIS ARTWORK BREATHTAKING!!!!!

For Ao3 readers, you can find the story HERE

The story is also below this piece of 100% ART THAT NEEDS TO BE FRAMED.

You can also find the next part of the series HERE

All rights and lyrics of "S&M" by Rhianna, belong to her.

After Loki aided Thor and Jane against the Dark Elves Odin saw fit to grant him a trial parole. He and Thor would be bound by a shared brand. If Thor touched the four corners of a dwelling then Loki would not be able to leave the confines of the dwelling until Thor touched one of the walls.

Thor saw it only fit to have Loki endure his parole with the very group of Midgardians that thwarted him. Tony was reluctant at first to have the diabolical Mischief God in his tower, but that lasted all of 30 minutes before he decided “What the hell. Worse case scenario we all step outside for a long walk and Big Green can re-teach him some manners. Then I'll just redecorate...again. It's cool.”

The other members of the Avengers were not as pleased with the idea. Clint in particular decided to be gone on missions or extended leaves during Loki's stay. Although Steve hadn't moved into Stark Tower properly he was a constant guest, and was entirely against the idea. He had multiple arguments with Tony that fell on deaf/drunk ears most of the time.

Bruce and Natasha gave a single comment each. Bruce's being, “I'll just set up a cot in my lab.”

Natasha's was, “Your stupidity knows no ends Tony.”

Pepper Potts, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis didn't really get a say in the matter. Well, they were able to say plenty. It just didn't effect the outcome.

So in two months time Loki was brought back to Earth and set up in a room all to himself. He was allowed to roam the common areas if he wanted, but he chose to stay to his room. Mostly because he still hated all of them (the exception being Jane, crazy woman had punched him after all. Had to give her a molecule of respect for that fierceness.) And anytime he ventured out of his room to grab something to eat or drink he was met with subtle undertones of rage and hatred from the occupants.

The exception being the crazy, curvy, blue eyed brunette. Anytime she was around when he went to get food or water she would look him right in the eye and say something absurd.

Things such as, “Hey Professor Snape, came to get some polyjuice potion?” and “'Sup Other Brother, Bell Dame left you some pasta in the fridge.”

On the rare occasion he would venture out and find Darcy on the couch, laying on the floor or reclined back in a chair. Her listening devices in her ears, her eyes closed she would bob her head and tap her feet. At times like that he would take advantage and slow his pace to observe. Something about her changed when she was like this.

It wasn't until a very particular time this happened that he caught on to what she was doing. ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ It was a Saturday and Steve had dropped in to see what the situation was like after nearly two weeks of Loki being there.

Tony being Tony relayed that, “All is well in Stark's Rehabilitation for the Evil.”

Steve went into a lecture about how this wasn't exactly a joking matter when one of their members was exiling themselves to keep distance.

This then lead to Tony going into his own snarky retort of some such.

The brand that Loki wore of course limited his magic, but not enough that he couldn't turn himself invisible for short periods. He didn't care an ounce about what the two men thought of his staying there. He didn't really have a say in anything.

He remained silent doing his best to draw as little attention as possible while he went to the living room to locate a book to read. Stark kept a small library there since most of the occupants preferred to either read or watch movies. Loki was already halfway through the top shelf, he didn't care what he read so long as he had something to do to pass the time.

Passing the couch he caught side of Darcy. Her eyes were closed, her listening device was on and her foot wiggle in a rhythmic pattern. Just as he moved to stride past he felt a stir in the energy near him. He paused, waiting to see if he could feel it again.

There. 'I know this energy.' He turned back to Darcy and closed his eyes. Opening his mind to the magic that was created from a person rather than the elements he could make out a thin veil of energy radiating off of the young woman. 'The mortal can put herself into a trance. Interesting.' He doubted she even knew what she was doing.

By going into a trance a sentient being's mind was open to others that were able to access the unseen plane of energy. There were beings who trained for years to be able to do this on command. Others would find an item of mystic energy that could aid them. And then there were people such as this noisy woman that were born with the natural path in their minds.

The book forgotten Loki went back to his room and made himself comfortable. His study of magic allowed him to do many things with the mind. He was able to cast spells which let him hear the thoughts of those unprotected or untrained in mental protection. He could make a person forget what they had done for the past few hours or days. He could even put another person under hypnosis, though not as nearly powerful as his scepter had been able to control people. He was also able to put himself into a trance and locate the opening the young woman had created to her own mind.

He didn't have anything better to do, and how could he call himself the God of Mischief if he couldn't cause a little confusion and mayhem in someone's life?

~ ~ ~ ~

Loki was utterly bewildered to walk through Darcy's mental doorway and find himself right back in the tower's common room. Steve and Tony were still arguing, Darcy was laid out on the couch. Nothing was different, except Loki knew for sure he was inside her mind.

He was completely disappointed. Right up until Darcy sat up and glared over at the two arguing men. “Enough already!”

The two men stopped mid snap, their mouths hanging open.

Walking over to them Darcy shook her head, “Are you two going to keep going on and on, or do me and your ladies need to teach you some 'Manners' again?” Loki presence in Darcy's mind must have gone unnoticed. He was able to walk over close enough to lean on the kitchen island to watch how this unfolded.

Tony smirked, “I'm always up for a round of 'Manners'.”

Steve's complexion had gone bright pink, he cleared his throat and looked away from Darcy, “I-I don't think that's really necessary. I should be going anyways.”

“Nope.” Darcy popped the 'p' for emphasis. She grinned in a way that framed her teeth in a very endearing way. It was the grin of a cat about to eat the canary. “You came here and started a circle bitch fight. You both need a refresher in 'Manners'. JARVIS, set the stage and hit the music.”

The lighting in the room went pitch black. Something whirred and clicked. There came a grunt from Steve and Tony's direction.

A spot light shone down on the farthest side of the room where the elevator opened into the living room. The doors opened and out stepped two more women. Loki's eyebrow arched up as he took in the sight of them.

The taller woman with strawberry blond hair wore a black and red brazier with studded straps, black cut off denim shorts that had flames embroidered along the top edge.

The shorter red haired woman he knew to be the Black Widow wore halter top knotted in the front right between her breasts, the sleeves were ripped off and her lower half was covered by a black and red thong and red fishnet stockings.

A throbbing beat of music started to play. A third spot light moved to the front and center between the other women. A platform with an installed pole rose out of the floor. Standing on the platform was Darcy in a completely different get up from her overly large knitted purple sweater, black tank top and well worn jeans. Her glasses and knitted cap were gone, and her hair was unbraided allowing her it to cascade around her in a lush brown waterfall of curls. A little black leather page boy's cap was titled on her head. Her body was barely covered by a black satin corset with purple ribs and rose patterns. She also wore a black skirt made of shredded leather that let any observers see the purple thong and black fish net leggings underneath.

All three women wore teetering black high heels covered in steel spikes.

Loki was entirely mesmerized when the music began to play in earnest. He didn't know the song but let the words and rhythm wash over him all the same.

Na na na, come on Na na na, na na, come on Na na na, come on, come on Come on, na na na na Feels so good being bad There's no way I'm turning back Now the pain is for pleasure 'Cause nothing can measure Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more

The two women strode forward to the beat of the music until the spotlights fell onto their intended targets. In the shift of Darcy's mind Tony and Steve had been stripped down to leather boxers form fitting to their bodies. Both were shackled to separate stone slabs of wall. They weren't pressed right up against the stone, but they were forced to face nothing but the rocks.

Darcy's lips were perfectly synced to the lyrics as the music reached its chorus. Her body straddled, swayed, and swung around her platform and pole in time to the music. Loki was entranced. Using a bit of concentration he willed a chair into existence. Whatever was going to occur would require extended comfort.

'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones, But chains and whips excite me

A length of chain appeared from thin air into Natasha's hand, Pepper acquired a horse crop.

Na na na come on, come on, come on, I like it, like it, come on, come on, come on I like it, like it, come on, come on, come on I like it, like it come on, come on, come on I like it, like it

Pepper trailed the crops end down Tony's spine, his skin rippled with goosebumps from the softness. She did a twirl and dip letting her duck under Tony's raised arms. She smiled sweetly as she trailed the crop down the front of his body kissing along the same line as she went. When she reached his navel she did another twirl and struck out with the crop, slapping him just across the ass.

Natasha slithered along Steve's body, some part of her skin was constantly touching his as she wrapped the chain around his neck. She never faced him directly, even when she circled around to his front. She ground herself against his crotch in time to the music. At the end of the verse she spun causing the chain to lightly tighten around his throat with a twist. She used it as leverage to pull herself up and clamp her mouth on his shoulder. Her hips continued to grind herself against him as her mouth moved from his neck to his ear. She languished it with a swirl of her tongue then began to climb back down him.

As the two women “punished” Tony and Steve Darcy continued her dance on the platform with the pole.

The music took a swell down in tempo. Darcy did a spin and she was suddenly gone from the platform.

Just as quickly Loki felt a hand glide from his back to his shoulder. Darcy firmly grabbed both shoulders and swung herself around him into a straddling position. Her eyes showed some confusion, as he guessed her mind was trying to decide if he was part of the fabrication or not. She seemed to just accept it and continued with what she was doing.

Oh I love the feeling you bring to me Oh, you turn me on It's exactly what I've been yearning for Give it to me strong And meet me in my boudoir Make my body say ah, ah, ah, I like it, like it

Darcy moved like liquid as she twisted in his lap so her back was facing him. Her thighs barely grazed his as she gave him a lap dance worthy of a prince, be he exiled from the throne or not. His hands itched to reach out and grab hold of the curves that were currently hovering just over his hardening cock beneath his leather pants. He resisted. If he acted out of what Darcy imagined should happen he would give his individual presence away and bring everything to a stop.

S, S, S and M, M, M S, S, S and M, M, M S, S, S and M, M, M S, S, S and M, M, M

On the last round of the chorus she spun back around to straddle him properly and kiss him full on the mouth with such force that he felt everything come to a halt, and then it shattered.

~~ ~~ ~~

Opening his physical eyes Loki felt himself grinning, right up until he noticed that his etheral trip had definitely affected his physical state. He would at least have plenty of imagery to use to ease his discomfort.

“I think I should do that more often.” He snickered to himself as his hand reached down to undo the clasp of his pants.

~ ~ ~ ~

Darcy sat bolt up right, her face was flushed and she breathing wouldn't slow down. Steve and Tony had stormed away from each other at some point. Which Darcy was entirely grateful for since the first words out of her mouth were, “What the ever living hell was he doing there?”

#Tasertricks #Avengers 2012 #Loki x Darcy #But Chains and Whips Excite Them #fanfiction #commissioned work #Songs Stuck in Her Head

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I Know You From My Last Dream

A/N: Just over here, ugly sobbing about this beautiful piece of art. I've praised @thepastelpeach many a time for other work, but I'm going to be singing their praises about this one for years to come. LOOK AT IT!!!

You can read the story it belongs to either HERE or just below the picture.

The first part, and it's accompanying art piece can be found HERE

Inspired By: Once Upon A Dream The Lana Del Ray version from Malificent

To say Darcy was distracted was an understatement. Ever since that weird ass daydream where Loki had come into play she couldn't concentrate. Since moving to Stark Tower with Jane, Darcy had had plenty of daydreams featuring all the occupants (any that featured Thor she made sure to involve Jane, there was no breaking the girl code even in her mind.) During the two weeks that Loki had lived here she'd never considered deliberately incorporating him. He was tall, dark, and positively delicious in a brooding way, but she just couldn't picture him joining in on any of the down and dirty fun she kept contained to her brain (most of the time.)

Apparently her mind had decided to stray from obedience and dragged the Trickster God into her recent escape attempt. One minute she was enjoying herself on her pole, watching as Pepper and Natasha relentlessly tease Tony and Steve, and then suddenly there was Loki. He was lounging back in a simple little folding chair watching only her as she danced. His sudden appearance hadn't thrown her off her mental playlist, it just kinda weirded her out. Going over for a closer look her mind had a brief stutter of contemplation when this conjured Loki felt oddly real, like real REAL. When she'd made contact with people or objects in her daydreams before she'd never felt the softness of fabric, the warmth of a body, or anything remotely similar to real life.

This was the part that was itching at her for the next three days. After her lack of focus had caused her to nearly burn down the communal kitchen Darcy decided she needed to do some research. “You graduate from college and life still makes you do research.” She grumbled this to herself as she got comfy with her Starkpad on the couch and Googled Norse Mythology and zeroed in on all the myths about Loki.

Two hours, two packages of poptarts, and too many stories about Loki getting his freak on with a horse later, and Darcy finally found what she was looking for.

It is believed that as a practitioner of the mystic arts Loki is able to manipulate the minds of others. Mortals would do strange acts, such as climb to the top of a tree, swim in endless circles, or cover themselves in wax. When they would come to their senses they would claim Loki had taken control of their minds. It is also said that he was able to enter the dreams of mortals. Maidens would claim to have been embraced by him, men would claim he gifted them with knowledge of an enemy's secret.

Her mouth slightly unhinged with the impact of these words Darcy couldn't help but mutter, “That son of a bitch better not have....I should test this. No pointing tasers at people without evidence first.”

As far as she knew Darcy was the only one on the communal level at the moment. Loki would be in his room. Would he need a heads up first or would he be able to pick up on her mental state on his own. Since this was supposed to be a test of theory Darcy decided to just go ahead and start. If he wasn't invading her mind without an invitation before, she didn't want to give him the idea to do it now.

She dug out her StarkPod, got comfy in the big black leather arm chair with it full reclined, and picked a well used song for her mental movie. Closing her eyes she took a deep breathe in, held it to the count of seven, and then let it back out. On the third time doing this she felt her mind settle, fold into a tiny little box, then opened the lid to fall into her own musical production.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ After that first quite memorable experience Loki kept himself open to the energy of the entire floor. It was an interesting way to pass the time as he memorized each individual's energy signature. Tony, Jane, and Thor were chaotic fluctuations of energy that only settled when they slept. Natasha, Steve, and Bruce were all tightly coiled steady pulses that knew how to keep themselves in control.

Of course Darcy was the odd one out. Her energy was a pulsing signal that would reach out to whoever was closest. When it made contact it would feed the other person's energy in whichever way was needed. When she was near Jane her energy would blanket the woman until her own energy had settled and stayed more contained. When she was near Natasha or Bruce, Darcy's energy would wiggle around them until some of theirs was eased into a less contained coil. 'She's a Balancer.' He marveled at this and decided to start taking notes. He'd heard about people like this of course. She was an individual capable of influencing a person's state of being on a physical, mental, and soul level. With a dampened mood he recalled that his mother had also been a Balancer. It was how she came to be such a beloved Queen.

Loki was writing notes of his discoveries in a conjured notebook when he felt the flux of energy from Darcy. Putting away the notebook he settled himself back and let the energy flow over him. She was going into a trance again, and he wasn't going to pass up another opportunity to observe.

Settled back on his bed he closed his eyes and let his mind slip through the cracked doorway to Darcy Lewis.

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Whatever Loki was expecting it certainly wasn't a lavishly decorated ballroom. He couldn't identify the location of the ballroom, but it was clearly a royal or medieval affair as most of the other occupants were dressed in full regalia. Women in gowns from different eras, and all the men were dressed in identical black tuxedos. Everyone wore masks that covered the upper halves of their faces.

Not wanting to stand out Loki willed his appearance to match. He of course changed his tuxedo to a long tailed coat, his shirt was emerald green, his cuff links were shaped as snakes and his mask was pure gold.

Wandering around the people he came to the edge of the dance floor. The music that was playing was rather beautiful, he had to grudgingly admit. Unlike the tantalizing music that played during Darcy's last daydream this was traditional with no words. A figure covered in bright amethyst material twirled into the center of his vision. It could only be Darcy beneath the strapless silk bodice, half silk and chiffon bell skirt and golden mask. Her hair was pulled back from the top of her head and curls covered her shoulders.

She danced flawlessly with her partner until the end of the song. When they stepped away from each other Darcy remained in the center of the dance floor while the other occupants left. Absolute silence filled the grand room. Loki felt that something was off with this.

Darcy remained facing away from him but she lifted a hand and pointed right at him. 'Oh my, seems she's already realized.' Smirking regardless he stepped forward and took hold of the hand. He bowed and planted the lightest of kisses on the back of her hand. When he straightened Darcy's mask was gone and her eyes were glaring in accusation. A song began to play, this one more modern and much slower.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

His smirk stretched further as the words all but confirmed that his game was over. However he was still part of the illusion, which meant he could continue. Taking the hand he held he put it on his shoulder. Following his lead, still glaring Darcy took up the proper position for the waltz. The song stopped, and restarted from the beginning.

At the end of the first verse Darcy finally growled, “What the hell are you doing in my head Loki?”

“Oh it talks. Blast, here I was hoping for an enjoyably silent dance.”

“Shut it Silvertongue. The only reason I haven't blasted you back to your own looney tunes brain is because I want answers. Why?” Her demand came out as a bit of a squeak as Loki took hold of her hips and lifted her, swinging her around once before putting her back down and continuing the dance.

“I do believe the only reason you haven't 'blasted me' as you said, is because you don't know how.”

Darcy's eyes squinted harder in her glare, her mouth puckering into a hard line, “I can too blast you.”

“Give it a go then. If you do, I will come find you and then answer your question. Until then, or until your done playing this fantasy out I'm going to keep dancing. I can't quite remember the last time I danced.” He pulled her just a bit tighter against him to prove his point about her not being able to punt him out of her head.

Grinding her teeth Darcy conceded, “Fine! I don't know how to kick you out... yet! But I swear Loki, if you invade without invitation anymore I'm going to make one of these fantasies your worst nightmare.”

The smirk lost some of its genuine mirth, behind his mask his eyes seemed to grow a colder shade of blue, “I'm quite certain there is nothing more nightmarish than what I have already experienced.”

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

To his astonishment Darcy gave him a smirk that only he himself had mastered after many, many pranks and causing worlds to fall into chaotic mischief, “I don't know about that. I've been catching up on my mythology, and I've read some rather interesting things about your experiments with horses.”

One second she was dancing with the God of Mischief, and in the next she was laying on the couch smiling in victory up at the ceiling. The sore loser had not only made a hasty exit, he'd also managed to crash her ballroom fantasy. Savoring the sweetness of it she pulled out her phone and sent a text to two people she figured would know how to help her.

To: Bruce, Natasha

Hey you guys do meditation and stuff right? Any idea how to control things in your mind, evicting unwanted visitors in particular?

From: Bruce

Can I have some more details on this?

From: Natasha

Meet me and Bruce on the roof. Now Darcy.

#commissioned art #crying happy tears over here #old work given new life #tasertricks #Loki #Darcy Lewis #loki x darcy #Ao3 #Marvel AU #Songs Stuck in Her Head #I Know You From My Last Dream

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