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Now that Thor’s got his power back, he totally lets Darcy taze him affectionately for old time’s sake.

Okay so this probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it’s what I came up with?

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“No. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

Darcy eyes the spinning hammer suspiciously. The air around it seems to be crackling, and she fights the urge to go lock herself in a bomb shelter somewhere. She looks up at Thor and then simultaneously has to fight the urge to throw herself at him. For someone as heroic and righteous as that one, he certainly can smolder. 

“Because!” she snaps, thoroughly frustrated now. “I don’t actually want to die today!”

“Darcy!” Thor says, rolling his eyes at her. “Truly - do you think me capable of putting you in danger? Do you not think I would protect you with my life?”

The god of thunder makes puppy dog eyes at her. Ridiculous.

“Says the immortal,” she mutters, taking a step back when his weight shifts toward her. “But my life doesn’t really need protecting right now, does it? I’m safe. On the ground. Where humans are supposed to be. If you wanna go fly off, impressing the locals, be my guest. I, however, am going to stay - ack!”

He rushes her suddenly and she’s thrown over his shoulder. He’s not wearing his god gear, just a white T-shirt and blue jeans, and he looks as all American as can be, even if he is from some glittering god dimension. Darcy notes with interest that from this angle, she’s got a spectacular view of his butt.

She also notices that she’s got a spectacular view of the ground, which is rapidly getting farther and farther a way.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! PUT ME DOWN! I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT TO FLY, YOU BIG IDIOT!” 

Somehow, he adjusts them both, single-handedly. He’s got his arm around her waist and she’s clinging to him, both arms around his neck, both legs around his waist. “I guess this isn’t too bad,” she grumbles into his ear, and she can feel him chuckling through his chest and into her entire body. He doesn’t seem to have the ability, or the inclination, to just hover so they’re still zooming forward, he leading with his hammer. As always. They fly for maybe two minutes, and then he deposits her right back where the started, practically into her original footprints.

She picks up her bag angrily and runs a hand through her frazzled hair, glaring. 

“See!” he says. “That wasn’t so -“

There’s a buzzing and clicking sound and he has the good sense to hit the floor and twitch dramatically, but she can tell it probably doesn’t even hurt. 

“I almost peed myself, you big jerk!” she shouts. “Don’t do that again!”