"You know when something's bad for you, but you have it anyway? Yeah. He's like that."
"You're kidding." Jane says, "Something is horribly wrong with you."
"Okay," Darcy says, slightly offended in a coffee shop of all places. "You don't have to go there, but I mean come on, look at him." She points at her Loki-filled desktop background. She sighs (unknowingly) "He's beautiful."
"Darcy," Jane replies, gently pushing the phone away, "he's not real."
"So?" she inquires, slightly offended. "He is to me." She hugs the phone to her chest. There is the tiniest, infinitesimal inkling that tells she's gone fucking crazy, but honestly this world is just a little bit better with a lot of dreams and a lot of "don't drop that thunk-ka-thunk" or whatever the hell that song is saying and Loki.
Jane just shakes her head, "I can only imagine what you'd do if you meet the actor."
Darcy raises an immediate hand to a stop. "I do not care of this 'actor' you speak of. I care for his character. Because that personality and that hair is what gets me - you know what. I'm actually starting to feel uncomfortable talking about my slightly unhealthy obsession with this fictional character. So. That's that. Let's talk about something else. Like physics. Or work. You know, the boring stuff you like."
When she gets home she feels drained, but in a good, I-did-absolutely-nothing-today-and-I-loved-it way. That's what Sundays like to do to you: make you love them but slap you in the face because 'bitch you got work tomorrow'. Fantastic.
Darcy takes a shower and snuggles up in her pajamas on the couch. It's one of those days where she feels like dreaming. Naturally, she pulls the rom-com card, and goes for something with just the right amount of cheese: The Holiday. Honestly, they need to be put more Jack Black and Kate Winslet and less Jude Law and Cameron Diaz. Sure, Jude's good-looking (great-looking, what with that accent), but Jack, oh Jack's got this personality that's the nice guy every girl wants in her life. She sighs. Some days she wants an arrogant bastard and suddenly she's craving the nice one. What is wrong with her hopelessly girlish tendencies.
Sometimes she forgets she's a girl. The kind with all of those dumb-ass but entirely true stereotypes.
Just when the movies got Jack and Kate laughing at another one of those Jack jokes she passes out.
"Do you think she's alright?"
"Just give her a few moments, it was quite the trip."
What are these voices. Darcy flashes her eyes open in seconds, bolt upright. She bangs her head against the floating thing. Wait, floating thing?
She surveys her surroundings, everything is magical looking. Literally. There is gold everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.
Ahem. Oh. She has company.
"Darcy," Frigga smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?" Then there's Odin just standing there, being all regal and shit.
What the actual fuck.
