It all started when Darcy wondered when the world had gone to shit. She had witnessed far too many of her friends deaths, sustained a staggering amount of life threatening injuries, and when a crazy purple super sayian tries destroying the universe you know your fucked.
She had laughed bitterly at the thought and relayed her musings to her metaphorical cellmate. Loki was one of the few surviving gods after the attack on Asgard, the death of his parents was a nail in the coffin. Loki had found humility and joined up with earth to help protect midgard. Thor died not long after that and Loki had become almost obsessed with the survival of humanity. Everyone was dead now. The Avengers obliterated, SHIELD disbanded, even the Justice League had gone silent besides tons of other superhero organizations. All the was left was the god of mischief and the taser toting assistant of Jane Foster.
Loki perked at the mention of Darcy's words and she felt herself go pale at the glint in his one good eye.
"Genius, Miss Lewis you somehow always manage to surprise me,"
"I'm feeling vaugely offended," She muttered and scratched at a cut on her abdomen. "So, uh, not that I'm not aware of my superior intellect or anything but why exactly am I a genius?"
"Not the why, but the when," Loki had slid his eyes closed in concentration.
Darcy huffed in slight agitation "Wow, that was so incredibly specific, I completely understand now,"
Loki sat up straighter and turned to face Darcy, "Lewis, what happens if you kill an animal that would later spread the black plague?"
Darcy rolled her eyes, He's not going to try and speak philosophy with me again, is he? Surprising to find out that Loki was a chatty Cathy when drunk, that was no easy thing either, He also has an incredible amount of tales and facts stuck up in his big head. That's a perk of being an immortal god. She still had a headache from their last chat about why elves couldn't grow beards.
"Does… it never happen?" Darcy guess feebly
Loki nodded yes, and stood suddenly, whipping around to walk out the door. Darcy scrambled off the floor and quickly rushed after him, his long legs making it difficult for to keep up with. He lead the way down the long stone hallway their footsteps echoing off the walls.
"Why can't you ever just answer me straight?" Darcy ungracefully tripped an uneven tile "Ow, Dammit Loki! Where are we going!?"
"To the beginning Miss Lewis!" Loki's voice sounded the closest thing to hopeful than she had heard in a very long time. She prayed that was a good thing.
"What does that even mean?!"
"Only thing it can mean!," they were in a full on run now when Loki turned his face to her and flashed her a terrifying smile "Time travel!"
