"How long has it been? i'm freaking starving." Loki rubbed his temples watching her pace around like a distressed animal in hopes to drown out her complaining, but it only seemed to get even worse as the hours ticked by. Him and this mortal named Darcy were in a bit of a..Jam. in short, they were stuck in a dungeon in Alfheim. He hadn't known how long they were there but it seemed like forever. Loki barely spoke since they both got kidnapped, sitting on a bench in the cell they were in. Darcy sighed and turned around to face him, taking in his raven black hair, emerald eyes and undeniably drop-dead attractive features that all seemed to fit his mischievous personality. "aren't you hungry? i could go for a milkshake and fries and a huge cheese burger." she smiled at the thought looking up at the ceiling and sat next to him and rested her chin on her palm, then lifting her hand she poked his cheek, laughing when he flinched as if she burned him and turned to her. "i got an idea, how about we both be quiet and keep hands to ourselves." he growled glaring at her, still feeling her finger on his cheek that strangely shot tingles through his body. Darcy just shrugged her small shoulders, but still knowing better than to anger the God of mischief.
He must have fallen asleep because Loki woke up from his glorious dream blinking only to be meeted by the dark dungeon walls and the sound of water dripping from the rusted ceiling. Rolling his eyes he looked around to see Darcy fast asleep on the bench they were on. He squinted his lively green eyes studying her for a moment, her brown tousled hair, pink lips that would sometimes drive him crazy with her talking, but other times intrigued him as she made good points as she talked to herself. And pale but pretty ivory skin, and her long dark lashes. All together Loki thought she was a attractive girl. He shook his head to clear away unwanted feelings and to focus on getting out of here.
He stood up and went to the cell bars, originally, he tried everything to get out of this cell but to no avail. He put his hands on the bars and closed his eyes focusing on burning the bars until they break. He could feel his magic coursing through him like a wave and smirking as he heard a slight sizzle opening his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows seeing no change. Until he heard slow clapping, turning his head to meet a bored looking Darcy. "good job mister, you got us out by burning your hands!" she said sarcastically resting her chin on her palm as Loki glared daggers at her and hissed feeling the sting, looking down at his hands seeing them red and raw dripping with blood. "i dont see you spitting out ideas." he crossed his arms and Darcy smirked standing up going over next to him and peeking though the bars seeing a guard walking up and down the corridor, then looking back at him. "oh i got an idea, step aside and let me work my stuff." she said with a smile hip-bumping him away to the side which surprised him and he let out a chuckle as he stood beside her watching. Darcy took a deep breath as the guard was making his way past their cell. "HELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP! HE'S IN PAIN!" Darcy shouted in fake frantic voice. Then she suddenly hit Loki in the groin hard with her knee and his eyes went wide yelping out holding his jewels falling to the ground on his back, his eyes squeezed shut to block out the pain breathing hard. I'm so getting her back. Loki thought menacingly.