Darcy hadn't been sure about how letting the God of Mischief stay in her apartment would go when the idea was first presented to her by Thor. He pulled out all the stops in trying to convince her, too. He explained how his brother was "reformed" and needed a place to stay for the time being because SHIELD didn't have a place for him yet.
Of course Darcy rolled her eyes at this, but she managed to convince herself that it would only be for a week or two, and then he'd be out of her hair. But, because SHIELD didn't really feel like letting him stay in a room at the base, and Thor and Jane were too busy making up for lost time to even consider if Loki was overstepping his welcome in Darcy's apartment, two weeks turned into a month, which turned into 6 months, which turned into a year.
Darcy really didn't mind after a while though. I mean, sure, it was annoying to have him constantly tinkering with all her stuff, but eventually, she got to know him, and dare she say it, they became friends. She really hadn't expected to get along with him so well, and to be honest, he hadn't expected to become so fond of her.
And fond of her he was. The past few months Darcy had begun to see a SHIELD agent who worked out in the field. She was head over heels in puppy love with this guy too. He was ripped, had nice sandy, blonde hair, just long enough so that there was a quip, and had a pearly white, million dollar smile that could make any girl swoon. In a way he looked like Clint Barton if he were college age, but Darcy didn't really want to make that connection. Natasha scared the hell out of her, and she didn't want people to think she was dating him because he looked like Clint. She'd rather let them think it was because of the mind blowing sex, even if he really wasn't the best she'd ever had.
But, he was hot, and he liked her. Plus, he was charming. He had quite the rep with the ladies, and Darcy felt lucky to even have his attention.
Loki, however, was completely unimpressed by this wannabe Hawkeye. He looked like and ass, and Loki could tell he'd have no problem dropping Darcy if someone better came his way. But, in Loki's eyes, there was no one better than Darcy. Although he'd never tell her that. Or his brother. Definitely not Thor. Thor would make too much of a deal of it, and he would never hear the end of it. He sort of hated how this woman had managed to grow on him. True, she was irritating at first, but after being taken back by her challenging quips, he found he couldn't get enough of doing and saying things just to get a rise out of her. It became a daily game for him. Most days, she'd just give it right back to him, but occasionally he'd catch her off guard, which pissed Darcy off.
But eventually, he found that he really did like her company, and that being with her helped him feel less like an outcast. That's when he began to notice her beauty. She truly was beautiful. Every curve, every look she gave him, every look she gave in general, really, made him stand in awe of her. Before he knew it, he was falling for her. And it didn't help that she could be a little devious prankster herself. She was perfect, and he wanted her. But she couldn't see past the façade her dickface of a boyfriend wore around her to see that he'd been cheating on her, practically fucking everything with boobs and a vagina.
Loki burned at the thought of this. He hated knowing that she was putting her trust in this guy, and all the while he was having his cake and eating it too. He knew she deserved better, and he intended on showing her that one way or another.