I have this headcanon/ship that after Jane and Thor became a couple, Darcy and Loki meet up.
I do not own the Avengers/Loki, or anything.
I know this chapter is super short, but I plan on writing much more. OK.
She met him several months after the battle of Manhattan. Darcy tagged along with Jane when Thor wanted to show her Asgard and to meet his parents. As Thor went off to show Jane his home, Darcy was given a personal tour by Lady Sif.
Walking through the endless maze of exotic, other worldly architecture, they came upon what seemed to be a wall with thousands of small ridges leading horizontal in an eight feet stretch. Darcy stopped, running her hand down the stretch of gulls and valleys, the hills glowing blue under her touch.
"Is this a door?" Darcy asked in wonderment. If only earthly cellphones worked in Asgard...she would upload sooo many new pics to facebook then.
"Yes. It's not for visitors though. There are much better places to attend. Let us move on, my friend." Lady Sif admonished.
"Buttttt why? What's in there?" Darcy asked, becoming petulant.
"Well, if you truly must know, that is the chamber Loki resides in. An Asgardian prison cell if you will. Visitors are ill advised.
Darcy was contemplative for a moment. She had never seen the god that had reeked so much havoc upon New York. " Please? I will only be a moment! If my presents upsets him, I promise to leave immediately. Pleasssse?" She persisted.
"Fine. But mere moments only. And you cannot tell a soul. Odin would be displeased." Lady Sif declared as she flowed her hand in a pattern over the door. It cracked down the middle, drawing Darcy to the entrance.
She hesitated at the door, not knowing how to proceed, what to say, if anything. Her footsteps echoed on the glass-like floor as she turned a corner. The man residing infront of her totally shattered the image she had conjured earlier in her head.
Who she expected was an imposing shrewd looking creature. A man exuding arrogance. A beast that haunted nightmares. A god of war and pain.
Who she got was none of those things. Loki was curled into a plush armchair, furrowed brows buried deep into a book without a title. Darcy rustled her bracelets, unable to think of anything else to do.
The sudden noise pulled Loki from the book he was engrossed in. He knew someone was present, but when he looked up, seeing Darcy took him by suprise.
"I thought you were Lady Sif. I heard her voice."
"Yes...she's outside. I hope I'm not a bother. Do you want me to go get her?"
"No. She does not wish to see me. But for some reason, you do?" His voice tugged the last word up at the end, giving it the inflection of an inquiry, even though they both knew it was a statement.
"Uhh..I.." Darcy couldn't think of a plausible reason to tell him. She couldn't share that she wanted to see the monster that was semi-successful in sending the world into mass chaos, could she? That she was curious to witness what pure evil looked like? Or at least, she was told Loki was pure evil. Those thoughts though, seemed to be fast disappearing.
"My name's Darcy."
"Pleasure. As you most likely know, I am Loki. Did you come to gawk at the savage that I am?" He growled, trying to provoke an answer.
"No." She lied, but felt it was too forced.
"I mean, I was curious..." She utterd, her voice softened.
"You are from earth, aren't you? You look it." Loki motioned to the empty love seat opposite from him.
"Thank you..?"
"I never said it was a complement." He smirked, sipping from a cup of tea. Darcy huffed, not knowing how to respond to such quick tongued conversation. She hadn't been this engaged...since..well..her last conversation with Tony. Loki poured her a cup without her asking and offered it too her. She took it with hesitancy, smelling the aromatics of mint and chamomile. Or that's what she took it as- ingredients differed on Asgard.
Silence ensued for several more moments, but it didn't feel awkward or forced. It was peaceful. Loki shuffled some papers and volumes, turning them over and setting them to the side. As he was doing this, Darcy took the chance to observe his features. He had smooth, flawless skin, and dark- if not black- hair, and was wearing a tunic of emerald and onyx, glinting in the light from the windows. He was handsome, and held a regal air. Articulate in all that he did. Was this really the god that the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. hated with every fiber of their being? The man after world domination? She began to second guess herself.
As she was in contemplative thought, Loki looked up, his turn to study her. Feeling his gaze, she turned, looking up into the biggest pair of shamrock green eyes. Nothing about them screamed danger. They were not cold, nor calculating. They were expressive and interested, curious. Darcy turned away, blushing. She quickly composed herself though, remembering the fact of who he actually was.
"You never revealed the reason for your visit."
"To tell the truth, I don't really know either.."
"Do not deceive me Ms. Darcy. Deception is what I do for a living."
Darcy moved her gaze to the wall, and began to squirm anxiously. She was floored. Why was she at such a loss of worlds? They were here trademark. Words never seemed to fail her. Why now?
"Do you ever get the chance to leave this room?" Her voice was steady, the only sound of her tapping sneaker against the wood.
"No." Loki stated flatly, a tinge of bitterness lacing his tone.
"Oh."
He had risen from the chair and gone to stand infront of the massive windows overlooking the city. He stretched upward, bringing Darcy's attention back to his features. He was menacingly tall and lean, not lanky or stringy, but solid and forceful.
"You don't receive many visitors do you." This time it was Darcy's turn to spin a question into a statement.
Loki didn't answer for what seemed to stretch on infinitely. "Thor does. Or did. Until I told him to stop pitying me and banished him from my residence. He has only visited me once since that event several months ago."
The waning light caught the fibers of his tunic, making it glow like a jade roman candle. In the shadows he could have been just an ordinary man, stating a fact. But the underlying regret was palpable. She realized that his features and eyes held youth, but his heart and soul were those of someone who had lived innumerable lifetimes.
"Ms. Darcy, your stay has expired. Please come with me." Lady Sif announced, walking into the room. The change in atmosphere was instantaneous, sending Loki into a more defensive stance- arms crossed, a stony expression glazing his eyes.
"Loki."
"Lady Sif." They nodded in mutual acknowledgment.
Lady Sif began to guide Darcy out of the jagged entrance before she stopped, turning.
"Can I come visit you again?" She blurted, suddenly apprehensive, unsure of the response she would receive.
Loki slowly turned his attention from the reflective windows once more, what seemed to be the early stages of a smile flickering at the corners of his lips. "Yes. I will anticipate your next arrival, Ms. Darcy." Before sliding his attention back to something in the distance.