A/N: So, here's a Thor 2 fic with very mild spoilers that I wrote in half an hour. Thanks you Yoshinator for the Beta!


Loki stood at the end of the bridge, looking down into the expansive universe, eyes wandering from one world to the next, sometimes lingering to watch the inhabitants before moving on. Heimdall was away still, most likely stoically sitting at the tavern, drinking. Technically no one was allowed to come or go from the Bifrost still and so the guardian was away from his post. As the trickster's eyes moved over Midgard he paused, seeking out and finding the mortal Thor had gone through all the trouble for, the one who his mother died for.

Jane Foster appeared no more special than any other mortal to him. She was brilliant of course, had a fair visage as well, but she was much like Thor in that her endless optimism grated on his nerves. The mortal and his not-brother were a perfect match in that case, their foolish ideals which had no place in the universe, such as it was. What kept his eyes trained to Midgard though was not the scientist, but the girl who hovered around her.

Loki had yet to learn her name, but he remembered glimpses of her from when Thor was banished. He remembered this girl vaguely from his time in New York as well, someone among the crowd who was scared yet not confused, a person who knew of things outside their own world. She had been swept away in the panicked crowd before he could pluck her from it to question her about the Foster woman. He knew she would have had information for him about her.

And now here she was, bouncing around a small living quarters, chatting away to a boy near her own age if Loki had to guess, while Selvik and Thor's woman stared grimly over some papers. It seemed to the Asgardian that the young dark haired girl never sat still, always moving, always talking. She could be rather crude at times, but that only served to spark some faint amusement in Loki rather than distaste at her uncultured behavior.

"Ok, I'm heading to class. Jane, don't destroy anything. Erik, please keep your pants on, and intern, make sure they eat," the girl demanded, picking up various objects.

"Darcy, you don't need to treat us like children," Jane scolded, but rather distractedly. The young woman…Darcy…just gave a smile before patting her employer on the head.

"Whatever you say Jane, I'm off," she announced. Loki smiled to himself, preparing to let his gaze drift elsewhere as soon as Darcy left, but she paused beside the boy, grinning at him in a different way.

"See you later Ian," she whispered, giving him a rather chaste kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lip stain mark behind before she pranced out the door. The boy was grinning idiotically at the door while Loki glared down on him. Finally, after a moment to compose himself, he turned away. This boy, Ian, was not a welcome character in the former Prince's viewings of Midgard. Loki rather disliked him. The boy was dull and uninteresting and far too unexciting to be around someone as vibrant as Darcy. She was by far much more entertaining and Loki preferred that his entertainment not be dampened by the likes of that boy. He would only lessen the energy that Darcy seemed to exude all the time.

Perhaps he should pay another visit to Midgard in the near future. Odin was trapped in Odinsleep, hidden away where none but Loki knew. He could easily slip in and out of Asgard without being missed, despite having taken the Allfather's place. He knew that he wouldn't risk attacking Jane Foster or Dr. Selvik, but he could easily dispatch of the boy who didn't belong there. It would be easy to stage an accident for him, and humans were dull creatures. They couldn't detect magic and so would assume the boy had perished due to his own stupidity.

Yes, Loki could envision it easily. Slipping away to Midgard would only take a few moments. Set the trap, watch it succeed, perhaps meet Darcy and then slip away back to the Realm Eternal. Loki could do that effortlessly. Meeting Darcy made him all the more determined to carry through with his idea, but he would need to have a fully formed plan before he was ready to slip off. Patience and planning were his specialty and he knew better than to just charge in and slaughter the boy. No, he would plan carefully. Perhaps get close to Darcy and this Ian child before dispatching of the irksome creature. He would be a friend Darcy could console in, a balm to her wounds, if you will. Loki smiled to himself as he made his way back to the palace under the guise of an unassuming guard. Darcy would be a wonderful companion, Loki was sure of it.