Again, I'm still new at writing fanfiction. Please review, give some constructive criticism. This is a Loki/Darcy fic. It starts at the battle in the Avengers movie, except Loki has begun to fight with the Avengers. R & R!
"I can't die like this! I wanted to die a valiant death! Not by running around New York City like a headless chicken!" Darcy screeched as she avoided more falling debris. New York City was collapsing, and it was all thanks to Loki, the God of bloody Mischief. You know, I don't understand why taking over the world is so appealing if you are going to destroy it to begin with. Does Loki not understand that there will be nothing left to rule?
Darcy quickly ran into a dark alley and whipped out her phone to call Jane.
"Darcy! Oh god, where are you?!" Jane practically exploded.
Laughing, Darcy replied "Oh, I don't know, maybe in the middle of the god forsaken city trying to save myself! What the hell is going on? Why hasn't Loki been stopped?"
"Loki isn't the problem anymore. Apparently he was blessed with some sort of epiphany that ruling the Earth isn't his hearts desire. He's fighting with us now. But the enemy is overpowering Loki and Thor right now. Tony is… well, I have no idea where Tony is. The hulk is out smashing away, and I really don't know where Natasha or Clint are located at. Go to your apartment Darcy, and don't leave!" Jane ordered.
"You don't have to tell me twice. I'm outta here. But the only problem is that I have no idea how to get back in one piece. Buildings are practically falling from the sk… JESUS!" yelped Darcy as she avoided a truck being thrown at the wall. Damn, that's a big truck blocking my way. I need to get out.
Running down the alley, Darcy reached a dead end. Shit. Oh god. I'm trapped. "I can't get out, I can't get out…" Darcy chanted.
"What do you mean you can't get out? Where are you? I'll send Thor to get you. Or Tony. Darcy, what's going on?"
Tears silently fell down Darcy's face. She had the longest day and all she wanted was a damn drumstick and a nice warm bed. But here she was, trapped in an alley with nowhere to run.
"Jane… I don't really know where I am. I'm in an alley. A huge as hell truck is blocking the entrance. I can't get out. Try to get Thor. Maybe his macho muscles can yank the dumb truck out of the way," Darcy groaned. How very Darcy-like to be stuck in an alley while the world is practically ending.
"Darcy, I'm going to call Tony. I have no idea how to reach Thor. Hang on. Can you tell me how any of the buil-" Beep beep beep.
Looking down, Darcy's mouth was left agape as she realized her phone was dead. Smashing her phone into the wall, she shrieked in frustration. She was trapped in a damn alley, with a dead phone. No way out now. Perfect.
Running a hand over her face, Darcy glanced up in the sky just to realize that the alley seemed to be shaking. The alley was collapsing. Running to the entrance, she tried to climb over the massive truck with no luck. She only had seconds before her imminent death. There was only one solution left…
"HELP ME! SOMEONE! PLEASE, GET ME OUT, GET ME OUT, GET ME OUT!" Hollered Darcy. The following screams were almost of a distressed animal. The ground began to shake faster, and Darcy closed her eyes. Goodbye, Earth…
Arms. That's all Darcy felt next. Thin, but muscular arms caged her in as the alley caved in. Suddenly, Darcy was pushed into the ground and the arms around her tightened more, if that was even possible. Darcy was positive that her scream could be heard through all of New York.
"Darcy! Keep your eyes closed for me. Just keep your eyes closed," a soft voice whispered in her ear.
Shutting her eyes, Darcy coiled her body even tighter to her savior above her. Once the rumbling ended, she slowly opened her eyes. A weird, but majestic looking blue circle was surrounding her. Looking at her saviors face, she realized Loki had placed a shield around them as the alley collapsed all around them.
"Wha-?"
"Are you okay? Have you been injured?" Loki frantically questioned.
"No! No. What the hell just happened? Did you just save my life? Oh my god, thank you Loki. How did you find me? Forget it! I don't care how you found me. Thank you." Darcy threw her arms around Loki's neck and pulled herself to him. Loki firmly wrapped his left arm around her waist and hoisted her up.
Quickly scanning his eyes over her body, he was relieved to find her in perfect condition, save a few scratches that would heal within days. Looking into her eyes, he noticed her relief and fear. Fear for either the chaos that ensued outside this alley, or fear from him, he did not know. Nor did he care at that moment. Pulling his right arm around her, he transported them both to her apartment.
"Do not worry yourself for the battle that is outside. The situation is under control. In fact, we have already won. I believe the man by the name of Tony Stark threw a massive type of bomb at the enemy's source of power. You have no need to worry yourself over the world ending." Loki explained as he set her down on the couch and smoothed her hair out.
"Why did you save me?" Darcy bluntly asked.
"This was all my fault. I will have no blood on my hands just because I had a selfish need to rule this realm. I apologize for the harm I have caused this planet. I will accept whatever consequence follows this selfish act. Forgive me for causing you such fear. You deserve none of this," Loki silently admitted.
Guilt ate at Loki's soul. His hands trembled as he saw the city outside. Hundreds of people have given up their lives for his immaturity. After looking at how Thor acted around Jane, Loki realized that mortals were not as low as Loki thought them to be.
Just as he was about to fight of another enemy, Loki heard her.
Her plea for help.
Loki instantly shut his eyes and transported himself to the sound of distress. Looking at the young lady, he identified her to be of Jane's closest friend. Darcy. Sweet, beautiful Darcy.
Now, here she was in his arms, trembling, and scathed. Her beauty rendered him from keeping coherent thoughts on how to heal her. However, after regaining his composure, Loki placed both hands on either side of her face and slowly shut his eyes.
"What the hell is even happening?! Loki, you need to go ahead and place your hands off of my fac- oh."
Warmth coursed through Darcy's body, and after collecting her thoughts, she realized that Loki had closed all of her opened wounds. He cured her within seconds.
After opening his eyes, Loki grinned. Placing a soft kiss on Darcy's forehead, he bid her farewell.
"No, wait, Loki," Darcy began.
But he was already gone.
What the hell?