Chapter 1
Darcy Lewis sighed. Where in the world was Jane? How was she gonna get home? Her iPod was nearly dead, too. Ugh, fine. The subway it is. She pulled up the map on her phone. She could risk using the last 10% for this. Ok, Coney Island to her apartment in Forest Hills…. Crap. Only one subway line took that route, and it was a long one. At least an hour and a half. Fine. Darcy hoisted up her giant teddy bear and started walking to the subway stop.
Of course, Thor and Jane had left her. Since they had moved their base of operations to New York, Thor had visited a couple of times, trying to make up for ignoring her for two years, Darcy would guess. He insisted on being shown "Midgardian wonders". Tonight, that meant Coney Island. Which was awesome.
Darcy couldn't help but be a little jealous. Seriously, how were they so cute? She was sure they could tell, too. Well, the giant teddy bear in her arms proved Thor at least tried to make it up to her with this. It's not like the hammer game was hard for him, of course. So, one teddy for her and one for Jane. But her heart still hurt a little.
Ian was gone. He had been left back in London. They'd really only gone on 3 dates. They had not been great. And so, alone again. Great. She was lonely. Well, she always had her fanfics. Reading them made her feel better. Writing them made her feel worse. Every one she wrote just seemed to be about how lonely SHE was, projecting that onto characters. But she couldn't stop. The ideas just came to her.
It was the last one of the day, so the subway wasn't crowded at all. She sat down with her bear next to her. Just before the doors closed, a man stepped in. Well, he was cute. Darcy watched as he sat across from her. Black hair a little long, but not too long. Brilliant green eyes. All black suit. Somehow, he gave off a vibe of green, though. He wasn't wearing any, but he just felt green. And those cheekbones… He noticed her and smirked. Oh, no. She may be outgoing, but still an introvert. She quickly started looking at her phone.
She glanced at the man's briefcase. Black, again, but with his initials on a bronze plate: "LOM" She wondered what his name was. In fact, now that she thought about it, he reminded her of the Loki she had seen on TV. Unlike Jane and Erik, she had never met the God of Mischief. She had seen him on TV when he attacked New York, but the cameras never got a good look. He certainly could fit the description Jane had given her, though. Well, handsomer. She wondered, what if...
What if...