A/N: I don't own them, I play with them. Established Tasertricks, First Thor story. Please Review!
Darcy Lewis scoffed at her giant plasma screen television. She watched, dismayed at Elizabeth Swann's ambitious burning of Jack Spar-sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow's rum stash. She popped another kernel of popcorn in her mouth with a disappointed sigh. "What a waste!"
"Of time? Yes, I warned you that I prefer the reading of these tales, rather than watching someone's profit-turning rendition of them, but you insisted on my presence."
"Not that, Lok! The Rum! Look at all that sweet, beautiful rum she's just throwing away like week-old Shawarma!"
Loki shook his head. "I don't find absinthe as appealing as you do, Darcy. Nevertheless, I agree that it would be a waste to burn it." He waved his hand and Darcy's jaw dropped as the jug in Keira Knightley's hand disappeared and reappeared in his grasp. Brushing off some of the dust and sand caked onto the container, he pulled the cork out of the top. Hesitantly, he moved it under his nose and pulled away with a start. "It's petroleum."
Darcy grinned. "So, it's the good stuff! Hand it over!"
He moved it from out of her reach. "No, I mean that it is petroleum; of the utmost caliber. Drinking this would rapidly eat away at your stomach, killing you instantly."
"Oh," she said, disappointed and then confused.
"I imagine it is used to augment the flame she had started."
"On the movie set?" Darcy laughed. "I thought you could pull it from the story, not the set!"
Loki frowned, hating to be the brunt of any joke. "I can do anything I wish to."
"So, you could change all that gas into rum for me?"
"I could," he boasted proudly, "but I see no incentive for me to do so."
She smiled seductively and ran into the other room, shouting, "I'll be right back."
He waited curiously as she ran back into the room wearing the sultriest looking pirate vixen costume he had ever laid eyes on.
A wicked grin of approval spread across his face and he waved his hand over the jug, turning it into a stein full of rum. "Your drink, my lady."
"So," Darcy drawled out, a couple of sheets to the wind, barely holding onto her half-empty glass. "If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you take with you?"
He sighed. "I would take my magic and nothing more."
"What about me?" Darcy pouted.
He smirked. "I assumed you were already there, having chosen me as one of your provisions."
"Wow!" she said with an unbelievable smile. "Way to boost your own ego, huh?"
"What of you? What would you chose to possess on such a desolate landmass?"
"Um…my iPod…my charger…"
"How would you restore its power when it runs out?"
She glared at him. "We're going to assume this island has electricity and outlets."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it does. Regardless, that's two things already. Choose your final item wisely."
"…and Tom Hiddleston!"
Loki frowned. "Why, by the Nines, would you choose that pathetic mortal to accompany you?"
She smiled dreamily. "He's so pretty..."
"And, how would these three things benefit you?"
"When I need entertainment, I'd use my iPod and when I need some…better entertainment, I'd use him."
Now Loki was scowling. "And he'd assist you in leaving the island?"
"Why leave?" She asked, looking appalled by the thought. I'd be on an island with Tom…Hiddleston!"
He glared at her and snapped his magical fingers, sending her from the room.
"Loki!" Darcy yelled, stewing at the laughter that echoed in the air.
'That bastard', she thought, standing on a beach with her hands on her hips.
She couldn't help roll her eyes in indignation as she watching a caveman try to start a fire for a volleyball.
"Damn it, Loki, I said Hiddleston, not Hanks!"
