Don't own. Although like everyone else, I wish Loki was mine.

"Alls I'm sayin' is that you cannot actually believe that blueberry are better than cherry." Darcy Lewis looked with utter disbelief at Jane.

Jane waved her concern away and just shrugged. "Darcy, we don't have time for this. It's time to leave. There is supposed to be another aurora tonight and I do NOT want to miss it. You know that I'm only in town for tonight and then I have to go back to New York for SHIELD."

"I know. You need some "Thor time". I get it." Darcy said, even though really she didn't because she hadn't been on a date in at least 6 months and hadn't slept with a guy in more than a year. She didn't want to be so picky, but when her friend Amanda got pregnant and an STD after too many one night stands, Darcy realized there was no point in random sex.

Jane looked at her and then sputtered. "It's not Thor time like that. Yes I miss him, but we also… we're seeing something for another world." Jane finished lamely.

"Sure. We can just move on so that you can feel more comfortable. Can I just say that I'd like to order myself a man from the sky. Please, whatever powers that be, send me my own one true love on a wormhole. Just like Jane got. I need some hot loving myself." Darcy dramatically yelled at the sky that was visible through the windshield.

Jane laughed. "I didn't wish for Thor. I did wish for the bridge though."

"Well, you got a wish and now I want mine. Why do we call it an Einstein Rosen bridge instead of just a worm hole?" Darcy asked, as she buckled her seatbelt.

"That's the scientific name. Worm hole is too…" Jane trailed off, thinking of the right word.

"1980s?" Darcy supplied.

"Yes. Exactly. Besides it not quite that simple anyway. I mean it's more than just a wormhole in the sense that you think of." Jane started going off and Darcy automatically tuned her out. She was beginning to wonder when she could put on her iPod without being rude, when Jane suddenly stopped speaking.

"What? Why is it early?" Jane slammed the brakes and quickly got out of the van. She ran toward the light. "Hurry. It doesn't look right either. Something is off…"

Darcy got out and ran toward Jane who was quickly approaching the whirling light and dust. This time it was red, a very clear, very crisp red, not like it had been previously.

"Uh…Jane, I'm not sure that we should be here. This is freaking scarier than last time!" Darcy held her flashlight tightly and looked around the desert.

"What? No. This is fine. It's just early. That's not unheard of when you're studying a new science." Jane said without much conviction as she looked up at the light.

"Ok, but don't get so close to it." Darcy pulled her friend back a little. "This may not be a direct line to Thorland like you're hoping. I mean, if he can travel that way, don't you think other people can too?"

Jane turned to look at her. "What? I mean, I guess so. I don't know, I hadn't thought that much beyond Asgard, but I suppose it would make sense. Thor did mention some race called the Frost Giants being able to travel on the bridge to earth."

"Exactly, so you should back up the train because this light is not the same. Ah, ho! I just made a rhyme. Train and same…well, they kinda rhyme."

"Fine." Jane agreed and was reluctantly letting Darcy help her away from the light. The light suddenly moved toward them, causing both women to jump back abruptly. Jane bumped into Darcy, causing her to lose her balance and fall toward the light. Jane followed close behind her, and they both fell together. Although, Jane seemed to fall in a slightly different direction. Darcy had landed with a thud, and couldn't help the groan that spilled out. She did a mental inventory, realizing that she was intact and gave a silent thanks to the heavens. The only noticeable injuries she did have were a few small , but deep gashes on her arms, and hands and one on her cheek.

Darcy's ears were ringing and the light was so bright that she had to squeeze her eyes shut in an effort to not go blind, when it finally ceased.

"Thank god, Jane. That was insane!" Darcy said, as she began to sit up. Silence greeted her, and then she heard a small moan from behind her. She turned slowly toward Jane sitting behind her…only when she finally turned to face her, it wasn't Jane. It was a man laying on the ground moaning softly. He was haggard looking, with long black hair and pale skin. His clothes were green and torn slightly, with dirt caked on in places. He'd obviously been through a lot in those clothes. Beside him sat a helmet, or it looked like a helmet. It had two huge horns on it. It looked heavier than hell.

Jane was nowhere to be seen.

"Uhm…hello dude." Darcy waved a little bit toward the man. Then she looked around to try to locate Jane. Not seeing Jane, she looked back to the man.

He was still, and Darcy was beginning to wonder if he was dead, until he suddenly reared up and grabbed her by the arms. He looked at her studying her features. From the top of her head to down to her toes. Darcy felt a completely inappropriate tingle go through her body when he checked her out. Then he looked past her to their surroundings.

"Midgard." He said with obvious disgust and a grimace.

"Yeah, well, you look like a hobo." Darcy said and tugged against his hold.

His attention flew back to her face, and she regretted saying anything. He smiled and it wasn't a nice smile, Darcy felt her previously tingly body chill at the sight. "I know not what a hobo is Human, however, by your tone, it seems to be derogatory." He squeezed her arms. He was bleeding rather profusely from cuts all over his body. It was seeping into Darcy's clothes, ruining her favorite jacket.

"Ouch. Could ya loosen the grip there he-man?" He looked at her square in the eye and the coldness there shocked her. She'd never seen someone that devoid of any emotion. A green emptiness.

"Why, Human?" He spat with disgust. "Why should I let you go? I should kill you."

"My name is Darcy, not Human. And why should you kill me? You don't want to do that. You don't even know where you are or what we do here on midengaurden." Darcy again tugged at his grip a little. Not wanting to alarm him too much, but still trying to break free.

"One doesn't need to know customs of a world to know that it should be destroyed." He said with a sneer.

"Well, I don't -" he jerked her up and off the ground as he stood up before she could say anything more. He pulled her to him, getting right in her face, and was about to yell at her when he promptly fell faint away and crumpled at her feet.

"Shit." Darcy stared at the man at her feet in disbelief. His blood had gotten all over her arms and clothing. What should she do now? An obviously crazy man was at her feet. Jane, meanwhile was nowhere to be seen. She was freaking out about that. Would she still get college credit if her boss went missing. Technically, they were working on the project when she disappeared, but still. She lost Jane and gained a crazy man. This day was turning out to be just peachy.

"Hey, mister." Darcy poked at the man that was now laying on her couch. She'd managed to drag him into the van and then somehow into the lab/café. Looking back, she really wasn't sure how. It was like something took over her body and gave her extra strength enabling her to move him. His helmet alone must weigh at least 50 pounds, and she carried that it too. Easily. She wasn't even winded. Maybe she was more fit that even she knew, but she seriously doubted that. Usually, she couldn't make it up the stairs without huffing at least a little bit. It must have just been the adrenaline. Whatever. She looked down and poked him again, a little more vigorously this time.

"Dumbass!" She shouted. Her frustration level was ridiculously high right now, and this wasn't helping. Although, maybe she should be happy that he was still sleeping. He seemed like an awfully grouchy guy. Judging by his previous attitude. Thinking that over, she got up and went to take a shower. There she discovered that she wasn't as badly injured as she thought. She would have sworn that there were deep gashes on both hands and small cuts up her arms. There was so much blood on her that it should indicate she was very badly injured. Unless of course the blood was also the crazy dude's. That must have been it. He bled on her and so she was covered in it. Because if she'd lost any significant blood, she would feel faint or something...or she should.

She put on a bra, a long t-shirt and some boy shorts before reaching for her cell phone and attempting to call Jane yet again. It went to her voicemail after a few rings, and Darcy debated leaving another message. She already left 9 so she decided to hang up and try again later.

She quietly padded out to the kitchen and got herself some ice cream. Tonight called for some serious fat food indulgence. Instead of scooping out a bowl for herself, she grabbed the entire container and sat on the counter staring at the sleeping man. Oddly enough, he looked sweet and vulnerable in sleep. Darcy felt herself being pulled toward him. She felt a need to sooth him, and reassure him that everything would be fine. There was something vulnerable about him, even though he didn't seem entirely sane. Although, one could argue that Darcy wasn't entirely all there mentally either. She definitely had her quirks. It bothered her that she viewed him as something other than the mean bastard that he clearly was, but alas, she did. She didn't dislike him, even though she figured that she should. He kept calling her "human" as if it were an insult. Oh well, he'd probably still be a jerk when he was awake and she'd decide she hated him. But that was for later, not now.

Of course, Darcy was a sucker for people in need. She would argue that she always went to people in need, much to her own annoyance later. Like the hitchhiker she picked up outside Sedona, who then proceeded to steal her wallet at a rest stop. She thought about other instances where she'd helped and been shit on, but she also remembered the times when people were so grateful they were moved to tears.

She remembered one man, a stranger, whom all she'd done was to hold his hand while his wife was in surgery. "Your kindness, ma'am. I have no idea what brought an angel into my life, but I thank you for it." He'd told her, with tears swimming in his eyes.

That is what brought her here. Her own dumbass big heart. Most people would have called SHIELD the very second this crazy train landed. But she couldn't. If they couldn't even be bothered to return her iPod, how would they treat a person? Besides she could always call later if he turned out to be a full on psychopath.

After eating a third of the container and making orgasmic noises as she enjoyed every single bite, she realized that he was awake. Her vocal orgasmic acting probably was what did it. She knew she shouldn't let herself enjoy the ice cream that much. It had been way to long since she'd had an actual orgasm, that she had to substitute with ice cream. Sad. She'd gotten really good at pretending. Especially making all the correct noises. It could have also been her previous boyfriend where she learned that particular skill.

The man was trying to be smooth and subtle, pretending that he was still sleeping, but she could see that he was more tense than he'd been before when he was truly asleep.

"It's chocolate chip cookie dough. Want some?" Darcy asked, indicating the ice cream container. This caused him to open his eyes. She ate a few more bites, moaning softly.

Finally, he turned his head to look fully at her, and just stared. His green eyes were cold, but she could tell that he wasn't completely disinterested in her.

"It's ice cream. It's good. Especially after the crap day we've had." She said.

"Day? Has it only been that long?" He asked drolly.

Darcy cocked her head to the side and waved her spoon at him. "Was that a joke, funny guy?" She broke out into a small laugh.

He slowly swung his feet around so that they were flat on the floor. "Cease with the grating noise." He said, but it didn't sound entirely convincing. He sounded tired. Bone tired and weary. Darcy felt her heart melt a little more at that. She knew that feeling too. She was used to feeling alone. Jane was her friend, but she was so absorbed in Thor and getting back to him, that they rarely talked beyond the social niceties. Not to mention that she was gone a lot on various projects, trying to locate said Thor. And Eric was long gone, working for shield on something. Whatever it was that she heard in his voice called to her, and she was couldn't resist. Darcy had always liked to sit a little too close to the fire, and she wasn't about to change that now.

"I'm a laugher. It reduces stress, you know, and increases your lifespan."

He turned his head to the side and glared at her. "I am immortal. Though I feel as if my head is being rendered in two. You will cease your infernal laughter."

That caused Darcy's grin to grow a little, which obviously pissed him off. Darcy could see the anger growing in his expression and she decided she should stop amusing herself at his expense. For the moment anyway.

"Sorry, dude. But if you're immortal, should you even have a headache? I thought you were indestructible."

"I am Loki." He said deeply, and with feeling. "I am not laughed at by one such as you."

"Loki…Thor's brother?" Darcy said with a crinkled brow. She suddenly remembered all the conversations they'd had with Thor. Apparently, Thor had seemed to like Loki, but mentioned that he had some mental issues. And was trying to kill him, and he lied to him. Seemed like pretty standard family drama to Darcy, except the killing part.

At the mention of Thor's name, Loki snarled and moved to stand up. He wasn't well enough yet, so he stumbled. Darcy ran to help him and caught him a moment before he would have crashed into her glass coffee table. It was then that Darcy felt his rage. Physically felt it shudder through her at his touch. How, she didn't know, but she could actually feel his rage. It was not a comfortable feeling.

"Ah, the prey coming toward the predator. Not a smart choice, Little One." He said quietly with malice. Darcy looked at him and swallowed audibly.

"You were going to fall." She said dumbly, feeling breathless from his rage and from being this close to him.

He narrowed his eyes and gave a mocking smile. "You would catch me? A slip of woman."

"I would try." She said mimicking his intonation. He did not appreciate her mocking and he twisted her around so that she was laying on the couch beneath him. His left hand moved to encircle her throat. He squeezed and Darcy began to panic.

"Do not mock me, little one. I have long been made the object of jokes and I do not appreciate it." He squeezed again. "I'd rather be feared than mocked."

Darcy began to tear up and whispered. "I'm sorry." Damn her soft heart. His grip on her throat relaxed, but his hand still encircled her throat. With his other hand he reached up and gently caught one of her tears on his finger, before moving his finger to his mouth to taste it.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I know what you mean about being a the butt of jokes. I am too. Everyone thinks I'm an idiot, and stupid, but I'm not. It doesn't stop them from laughing at my expense though." Darcy purposely relaxed her body and her mind, hoping that maybe somehow it would rub off on him. She even went so far as to mentally send calming waves his way. At this point, she was willing to try anything to make sure he didn't strangle her.

Something obviously worked because he relaxed his grip. However, he left his hand encircling her throat. His grip shifted to become more of a caress. His gaze moved from her hair down to her chin. Very slowly. He was appraising her, and Darcy somehow knew that he liked what he saw. At least that was in her favor. "I find that I can be overly sensitive at times. This may have been one of those times. I am curious, you didn't leave me in the desert. Why would you help me?" When he apologized, he spoke slowly as if it wasn't something he was used to doing.

"I don't know. I couldn't leave you there! I really can't explain it, but there was no way that I could leave you. I thought, why the hell not? Besides, I would have felt guilty. Why shouldn't I help you? Anyone with compassion would have helped. And I have compassion, unlike some people." Darcy hedged, not giving a complete answer, because even she wasn't sure why she had felt so completely compelled to help him. "I was under a lot of stress at that exact moment. Maybe it fucked with my brain."

"Ah, Little One. Would you consider being banished from your home and falling through the eternal realms stressful?" His fingers were gently rubbing along the marks that his hands had left on her throat. The caress was leaving her a little too flustered for her comfort. Especially since he just tried to strangle her. You weren't supposed to be physically attracted to a man that had only moments ago tried to strangle you.

"I think going to the mall is stressful. So, I'm going to have to go with yes, that would be stressful." Darcy licked her lips in nervousness, and was slightly shocked when his gaze followed the movement. He stared at her now glistening lips for a moment before moving his gaze back to her eyes. His pupils were larger, and she could feel certain parts of his body hardening. She hadn't meant to draw his attention to her full lips, but now she couldn't help but want to kiss him. This had to be a psychotic break or something for her, wanting him.

"I'm starvin'. I could make you something to eat." Darcy offered, trying to distract herself. She wasn't really comfortable with her growing urge to kiss the crap out of Loki.

He continued to stare at her for a moment, before capitulating. "I do need sustenance. I would like to try ice cream. You were making the most interesting sounds while you were consuming it. It seemed to be highly enjoyable."

Darcy's eyes widened and she felt a blush creep up her neck and cheeks. To her surprise Loki gave her a devilish grin. He knew what he said.

"You were supposed to be sleeping, you perv!" Darcy faked indignation and tried to slide out from under him. But he was heavy and completely in control of whether or not she was going to be able to stand up.

He ignored her movements, and his smile grew. He should have looked downright evil, and he probably did to most people. Not to her though. Perversely, she liked his crazed smile.

She gave a small movement again, and felt leather come in contact with her upper thighs. It was then that she realized that in their tussle, her t-shirt had moved up past her thighs, exposing her boy shorts. As if reading her mind, Loki moved his gaze to her legs and exposed panties. From his profile, she could see his jaw clench. She moved her free arm toward the hem of her shirt, and was getting ready to attempt to pull it down, when Loki's hand moved from her cheek to brush again her underwear clad hip.

"Don't, Little one." He spoke quietly, in a tight whisper. "I rather like the scenery as it is now." He said and again, Darcy could feel the underlying emotion in the words. He was serious, teasing, and turned on all at the same time. It was odd this connected feeling she shared with him, she was beginning to think that she was the crazy one.

"Tell me again why you carried a God to safety, when I'd just threatened to kill you? And please, don't lie to me this time." He squeezed her hip gently, and moved his other hand to cup her cheek. It frightened Darcy how amazing his touches felt.

She swallowed, "I honestly don't know. Like I said, I just did. I felt like I had to. I couldn't leave you." She shook her head a little. "It felt weird. Like I felt you. I know that's crazy, but after I touched you, I felt you laying there. Like I could feel your essence. I knew that I couldn't go without you. I'd have ended up returning for you later if I tried. So, I just thought fuck it, I better do it now and get it over with. I…even now I would help you. I feel like we're connected somehow. It makes no sense, but I do."

His hand on her hip moved a little and she felt his fingers playing with the edge of her panties. "Yes, we are connected. It's a mystery then. Again, I thank you for your assistance." He sighed as he let one of his fingers slide inside her panties. She could feel his fingers against her hip and she immediately felt herself growing damp. And uncomfortable - she should NOT be turned on by him. How well did she know him anyway. She'd learned her that lessons the hard way and didn't have one night stands anymore.

"I'm really into the idea of fair play. And it seems awfully unfair that I'm the only showing some skin here." Darcy said, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes flew to hers. The raw lust in his eyes, shocked her. Never in her life had anyone ever looked at her that way. Never with this level of need. It was almost frightening what she saw there. Yes, men had wanted her, but not to the degree that Loki was now looking at her.

"I fear that you would run were I to get up and disrobe." Loki said seriously. He was probably right, she would flee. This wasn't normal. Their reaction to each other.

"Probably, but eh, I had to try." She said honestly. "I don't really know what is going on here. You're beyond sexy in that brooding bad boy way, but I don't normally just sleep with men that I only just met. Not since freshman year anyway."

He looked down at her chest, considering his next words, and also to look at her boobs Darcy thought.

"I could force you, and make you find pleasure as well." He told her coldly as he brought his head up to look directly into her eyes. He was serious. Darcy could feel the truth in the words, and she had no doubt that he could force her, should he choose. This was the Loki that she'd heard and read about, she didn't like him much.

She swallowed nervously. "Yes, you could. But, please don't. Why would you steal something that I will probably be willing to give you if you can just wait a little while. Patience, buddy."

His hand moved, and his fingers trailed further toward her mound. He paused when he reached her trimmed hair, and he shifted to place all his weight on her. Darcy could feel him though his clothes, and he really did want her. The evidence was poking her in the abdomen. His head dropped and he placed a gentle kiss on the part of her neck exposed by her t-shirt. Darcy held her breath entire time.

Then he was gone. His weight was removed from her in the blink of an eye, and she heard the bathroom door slam, then water going on. She was breathing heavily, from tension and an aching sexual need. A need she had no idea how to handle.

A/N: This is my first fanfic in forever. Suggestions, ideas, constructive criticism are more than welcome. Actually please, send them my way and review. I'm not totally sure where this is headed. But if people review and are reading it, I promise to finish it for you!