Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize.

AN: I know… I know I should be writing my other stories instead of this right now, but they all need some planning and I'm really too wired up for that at the moment, so instead I decided to have a little movie marathon… and as always I just can't stop rooting for the almost bad guys so here we go again.

Oh and there's no specific time that all this takes place, so let's just roll with whatever comes out of it okay?

"Are we supposed to follow him?" Darcy directed her squinted eyes from Thor's broad shoulders to Jane.

Jane threw her a quick, visibly apologetic look, before practically flying after her blonde giant.

"Okay then, team Earth to the rescue," Darcy gave out a salute, before starting to follow the hard steps that led the way to the back of the castle-looking building. Well it probably was one. At least it looked like it should have been. Although then again absolutely every little thing in this realm somehow looked majestic... to the point that it was actually turning out to be quite annoying.

She snorted out loud thinking that if she closed her eyes she could probably smell the royalty and power that all jumbled up together made the air inside that place not so easy to breathe.

They had been there for what felt like a few short minutes, but according to Jane it had been at least a day already. A day full of running and hiding that is.

Yeah, sure, being up here (or down here? she couldn't even tell anymore) was interesting and she was gawking at everything and everyone with an open mouth, but it was nevertheless altogether too much for her to handle. Her life down on Earth was messed up enough, there really was no need to add to the craziness by coming here where the war was still going strong.

But Jane had insisted and like always she just couldn't say no to her. After all she was her best friend, as well as her boss, not to mention those big puppy-dog eyes and promises of it being worth the trouble.

Leaving her thoughts for a second, Darcy stopped on the doorway, just in time to see Thor lay down his unconscious and heavily bleeding brother. At least that was what he called him. To her he was the meanest brick she had ever had the displeasure to meet.

Loki had literally sneered down at her when they had been getting ready to leave the Earth, which by the way was not so hard to do as she was really short and he really tall, and said, "I did not know we were taking excess trash with us, I would have acquired a thing or two."

"Loki," Thor had warned, but Darcy had been quicker.

"Was that the best you could come up with? I must have misheard about you having a silvertongue," she had smirked right in his smug face.

Loki's eyes had gleamed with outrage, but before he had had the chance to say something back, the bright light coming from the sky had pulled them all in.

And that was also the exact moment that all hell broke loose.. Or rather all of Asgard. Thor had yelled at her and Jane to run and hide, while his hammer had worked its way through some really awful looking beings.

And so they did.

I had been a long battle, until finally the monsters were all down… each and every single one.

Darcy didn't exactly cheer when she saw Loki fell on his knees as a spear plunged through his stomach, but she surely hadn't been moping either- unlike Thor, who had literally looked like a sad kitten.

Standing on the doorway a little while later, not knowing whether to enter or not, she took in the heavy looks that were passed between Jane and Thor.

In any other situation she would have said something witty about the broken and bleeding God in front of them, but somehow it felt wrong. Well it was actually quite obvious why it was wrong… Loki was about to die.

"There must be something I can do," Thor paced around the room, by the looks of it thinking so hard that his hair must have hurt.

Jane and Darcy both kept quiet. What was there to say anyways? Sorry, Thor, for losing your ass of a brother? A guy who had done nothing but bad, to all of us… And all that for what exactly? For Fun? Power? Boredom? Seriously, dude, we're all better off this way...

"Maybe there's someone here," Thor suddenly stopped in the middle of the room, turning his full and calculating attention to Jane, "someone who knows healing magic."

Jane nodded, surely not knowing what to say to that.

"Will you…" Thor started, but mid-sentence turned his head to Darcy, "stay here with him, until we come back with help."

"Eeh.." Darcy's eyes flashed to the seemingly dead body. Nope, that was so not in the travelling brochure. Hell no!

Yet, evan as she wanted to protest, she simply couldn't say no, "Yeah sure."

"Thank you, Darcy, I will forever be in your debt," Thor took her hand for a fraction of a moment before hurrying out, Jane quickly following behind him. It had been a pure look of sincerity. A look that had made her grimace her face for all the bad things she had ever thought about the God of Mischief and Lies.

Well, shit.

"I guess it's just the two of us… excess trash and God of a…" Darcy started while walking toward the bed, but stopped before she got to the end. Now looking at him from so close, she was suddenly speechless.

Her eyes were drawn to the bloody rag that had lived up his usefulness. Darcy looked around for something, anything, to replace it with. Yet, the only thing she managed to find was a tiny towel thingy from the bathing chamber.

As she got back to the bed, she could have sworn it was somehow bigger. Like she couldn't even reach Loki, without having to climb next to him first.

"I'm not being paid enough for this," she almost closed her eyes as her fingertips made their way to the bloody mess, "actually I'm not paid at all."

"Ew-ew-ew," Darcy shook with disgust as she threw the blood-soaked rag to the floor.

Where was all that blood even coming from? As he was still fully dressed, Darcy couldn't really even see the wound that had been so fatal.

"I guess you don't mind," she talked out loud again for no real reason, as her hands reached for the zipper that ran across his chest.

Whoah, he was deliciously lean, yet also muscular underneath it.

Wait what? Her eyes shot wide- had she really just described a part of him as being delicious?

No, no I didn't, she assured herself while pressing the clean towel onto his well-defined abs.

Even as she tryied not to ogle at him, her eyes raked his body once again, this time stopping on his heart. Did it even beat? Was she actually nursing a corpse?

Without thinking her left hand slid up to his chest, trying to feel a heartbeat.

Much to her surprise, it actually was there.

The surprising part was of course the fact that he even had a hart. But that was actually a thought for another time. A time where she wouldn't feel so guilty about it. You're doing this for Thor! Big and lovable God of Thunder!

Right now she knew that she needed to continue doing whatever it was that kept him alive.. at least until Thor and Jane got back to free her from this task from hell.

Absentmindedly her palm was still resting against his naked and strangely cold skin. "Tick-tock," Darcy thought along with his slowly beating heart… until there was only a tick and lots of silence.

"Oh no, shit.. Oh god. No-no, not yet you sorry little bastard of a God," she rambled on, unsure of what to do next. How in the right mind could she ever look Thor in the eyes again if she knew that his brother had been alive and she had just let him slip away without doing a thing.

"It's just CPR," she said to herself, or Loki, if for some reason he was still able to hear.

Biting her lip hard enough for it to hurt, she inched closer. It wasn't the pumping her hands against his chest part that made her wince in advance, it was the mouth-to-mouth part.

"Okay then," she took in a large breath, before opening his mouth a bit and then leaning in to close her lips around his.

Nothing.

She did it again, this time with more force.

Still there was no movement on his part.

"You're really going to just lay here and let a human trash like me touch you like this?" she muttered, panic burning through her veins.

It was probably useless, but she had to try again.

His heart didn't move, not even slightly. But his mouth did. It held on to hers in vigorous way that made it impossible for her to not respond.

His tongue danced against hers, making her lady-parts chant "We want more!"

She was so lost in the moment that the little fact that he was supposed to be dead, or at the very least close to death, had totally slipped her mind.

"Take off your shirt," a seductive voice commanded.

That's when the trance of his kiss started to wear off. It had obviously been Loki's voice, but no way had his mouth said it. It had been way too busy sucking on hers to even try something like that.

In an instant her head snapped back, gazing around in horror.

And that's when she saw him, totally unharmed, sitting close by in a chair that hadn't been there before. Nor had he been there before for that matter, or that annoying smirk of his.

"What the hell?" Darcy demanded, her eyes going back and forth between the slowly fading Loki on the bed and the obviously real one across the room.

"Sorry, did you care for more? I can bring him… myself… back," he said giving Darcy a dirty wink.

"It was all a joke?" Darcy whispered unbelievingly.

"Well, yes indeed. Did you not find it amusing?" he asked in an innocent voice.

"No." It came out as a growl. "Definitely not. Who does something like that?"

"I guess I will have to try to outdo myself next time. But right now you can just show yourself out, human," his gaze was as icy as it was provoking.

Darcy threw him a glance just as cold, before her feet touched the floor. Not like she had planned on staying.

Wishing she'd never applied for the intern job, she hurried past him. His heavy gaze definitely accompanying her all the way to the door. God of Assholes.

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