Disclaimer: I don't own Thor or it's characters; They belong to Marvel. Me no own. Just playing with the characters here. ;) Half of this story was done by TaleweaverNLM. Thanks!

A/N: Aaaaand I am back with another RP turned collab, this time I've been working with my friend TaleweaverNLM over at deviantART. This collab is a Marvel Thor one with the characters Loki, Darcy (Tasertricks FTW!) Jane and Thor. And can I just say, it's been a blast! Now, we're posting this story independently, meaning she's posting it to her Archive Of Our Own account, while I'm posting it to my FanFiction account. So don't fret if you see it in both places! We agreed we wanted to do this, AND edit it in our own ways, so you might notice differences between her version and mine if you end up reading both. :)

Also, if anyone is looking for a Tasertricks RP, I'm your woman! PM me, I'd be more than happy to discuss something! So without further ado, enjoy the start of this little ficlet of fun!

Déjà Vu

He landed with a harsh lurching of bones, and a face full of sand. Dazed, Loki stayed there on the sand, trying to regain his senses. He was a mess, his once immaculate armor was torn and ripped away in places. His feet were bare, blistered and cracked, he didn't relish the thought of standing any time soon. But he couldn't just lay out in the open.

With a groan, he forced himself to his knees, looking around, trying to figure out just where he had ended up. He had followed the magic signature, but had no doubt that his own weak and erratic magic had thrown him off. Not far from him, he could see what appeared to be some sort of building, though in the darkness it looked like nothing more than a hard edged shadow. There was another shadow not far off, and closer to him.

Recognizing the strange shape, he cursed, reaching out for the natural magic of the planet. He cursed again, "Of all places... It would be Midgard..."

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Darcy had long since fallen asleep in her chair while Jane was messing with her new supposedly magic doo-hicky that S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her to play with. It was late, she was tired, and had given up trying to get Jane to retire to the comforts of something akin to a bed. But the sudden blaring of some gizmo or another jerked her wide awake. "What's happening?" She asked blearily, trying to clear the fog of exhaustion from her being.

Jane had been working tirelessly on the item S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her when one of her computers started going off. She hopped up and immediately checked it, then rechecked it, and checked it again. "Something just changed outside. I don't know what, but my scanners picked up an anomaly outside just now." She grabbed her flashlight and went for the door. "Come on, Darcy! I don't want to miss whatever it is!"

"What if it's not friendly?" Darcy grabbed her own flashlight and followed behind the redhead. "Whatever it is it's probably as tired as I am so maybe we shouldn't disturb it."

Loki let loose another stream of curses in multiple languages as he fell back to the sand. He had made it to his feet, but every time the small particles were dug into the soles of his feet his knees would give out and back into the sand he went. He froze, as the sound of frantic footsteps caught his attention.

"Seriously, Jane! Remember the last time we ran out in the dark in the middle of no where when your thingies started screaming at us?" She huffed and followed closely behind the other woman. "You ran over a god."

"And you tased a god."

"Yes I did." The brunette replied proudly, but then shook her head. "That's not the point! We could have been killed. Like really dead, intestines hanging out of our eyeballs, our asses torn asunder."

"For one," Jane started with a roll of her eyes. "That's really gross, Darcy. And two, I'm kinda impressed you used asunder correctly." She glanced at the younger girl with a slight smile, even if she was grossed out by the girl's statement. "Anyway, we weren't, and we won't be this time." She paused for a second as they got deeper into the inky darkness outside. "You did bring your taser, right?"

"Like a fat kid brings food." She already had it in her hands.

No.. No it couldn't be, there were no doubt many Midgardians named Jane on this planet, the Norns did not hate him that much...oh who was he trying to fool, of course they did. He scrambled to his feet, cursing but refusing to fall again. Despite this, he couldn't help but smirk at the other woman's remarks. Asses ripped asunder, indeed.

He managed a few stumbling steps forward, hopefully away from the two mortals, not that he could tell in his current state. It was terribly difficult to see with a black eye normally, let alone at night.

"Shh! I think something moved over there!" Jane whispered, pausing as she swept her flashlight back and forth until the beam of light hit something that looked very much like a tall man. "Um, hello?" She asked a bit meekly, her earlier bravery wavering just the tiniest bit. It wasn't Thor, that much she could tell, but she didn't know who could have set off her computers.

"We're Americans!" Darcy said loudly, hoping that would be a good enough statement that they weren't evil terrorists or something along the lines of that.

"I really don't think that'll help us, Darce." Jane muttered. She cleared her throat and stepped a little closer, but paused when she got a good look at the man.

Darcy stepped up beside her and flashed her own light on him, then stared in awe. "Whoa! Dude, you're like, blue. I mean literally, are you okay?" She'd never seen a blue man before, at least off of TV. She was pretty sure no movies were being made here of all places. New Zealand was a much better place to make movies at than New Mexico.

Loki winced at the sharp light, a sharp pain shearing through his brain, a painful reminder of a headache. He staggered, tying to shake the spots from his one good eye. It took him a moment to realize what the shorter woman had said, aside form yelling 'We're Americans!'

In shock, he lifted his hand up to his face, the new light, though still causing his head to pound, did indeed reveal the blue skin and markings that made his natural skin. He swallowed dryly, his mind still foggy, all he manages on the spot is, "Ah... I appear... I-I am, at the present...blue..." He shook his head again, wrapping his arms around himself subconsciously. "You don't have to look... so worried..."

He tries for his usual charming smirk, but the effect is hampered by his split lip. "I mean no harm, myself... though you may not wish to touch the...uh...blue..."

Now with both lights shining on him and after hearing him speak, Jane and Darcy both could see that he was injured, and badly. "Oh my gosh, you're hurt, we need, we need to get you to a doctor." Jane said, going to take a step forward.

"What are we going to tell them? He got beat up at a rave? Jane, look at him, he's solid blue. And last I checked, there are no raves going on here to explain away why he might be painted blue. Trust me, I literally checked earlier tonight." Darcy grumbled the last bit. Shaking her head, she looked at Jane. "Do you really want to bring SHIELD down here again?"

"No, not...really." Jane said, remembering the first encounter with S.H.I.E.L.D. after running over Thor. "But we can't leave him out here."

"Then back to the Bat Cave!" Darcy stepped forward, smiling at the man sweetly. "We'll take care of you. But if you try anything, I'll tase your blue ass." She waved her taser in front of his face. "It worked on the god of Thunder."

He barely stopped the flinch at the mention of S.H.I.E.L.D. and his brother, hoping the girls didn't catch his reactions to the names. Vaguely, he wondered what a 'rave' was and how it would explain him being blue.

Looking at the small device, and the girl's smiling face, Loki couldn't help it, he laughed. He winced almost immediately after at the jarring of his ribs, but he had laughed none the less. Both at the young woman, and the thought of such a small thing taking out his dear, pig headed brother.

"I think I'm going to like you... My dear..."

Jane didn't know how to react when he laughed at Darcy. She just shook her head and stepped closer. "You'll have to forgive her, she needs special help." She said, looking at Darcy like she was crazy. She was way too proud of the fact she tased Thor. Looking back to the man, she took a deep breath then shifted and pointed to where they were staying. "Do you think you can walk that far?"

"He's going to have to, we can't exactly carry him." Darcy responded dryly, but still she stepped over to help him stay upright. "Just hold onto us for support. It's not that far of a walk, then you can get off your feet while we fix you up." She idly wondered if they were going to have enough bandages and gauze with how bad he looked and sounded.

Though he leaned slightly away from the woman by his side he nodded to Jane. "There is no need to apologize. I find her... refreshing, and as she said... I will have to." He pulled his arms closer to himself. "I am unsure if you would be... unharmed... by contact with my skin, it is quite... cold..."

Jane looked him over, wondering how skin could be so cold it hurt someone to touch it. "Well, let's just get you inside and we'll worry about that when we get that far." She nodded to Darcy and then started to head toward the lab. "If you feel like you're going to fall, just grab onto one of us."

"Preferably not our boobs or butts because then you will be tased." Darcy said, staying close to him despite his attempts to lean away from her.

"Darcy!" Jane said, exasperated with the younger woman. "Really not necessary. I think I need to revoke your taser privileges."

"I have a right to bear arms in this country and I will not relinquish my weapon of choice!" Darcy said a little haughtily with a smirk while she adjusted her glasses.

Loki staggered along behind them, forcing himself not to flinch as each step dug more sand into his feet. Even if he were to fall, he would not risk harming ether woman. He had to swallow a chuckle at the brunette's words, yes, he was going to get along with her greatly... Hopefully anyway.

"I would never... be ... so vulgar as to do... such a thing." He said with a smirk, his attempt at a joke marred by the slight shadow of pain in his eyes, digging his fingers into some of the ruined leather scraps that remained from his armor.

Jane smiled weakly, at least he wasn't as bothered by Darcy than most people. When they were close to the lab, she hurried over and opened the door. "Darcy, take him over to that couch, I'm gonna round up everything we're going to need from the RV. You get what you can find in here." She said, hurrying toward the RV and hoping they had everything they were going to need.

"Wait, you can't leave me alone with him! I don't know what he's going to need." She grabbed Jane's arm and looked at her. "What am I supposed to get? Warm water? Towels?"

Jane wanted to hit Darcy sometimes. "Darcy! He's not having a baby, just find something to help clean him up." She said, looking at the man apologetically before rushing toward the RV.

"To be fair, in that book I read, Loki gave birth to that crazy eight legged horse, so he could in theory be pregnant if he's from the same place as Thor." Darcy responded over her shoulder as she tried her best to usher the man inside.

"Darcy!"

Loki nodded his thanks, carefully sitting on the couch, leaning his arms on his knees to try and keep any blood from his back getting onto it. He ignored the girl's remark on the origins of Sleipnir, cursing whoever had started that blasted rumor. "I would not refuse a simple glass of water, but I can assure you no one is giving birth tonight."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of his own bloodied footprints on the floor, he winced slightly, a dark blue dusting his cheeks. "Ah, I apologize... I seem to have, well..." He nodded to the trail.

Darcy looked at him, a little confused why he was apologizing before following his gaze. "Wow, your blood is black? That's awesome." She said, before looking at him and shaking her head. "Don't worry, nothing a little peroxide won't clean up, if your blood is anything like ours." She went toward the kitchen area and got a glass of water, then got some paper towels, figuring they were going to be cleaning up a lot of blood.

Returning to the couch, she held the glass out for him to take. "The ice machine is broken so no ice, sorry." She said, before eyeing him and wondering where to even begin.

Jane hurried in about then, arms full of bandages and gauze and a bottle of alcohol to clean his wounds with. "This is all I could find. We'll have to go to the store tomorrow to pick up more if it's not enough."

"We're gonna need peroxide for blood stains. Although black blood stains is kinda cool so we could keep them if you wanted." Darcy suggested, grinning at Jane while she took some of the products from her arms.

Taking the glass in a slightly shaky hands, he gave her a wane smile. "No need to worry." He held the cup up slightly, revealing the frost crawling across the glass. He eyed the items the other woman had brought, unsure as to what some of the bottles held, but not too worried. "If it helps, I can do it myself. It is not the first time I have patched myself back together. The wounds look worse than they are, I assure you."

"Seriously! That's awesome. Jane, we found a living ice machine! Now we don't have to run to the store every day for more ice." Darcy flashed a toothy grin at the scientist before setting everything on the coffee table. "Anyway, on a more serious topic, you don't look so hot." She sniggered at the irony. "I mean, you look like crap. And you've got two beautiful women offering to patch you up. You'd have to be crazy to say no to our help. Or gay."

Sighing in exasperation, Jane shook her head as she knelt next to him. "Darcy, be quiet." She grabbed a bottle of aspirin and looked between him and it before getting a couple out. "Here, swallow these. I don't know if it'll help, but it might take the pain away a little. I don't think you're going to be able to do this on your own, so just try and bear with us and we'll do what we can. My name's Jane, by the way. And that's Darcy, which I guess you know by now. Do you have a name?"

Jane was itching to ask where he was from, and about a billion other questions surrounding him, but she had to pace herself. He looked worse for wear, and she didn't want to trouble him further by her questioning him.

Loki shook his head in amusement, before looking at the strange little things in Jane's hands. He honestly didn't know if Midgardian medicine would work on him, but he had suffered through worse pains if they didn't. He held his hand out to accept them. "I am not opposing your assistance, miss Darcy." He smirked at her again, red eyes glinting with humor. "I was merely offering a second option. As for my name, I am Lore, it is a pleasure to meet you both."

Jane dropped the tablets in his hand before turning and looking over everything she had. "Alright, Lore, we'll start with your head and work our way down." She glanced at him as she got some of the paper towels. "The rubbing alcohol will hurt but it'll clean the wounds."

"What he needs is drinking alcohol..." Darcy trailed off, then blinked at him. "Wait, Lore? Oh my God, Jane, it's Data's evil twin brother from Star Trek the Next Generation!" She squealed, bouncing up and down in giddy excitement.

Jane looked at Darcy as if she'd grown a second head. "Darcy, you really need to stop watching so much TV. And why would you even be happy if that were the case? What part of evil don't you understand?"

"Uh, evil spelled backwards is live. I understand it completely. Evil knows how to have fun." She grinned mischievously at Jane and gave a wink.

Loki quickly swallowed the tablets, and smiling at Darcy's actions. "I'm terribly sorry that I do not understand the reference, if it brings you so much humor." Loki looked at the medical supplies himself. "Perhaps I should tend them myself, I do not wish to bring you harm for trying to help me." He motioned to the frosted glass that was so cold a soft fog was beginning to roll off it. "I do not know if I could prevent it."

"You need to watch Star Trek. It's amazing. Like, an orgasm for your eyeballs amazing." She said, looking at the frosted glass. "Anyway, you can't very well reach your back. So just sit there, shut up, and let a couple hot women patch you up." She ordered, nodding to Jane as she went first and dabbed some alcohol onto a cloth she'd grabbed from the kitchen.

"You said we might get hurt if we touch your skin. So we won't touch your skin." She said simply, dabbing the cloth onto an open wound on his head. She winced, because it had to hurt. "Sorry it stings..."

Jane nodded in agreement to Darcy's second statement, choosing to ignore the first part of what she had said about Star Trek. She just hoped they'd actually be able to help and not make things worse.

Loki winced, more in surprise of the burning than in pain. "I suppose you shall need to show me some time, Miss Darcy. As to your other statement, I assure you, I have my methods, I am very... flexible." He shifted slightly, repressing a wince as the clear fluid seeped further into his wound.

"You two are very brave, you've not only invited in a very...strange... stranger into your home, you're risking injury by tending said stranger's injuries..." He murmured, more as a way to distract himself.

"Well, to be fair, we've had Norse gods running around here so you're not all that strange. We even had a giant robot attack us. A little frostbite isn't that scary when you compare it to giant robots, right?" Darcy said bluntly, not really bothered by the fact he was absolutely right about inviting a strange stranger in with them.

The sad thing about what Darcy said was that it was true. Jane was becoming a little too accustomed to strange things happening around them. "She's right... But more so we can't just ignore someone when they need help."

Darcy was trying to be gentle while she listened to Jane, but it was hard with alcohol and the guy had wounds everywhere. She did her best to clean his head wounds, stepping back and looking to see if she missed any. Then her gaze lowered to the rest of him. "About that shirt..." She grinned a little to herself. "It's gonna have to come off."

"You two seem to live very interesting lives." He looked at the remains of his armor and under tunic, silently thanking anyone that would listen for his decision to have them crafted by someone else rather than the one who had crafted Thor's. "Yes... It would seem it is in the way."

He gave Darcy an innocently suggestive look. "Are you offering your assistance?"

"It only got interesting when she ran Thor over with the car." Darcy stated, looking at the woman pointedly before turning back to Loki. She caught the look easily and gave a wicked smile. "Hell yes." She said, about to dig her heels in and strip the man.

Jane sputtered and shot up to her feet, pulling Darcy back. "No, no she is not. Maybe you were right to say you should do this yourself, you look like you have a lot of injuries in...other places, so, um, tell you what, we'll let you clean up, the bathroom is over there, we'll be over here." She had to drag Darcy away from the couch. "And I didn't run anyone over, he bumped into us." She said over her shoulder, correcting Darcy's earlier statement.

"Hey! Not all of us have a Norse god for a boyfriend, why I can't I help him undress?" Darcy pouted.

The mental image mixed with their banter had Loki laughing again, though still wincing in pain. "Well, if you insist." He said, giving Jane a sly smile, before slowly forcing himself up and to the mentioned room, taking what he could with him and leaving more bloody footprints on the floor.

Darcy looked after him then whined. "Look what you did there, I could have had a free strip show of some alien man meat." She looked at Jane and poked her in the chest. "I don't think he can fix himself up. Just look at him!" She waved her hands around.

Jane huffed and shook her head. "We don't know anything about him, Darcy. And what if you accidentally touched his skin? What if he hurt you? He was trying to warn us about that. And he was insistent, so..." She rubbed her head and glanced at the bloody footprints, before finding the puddle of blood that had pooled where he'd been sitting.

The younger woman followed Jane's gaze and frowned, walking over to grab the paper towels and starting to clean up the blood. "What are we going to do, Jane? He's lost a lot of blood, and I don't think human blood of any kind will help." She said, glancing over her shoulder. "The hospitals can't help, SHIELD would probably make things worse, and Thor's no where in sight."

"I know, I know. Let me think." Jane said, pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing toward the bathroom door. "We're on our own for now. We're just going to have to hope for the best that he doesn't bleed to death, let alone get any infections or something worse, like internal bleeding..." The more she spoke, the more bleak things looked for their guest in her head.

Starting to help Darcy clean up, she was wishing more now than ever that Thor was here, but he wasn't so she had to handle it on her own. Even Erik wasn't here to help like he had been before.

The brunette was still working on the puddle in front of the couch, a little grossed out by the dark blood being soaked up by the paper towels. "Well if worse comes to worse we could wring these paper towels out and give him back his own blood." She mumbled with a morbid chuckle. She wasn't feeling too humorous, though. She didn't know how to help him, and she wanted to.

"Alright," She stood up and looked at Jane after placing her hands on her hips. "I'll finish cleaning up here. We're going to need some supplies. It's late but that one convenient store should still be open. Run down there, get what you can. I'll get him something to wear."

"Where are you going to get clothes at this time of night for him to wear?" Jane asked as she got to her feet and started to get her things together.

Darcy gave a sly grin and shrugged. "Well, I can give him a pair of the boxers I use to sleep in. All mens, even the cute Scooby Doo ones. And those pajama bottoms that are too big? My ex's. I stole them. He'll just have to go shirtless." She smiled at the thought.

"Darcy, you need help." Jane sighed. But at least he would have something to wear until morning. She nodded and glanced at the bathroom door once more then hurried off. She didn't want to leave Darcy alone with him for long so she hurried and hoped she'd be back before he got out of the bathroom.

Loki tied off the last bandage with a sigh. Stretching a bit he winced as sore muscles were pulled and wounds stretched. He had done his best to keep any blood off the bathroom fixtures, and what he missed he cleaned, even the footprints. He looked around the small room a moment, before examining the remains of his clothes. Perhaps he still had some luck, his pants were just whole enough to cover himself, even if they had tears in nearly indecent places and only fell just above his knees.

He slipped them on, before stepping out of the room, his ruined clothes bundled in his hands. Seeing Darcy cleaning up his blood he hesitated. "Perhaps, now that my wounds have been taken care of, I could assist in cleaning up the mess I made?"

Darcy was so deep in her own thoughts she yelped when some strange voice was behind her. She looked up at at him, eyes roving over his mostly exposed frame. "What?" She sat back on her haunches and fixed her glasses. "Oh, this?" She glanced at the mostly cleaned up blood. "Don't sweat it, I've got it almost cleaned up." She said, getting to her feet and looking back toward Loki. "I have some night clothes you can wear. Give me a minute to finish cleaning this up and I'll go get them." She said, nodding to him to sit down.

"So Jane went to the only store open at this time of night to get some supplies. We really don't keep much around." She glanced up at him, trying for idle conversation. She didn't know what to say. Looking back to the floor, she finished wiping everything up and then threw away the soiled paper towels. "Okay, wait there a minute."

Dashing out of the lab, she went to the RV and grabbed out a pair of mens boxers with blue flames and the pajama pants she'd stole from her ex. She hurried back in and huffed, holding them out for him. "No shirt, but this should work for tonight."

Loki took the clothes with a smirk. "Such a shame, yes?" He returned to the bathroom, changing into the new attire before going back to the other room. "You and miss Jane live out here alone, then? Is that safe, with your history of... interesting... occurrences?" He asked as he settled on the couch again, doing his best to avoid putting pressure on his feet or back once more.

The young woman couldn't help but grin. She definitely liked this guest, probably even more than Thor and his buddies. She shook her head ruefully and sat down in the chair, rubbing her hands together as she tried to keep from openly gawking at his current state of dress. "This isn't a permanent set up for us. We were in New York until just recently, but Jane's boss shoved us here to work on some stuff."

Jane's 'boss' AKA S.H.I.E.L.D. probably knew about the attack on New York and moved them here for safety. She figured they didn't want Thor's girlfriend getting hurt in the chaos and making him mad so they shoved the girls here for safety. But she wasn't stupid enough to tell a stranger about all that.

"So where are you from? Asgard?" She asked, figuring that he had to be from one of the other realms Thor talked about and what she read from the book she got from Erik.

Loki almost told her he was, before catching himself. He could guess why Thor's 'lady Jane' had been moved from New York, and it caused a niggle of unease in his belly but he tried to ignore the feeling. "I'm afraid not. In fact, my world and Asgard are not the best of friends, I have no doubt I'd be killed on site if they ever caught me in the golden realm."

He picked up his glass of water, now only half full, and watched the frost cover the glass once more. "Never mind that I wasn't even raised on that world." That's it, just a few truths, vague enough to let them come to their own conclusions.

Darcy leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, squinting as she thought over what he said. She snapped her fingers and nodded. "You're from Jotunheim. That's why you have blue skin that freezes stuff. You're a Frost Giant." She looked him up and down and leaned back. She kind of wanted to say something along the lines of, 'You're not very tall for a Frost GIANT', but thought it would be kind of rude and refrained from doing so. Even Darcy Lewis had a filter that worked once and awhile.

Instead, she thought of what she could ask next. "So what are you doing here on earth? How did you even get here?" She figured Jane would want to know this stuff, but she didn't know what else to fill the quiet void with than the questions she herself was curious about.

Loki gave a breathy chuckle. "Good guess, though I think the proper title for myself would be Frost Runt." He took a long drink to hide his revulsion at the name, chewing on a few pieces of ice that formed at the touch of his lips. "That is a long, and rather painful, story my dear. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Finding the action of chewing ice strangely soothing, Loki froze another piece, plucking it out of his drink.

She smiled weakly in response, fixing her glasses as she shifted her weight. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you. I'm not that insensitive." She said, rubbing her head before she hopped up and went into the kitchen. They never seemed to have much food except for pop tarts, and she was pretty sure Jane only kept them now in case Thor came running back.

Taking a box of pop tarts back over to him, she sat the box in front of him. "It's kinda all the food we have but maybe you'll be able to choke something down." She said, looking at the markings running along his skin. "So what would happen if someone touched your skin?" She asked, changing the topic.

Loki examined the oddly colored item on the cover, he recognized the name as the treats his brother fawned over but trying to reconcile the flavor 'blueberry' with the odd purple and blue item was, well, difficult. He wouldn't refuse her courtesy, however, and opened the box, taking one of the silver packets out.

It crinkled in his hands, and he was quick to open the bag and snag the pastry. He stared at it a moment while answering her, debating on whether eating the thing was actually a good idea, lack of food for an untold period of time not withstanding. "In a good case, you would feel a chill. More likely, it will freeze your skin on contact before rapidly developing into a case of severe frostbite before blackening and killing the flesh."

He finally caved to the demands of his stomach and took a tentative bite of the now chilled pastry.

The dark haired young woman gawked for a moment. Well, he didn't beat around the bush. "Well that just sounds fun." She said sarcastically. She did want to touch his skin, it looked like it had a texture to it different than a human's. "You're like Mystique and Rogue all wrapped up in one. Blue skin, and you can't touch anyone." She figured he wouldn't get the reference since he didn't know anything about Star Trek, so she moved on as she sat next to him on the couch.

"So how's it taste? Thor ate like a whole box of them the first time we met him." She stated, remembering that whole experience. Lore seemed a lot more refined than Thor did, and had far better manners. "Jane should be back soon, hopefully with more food than just pop tarts, so if you don't like them don't force yourself to eat them. Tomorrow we'll do some real shopping. Is there anything specific you like? We might have something here on earth for ya."

Loki managed to swallow the overly sweet, and all around toe curlingly disgusting pastry, quickly putting the rest back into the package. He has to take a drink of water before he can speak properly. "Perhaps waiting would be best." He manages, quickly creating a piece of ice to chew on to get the lingering bits that have decided to practically glue to his teeth.

No, he was hungry, but no where near hungry enough to try that again. "If it's all the same, I prefer things a bit more fresh, vegetables and fruit mostly." He says around the piece of ice. He doesn't lean away from her, but he's acutely aware of her closeness, and ready to move away from her if her curiosity gets the better of her.

"Figures you're a veggie type of guy. You're all skin and bones. You should try a burger now and again." She nodded, before getting up. She didn't know if they had anything like that, but she'd at least look. "I think I might be able to dig up some nuts in the kitchen." She said, taking the open package and eating off of the piece he had tried while walking back into the kitchen.

She came back a moment later with a small bag of mixed nuts. "This is all we have, sorry. If it weren't for me, you'd probably be out of luck completely. And Jane would be a shriveled up corpse." She said, handing the bag to him.

Jane stumbled through the doorway with a handful of bags then, looking a bit worried but relieved at seeing Darcy seemingly okay and their guest not dead. "I'm sorry it took so long, there wasn't much to choose from at this time of night." She glanced around to see the bloody mess was cleaned up, thankful to have Darcy around.

As much as Darcy drove Jane crazy, the young woman was a blessing to have sometimes. "Wow, you got all the blood up. What would I do without you, Darce?" She asked, coming over to set the bags on the coffee table and pull out what she did manage to buy.

"Shrivel up into a corpse." She repeated, winking at Loki.

TBC