DISCLAIMER: I don't own Thor, Loki, or anything related to Marvel.
They were fighting again.
From the way the sky was lighting up every few seconds, and the roll of the thunder, it was a huge argument.
Darcy smiled to herself. That meant that he would visit her, very soon. Whenever Loki argued with Thor, he would come crawling to her door step to blow off steam. On one hand, she loved those nights. On the other, he was always gone in the morning. Sometimes he even left during the night while she pretended to sleep.
Despite knowing who was coming, she sat by the window, curtains drawn back delicately. Her legs were up on the windowsill, her arms wrapped around them, her chin on her knees. Her glasses lay forgotten on her night stand. The rain licked the window sensually, and she continued to watch the street below light up. It was late; but, she wasn't tired at all.
The storm seemed to swell and surge, until, finally, it broke to a trickle. She straightened up and stretched, yawning quietly. With a last bit of frustration, the thunder cracked once more and she slipped from her spot on the windowsill, falling not-so-delicately to the floor.
"Need a hand?" His pale skin seemed to glow irridescently in the darkness. She reached up and grasped his hand and he pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks," she replied, straightening her tank top. He didn't meet her eyes, but merely nodded. "Are you okay?"
The question was simple enough, and yet it seemed like she asked him something astronomically worse. He seemed to inflate slightly, his nostrils flaring and he nodded curtly. She rolled her eyes. "No you're not. Spill."
"Thor and I were arguing."
"No way. I thought you were strolling through the park, picking flowers. I think the entire continent could tell you two were fighting." Darcy bit back smartly. His eyes narrowed at her, but she continued to stare at him, her arms crossed. Silence ticked on to become a deafening roar.
"Thor and I argued... about you." An eyebrow quirked up at this. Her? What could they possibly be arguing about when discussing her?
"Okay?"
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Loki walked over to the windowsill she previously inhabited and sat down. She followed slowly, her arms still crossed. Thoughts raced through her head, trying to figure out what Thor could have on Loki to get on his case with. Loki had done nothing but talk to her, and she to him. He had even stopped pulling his harmless pranks, all because she refused to take his bait and get angry. He had been perfectly respectable.
While her thoughts raced, Loki watched her with cautious eyes. Her own eyes seemed to be glued to the floor, darted everywhere but up. He found his lips turn up slowly as he observed her quietly. She didn't even realize he was practically staring a hole through her. When she finally looked up, five minutes of silence later, he had a near full blown smile. Darcy blinked rapidly. "What?"
"I've watched you for about five straight minutes while you've silently been.. how do you put it? Freaking out," he teased her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm trying to figure out why Thor would be mad at you. You haven't done anything to me lately."
His smile faded instantly. She stepped closer to him and he straightened up.
"I have not done anything lately, yes; but, he's afraid of what I will have to do," Loki answered cryptically. Darcy's other eyebrow joined it's sister and she was completely confused.
"Does not compute."
"Darcy, I'm going back to Asgard. Permanently."
And finally, all the breath had been knocked out of her. Whatever she had thought, it hadn't been never seeing her best friend again. Her arms dropped to her sides and she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Why?" She gasped.
"I have to."
"That's not a reason, Loki. You're never coming back? I'm never going to see you again?"
He didn't respond. He didn't meet her eyes again, and she felt the tears beginning to form. Jane had long since practically abandoned her, and Loki was always there to listen and cheer her up. He was her best friend. Her best friend, who was also an alien, that she could never hope to tie down because he was the freaking God of Mischief, and he was basically immortal and she would live to the ripe old age of maybe 70, the way she ate, and now he was leaving and she would be all alone. Once Darcy had recovered slightly, she spoke.
"I don't understand.. how could you do this to me? I thought you were my best friend." Loki's head snapped up, his mouth dropping open.
"Darcy, I am. I just can't stay here. I don't belong here. I have to go."
"If you plan on just leaving me like this, you're not my friend. You're here when you need me and nothing else. I think you should leave." At that, she turned her back towards him. Her tears spilled over and trailed a track down her cheeks. No matter how angry she got, she was still very upset. Upset Darcy meant crying Darcy. Loki stood slowly.
He walked around so that he was facing her and looked her deep into the eyes. "Darcy, I'm sorry. I don't expect you to understand. You're not just my greatest friend, but my only friend. Before you, there was no one. I... I love you, but I cannot stay here. I'm so sorry."
He backed up a step and turned on his heel to leave. Darcy stood, rooted to where she stood in her room. Her arms came down again and her mouth fell open. 'Did he...? What?'
"Good bye, Darcy."
With a small pop and a flash, he was gone before she could say anything. Slowly, she sank to the floor. Her tears continued to flow, and her mind was still blank.
He was gone.
But she could give a message to Thor and he would come back. He had to come back. She had to tell him. She loved him.
