disclaimer: I don't own the canon.
author's note: another loki and darcy pairing, an attempt at forging alliances
summary: hell is more fun with friends/lokixdarcy drabble
every night, she slips in – dark tumbles of hair and chipped polished nails – and drops off a cup of weak coffee, a folded up section of the paper and her attempts at the crossword and daily sudoku and a pencil. Up in the corner, the camera watches for any sign of treason, any hint of mischief -
in the morning the guards take the paper with his own scrawl, the empty coffee cup and the chewed up relic of a pencil and drop it in her inbox, her own personal circle of hell, on top of her ginormous pile of paperwork.
(it isn't pity, the coffee grains say, but it isn't fair either)
(hell is more fun with friends)