AN: So I've watched Thor two or three times this weekend, and I've been vegging out on Thor fanfiction, so I felt the need to give it a shot. Like, a one or two shot. So this may have a second chapter, may not. I just really wanted to get this posted. Remember, reviews are love! 3
It was night, and Darcy was on her way back to the lab. She had spent the earlier part of the evening at Izzy's, on a date with a local boy.
It hadn't ended well.
So now Darcy was walking by herself. She pulled her jacket closer around her body, exhaling in the chilly night air. She would never understand how New Mexico could be so cold. I mean, it was so close to the equator and junk, right? Darcy shook her head, moving her thoughts back to the night's previous events.
"So I was all 'Guys! I'm open! I'm open!' and waving my arms all over the place. Finally Jimmy saw me, and he threw the ball. It was like everything moved in slow motion, I swear to God. And I caught it, and ran and made the winning touchdown," her date, a very attractive young man from Puento Antiguo, leaned back, arms on the table, smile stretching from ear to ear.
"Wow. Great story," Darcy blinked back to attention. She had been staring at him, yes, but she hadn't been listening at all.
"I know right?"
Jeez, Darcy thought, This guy is like Jason Stackhouse.
"So you work with that Foster lady, right?"
"Mmhmm," she nodded absent mindedly.
"She's a strange one," he chuckled. "I mean how dumb do you have to be to think worm holes and all that junk are real?" Darcy gaped. Had he seriously said that? She knew for a fact that he had been in town when Thor arrived and all the fighting went down.
"So you're saying Jane's dumb, then?"
"Well yeah. Lady's got her head so far up in the clouds she probably can't even remember what ground looks like."
That was it. Darcy casually reached into her purse, clutching her tazer. She forced a smile and a small chuckle, sliding the tazer out just enough to aim it at her date's chest.
And she pulled the trigger.
Darcy kicked a stone on the sidewalk, which bounced and rolled a few feet further ahead….Into someone leg. The leg was sticking out of a dark alley.
"Oh god, please be attached to a body," she mumbled, her voice high and shaky. She slowly stepped around it to glance into the alley. "Oh thank god." Before her, on the ground, was a tall man. He was attractive, with pale skin and dark hair. He was dressed formally and his chin-length hair was slicked back. It was like he had stepped out of an old movie or something.
"Hey," she nudged his leg. The other one, she noticed, was folded up closer to his body. "Hey," she repeated, louder this time. He still didn't respond. "You better not be dead," she mumbled. She knelt down next to his torso and nudged him with her hands. Again, he was unresponsive. So rather than just push him again, she reached to feel his neck for a pulse.
But his eyes snapped open and he caught her hand just before her slender fingers reached her neck. Darcy jumped at his touch, which felt just a breath warmer than ice, and she pulled her hand away.
"Where am I?" he spoke in a crisp, British accent.
"New Mexico," she replied.
"New Mexico?"
"Yeah. In the U.S. So if you were aiming for Canada I'm afraid you're too far South. Way too far."
The man stood up and Darcy gaped at his height. She could tell that he was tall when he was laying on the ground but standing, he dwarfed her five foot five height.
"Jesus, man, you're a freaking giant." He was at least six foot four, Darcy guessed. At least. He took a step out of the alley and Darcy followed, watching warily as he buttoned up his black wool coat.
"I require an inn, or some other form of lodging," he announced.
"Well there was a motel on Main Street, but it was totaled when a giant metal robot blew it up," she shrugged. The man's brow furrowed in disappointment. Darcy thought for a moment- Erik was out of town working with S.H.I.E.L.D. on some project, and Jane was at a physics conference in Miami. That left Darcy to watch the lab all by herself, with an extra bedroom.
"If you need a place to crash, you can stay with me I guess. As long as you're not a serial killer or something. Cuz in that case I would have to taze you."
The man turned, looked her up and down, and sighed, looking away again, "That will be suitable." Darcy rolled her eyes. Were all British guys so rude?
"C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the lab, not noticing his surprised expression.
They arrived at the lab and Darcy unlocked the door, leading him inside.
"Mi casa is su casa," she threw her arms to the side, a ridiculously grand gesture considering the cozy quarters she was introducing him to.
"Casa?" he shot her a quizzical glance.
"Wow. And I thought England had a better education system than we did."
The man ignored her and strode through the lab, his eyes grazing over various pieces of equipment. Darcy tossed her purse onto the kitchen counter and opened a cabinet.
"Hey, are you hungry, Mister….?"
"Lok-"
"Luke? Gotcha. Y'know that's what my dog was named. He was a black lab. You kinda look like him."
"Excuse me?"
"But I always called him Lulu, cuz I refused to acknowledge him as a boy since he'd been neutered." She grabbed a pack of poptarts out of the pantry.
"My name is not Luke."
"But you just said-"
"I said my name is Loki." Darcy could've sworn his eyes, which were a deep shade of green, flashed brighter and faded.
"Loki? That's weird. Must be a British thing. What does it mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. Loki is the name of a Norse god-"
"Oh sweet! Y'know I'm not an expert, but I know quite a bit about Thor. Y'know the god of thunder. With the meow-meow."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah he likes poptarts and waffles. And coffee."
Loki stared at her, mouth parted slightly and eyes just barely narrowed in confusion.
"Well it's getting kind of late, so I guess I'll go to bed," Darcy walked to her door, but paused and turned back to face Loki. "That's your room," she pointed behind him. "See you in the morning."
Darcy woke up at about noon. The nice thing about the weekends was definitely sleeping in. She stood and stretched, pulling on a silky robe and trudging to the kitchen to make coffee. She was halfway through her second cup when she remembered the stray she had taken in.
"Waky waky, dude!" Darcy threw the door open. Loki, who had been sleeping quite peacefully, went rigid at the sudden intrusion.
"What on Midgard-" Darcy ignored him and walked to the window, throwing open the drapes. Harsh light spilled in, coating Loki's upper body in warm but visually scarring brightness. He growled and threw the covers over his bare chest, shoulders and head, shrinking away from the window.
"Jesus, man, you're such a pansy. Just come out when you're ready, I guess," Darcy nudged his feet roughly as she left the room. How could a grown man act like such a baby about sunlight?
It wasn't until that evening, when the sun had retreated to the other side of the house and away from the kitchen and living room's windows, that Loki emerged from his room. He was showered and dressed in black and green, and looked far too professional for such a small town.
"You're a little old for prom, don't you think?" Darcy commented as she pulled an apple from a bowl of fruit on the counter.
"Prom?"
"Seriously, you don't get sarcasm, do you? Is it like some foreign concept to Brits? I thought you people were all about the dry, sarcastic humor. False advertising, man."
Loki watched as she flopped onto the couch, lounging and taking up almost the entire thing. He strode over and sat down near her feet- the only vacant spot in the room cluttered by scientific reports and articles.
"What is your name?" Loki glanced down at the short brunette.
"Darcy. You can call me Darce, Dee, or Darcy. Or Lashondra, but that's for special occasions only."
"And you may call me Loki, 'Luke'," he blinked at the name, "or Your Majesty."
"See?" she nudged his thigh with her foot, "You're starting to get the hang of the whole sarcasm thing."
They sat- or in Darcy's case, laid- on the couch watching TV until well after the sun had gone down. It was then that Darcy got a call from a friend and left, promising to not be long.
Two hours later, she returned. But rather than come inside, she stood in front of the lab staring through the front windows. Loki noticed her, and after a few moments of eye contact, Darcy walked off toward the desert. Confused, the tall, raven-haired man left and followed her.
She stopped at the top of a small pile of sand, her back to him, and he kept his distance.
"Is something wrong?"
"Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color. You talk like you're from a different time. You don't eat or drink anything, and you don't go out in sunlight." Loki stood behind her, his expression asking And your point is…? but he said nothing.
"I know what you are." Darcy claimed.
"Say it," Loki commanded. "Out loud. Say it."
Darcy stood, inhaling shaky breaths.
"Vampire."
Loki blinked, "What?"