Hi, this is my first Thor fanfic! This is from Darcy's POV, cuz she's gonna fall for Loki, cuz I'm like obsessed with him! Even Redaqua1 says so, and she's usually right! I took some of Loki's powers from the comics too, so has a bit more, ah, variety! Here's the chapter!
It was gone. The storm was gone, and that's when we knew that Thor wasn't coming back. But we'd find a way. Someday.
We went back to the lab, where all our equipment was. Thankfully Thor had gotten it back for us. I knew how much effort Jane put into this. This was her life.
I searched my bag, and to my delight, my iPod was sitting on top of my stuff. "I got my iPod back!"
"Yay," Jane said sarcastically. I stuck my tongue out at her. Eric laughed. It was just like old times again, but we all felt a sense of loss. Somewhere up there, in Asgard, Thor was fighting his brother, Loki, I think was the name. He had muttered it in his sleep a couple times. Not that I was watching him sleep though. Okay fine, guilty, but don't tell Jane!
"So, we gonna find a way to gain access to Asgard again?" I asked Jane.
"Yes. We might as well get to work," she said.
I frowned. "How about after dinner? I'm starving."
She smiled. "Alright. Eric, do you want waffles for dinner?"
"Uh, sure," he said. He was busy looking through all the files on his laptop. Like I said, old times.
After dinner, I listened to my iPod till I went to sleep. My dreams were filled with Thor's Asgardian powers, and the time I tasered him. Guilty.
The next morning, after eating waffles again, we set to work. I wasn't really paying attention, because I didn't understand most of it. Then I spotted something odd outside.
"Jane, Eric, look!" I said, pointing out the window to a man with dark hair in a suit. Nobody wore suits in this town.
"What?" Eric asked.
"He's strange, we should see if he's a hobo!" I said excitedly.
"Hobos don't wear suits," Jane said.
"They could," I said, and I opened the door. "Hey, dude! Come here!"
I didn't see his face, but he walked over. I had a weird feeling that I knew his name.
"Loki?" I asked. He looked up sharply at me.
"You knew Thor?" he asked, his eyes narrowing when he said his brother's name.
"Yes." I stared at him. He was extremely pale, like, mad scary pale. He had black hair, which was in complete contrast of his skin. His hair looked like it was gelled back, though I could tell it was natural. His hair was slightly curly at the nape of his neck. His eyes were a bright emerald green, but they were bitter. He actually was pretty good-looking, though he was the one who tried to kill Thor.
"Now what do you want from me?" he snapped.
"I thought you were a hobo," I said.
"A what?" he asked. "I am not what you call me, a hobo. I am from Asgard."
"You are?" Jane asked, interested. "You look so much different from Thor."
"Yes, because my father lied to me. He never told me that I am from an enemy race," he said bitterly. "The Frost Giants."
"Cool," I said. "Could you freeze me?"
"Yes, but I don't think you would like that very much," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're right," I said, beckoning him inside. "So, do you know how to get Thor back?"
His face hardened. "Yes and no."
"What does that mean?" Eric asked.
"It means, I can't open the portal myself, but I can communicate with him," Loki said.
"How?" I asked.
He looked at me funny. "Astral projection, of course."
"Thor doesn't have that," said Jane.
"Because he's a true Asgardian. My powers made me the outcast, the one to blame when something went wrong," he said angrily.
"What else can you do?" asked Eric suspiciously.
Loki laughed humorlessly. "A lot of things that involve sorcery." Suddenly, there were five Lokis. They were all smirking at me. Then the others disappeared leaving the real Loki in their place.
"Cool," I said, nodding my head. Jane shot me a venomous look.
"Anything else?" Eric looked at him with a hard gaze.
"Yes, but I'm afraid my powers won't work properly when I'm injured or tired," Loki said.
"Well, tomorrow then. And you'll help us find a way to Asgard. And to communicate with Thor," said Jane.
"Patience," Loki said, flashing a dangerous look. "Thor didn't have that either."
"How dare you-" Jane started, but I grabbed her arms before she could do anything drastic.
"Darcy'll show you to your room," Eric said, taking Jane from me.
I walked down the hall, feeling his presence behind me. He was slightly intimidating. I don't remember ever feeling intimidated by Thor.
"Here you go," I said, opening the door so fast that it hit the wall and closed again. He raised a perfect black eyebrow at me, so I opened it again. "Now here you go."
"Thank you," he said. He walked in swiftly and was about to close the door when I put my foot in front of it.
"Do you hate Thor?" I asked nervously. His face was unreadable.
"No," he responded after a minute.
"Then why were you trying to kill him?" I asked.
His face took on a sorrowful expression. "Sometimes."
"That makes no sense," I said.
"Sometimes, I hate that I never belonged in his world, or even in the world I was born into." Then he closed the door on me.
So, what'd ya think? Please review!