Ok, because I have nothing to do, I will add another chapter full of Loki/Darcy awesomeness, I hope. I haven't exactly planned out this chapter, so I'm writing it as I go. Hope you like it!

After he slammed the door, I went to my room. I turned on my iPod and listened to music. But I couldn't seem to get his bright emerald green eyes out of my head. It even felt weird just thinking about him. I didn't know the full extent of his powers, so for all I know, he could be in my head. Though I personally doubt he'd do that.

He's the God of Mischief. Of course he would look through your thoughts. It's a wonder Thor ever trusted him, my conscience said.

Then the door opened slowly. I quickly dived under the covers, just in case it was him.

"Darcy?" Jane asked. She looked nervous.

"What?" I asked, sitting up again.

"Come with me, it's Loki. I don't know what's happening," she said.

I walked with her to the kitchen, and saw that he was sitting on the chair. I raised an eyebrow at her, and then turned on my heel, set on listening to my music again.

"No, wait!" she said, grabbing my arm. I groaned and turned around.

Suddenly, his skin started turning gray, and his eyes were turning red. My eyes widened in alarm.

"Stop. You know you can't hurt me," he said, smirking. But he wasn't really looking at anything. I didn't hear what the other person said, because then Loki started laughing.

"Maybe he's dreaming?" I suggested.

"I don't think so. He wouldn't turn into his Frost Giant form in his sleep," said Jane.

Then he fell out of the chair, and his eyes closed as soon as he hit the ground. I gasped, not expecting that to happen. Jane and I rushed to help him up, and I tried opening his eyelid to see if anything was wrong.

"Is he dead?" I asked worriedly. That wouldn't look too good on a resume.

"No," he said, and he grabbed me by the wrist, which gave me the shock of my life. I thought he was unconscious!

"Seriously, you just had to do that?" I asked.

"I was bored," he shrugged.

"This is why you're not accepted in Asgard," I said angrily.

He looked at me and sneered. "You know nothing." Then he got up, dusted himself off and disappeared.

"Can't wait for Thor to kill him," Jane said. She was clearly scared too.

"I don't think Thor will kill him," I said. "From the sound of it, Thor loved Loki, as a brother."

"Maybe Thor is crazy," she said, and she left me too. Why was I always being left by myself?"

None of us made a sound during breakfast. I occasionally caught the eye of Jane and Eric, but it seemed that every couple seconds I would gaze into the emerald eyes of Loki.

"Where's the syrup?" I asked.

"In the fridge," said Eric.

"Ugh," I scowled. Just when I was about to get up, the refrigerator opened and the syrup zoomed out and in front of me. Then it closed by itself, and the syrup poured exactly where I had wanted it on my plate. Loki. I wish I could do that. He was staring at the syrup bottle, and then he looked down and it dropped onto the table, wobbling dangerously before I held it down. "Thanks."

He nodded, then looked at me curiously when I put my glasses on. "May I ask what you just put on your face?"

I fought back a laugh when he said that. He always talked so fancily, it was weird.

"They're glasses," I said.

"What do they do?" he asked.

"Enhance your eyes," I replied. "They seriously don't have glasses in Asgard?"

"No," he said. "May I see them?"

I handed them to him. He didn't put them on, but he looked through it quickly before giving it back. "I can't see through them."

"No duh," I snickered. He was wearing a blank expression.

"Don't think me stupid. Ignorance is not stupidity," he said. Then his expression hardened. "And someday, when you end up in a different realm, knowing nothing, think of me. Think of what it's like to know nothing." Then he walked stiffly out of the room.

"No need to get your knickers in a twist!" I shouted after him.

"Well, he's taking his being on earth better than Thor first did," Eric said. Jane nodded, agreeing with him.

"He needed to be restrained!" I laughed. Jane smiled for the first time since Thor left.

"You should apologize to him, Darcy," said Eric.

I grimaced. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one who technically said that he's stupid," Jane reminded me.

"Well he didn't know what glasses were," I said.

"Neither did Thor," Jane said.

"I can't be mad at a guy with a ripped body, and who's hot," I said, smiling when Jane gave me a fake glare.

"And you don't think he's hot? You were staring at him just a couple minutes ago!" Jane said, smirking.

I blushed. There was no way I liked him. "Oh shut up! I'll apologize, okay? But one word to him about that, and you'll never see the light of day again!" I stomped over to his room.

I opened the door, and squeaked when I saw that he didn't have a shirt on. He wasn't ripped, like Thor, but was lean. He probably wasn't as strong as Thor either. I never took the time to realize that I only reached his chin.

"What do you want?" he asked sharply.

"Uh, I was just here to apologize," I said.

"I accept," he said, narrowing his eyes to examine me. Then I heard a crash in the kitchen. We both ran there and I gasped in shock. It was Thor and some old guy!

So, what'd ya think? Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I just had to have it! Please review!