A/N: To the lovely Time Reviewer who asked about Loki's eye color: Yes, Tom Hiddleston has amazing blue eyes, but I read somewhere that he used green contacts in Thor, and in the Avengers he didn't, possibly to show the effect of the Tesseract. Now, I can't confirm this myself, but it does appear that his eyes are more green than blue looking in Thor. So I went with green eyes in my story. I hope this explains the eye color thing a bit. Also, BIG thank you to my beta The Yoshinator! And on to the story!
Loki was rather proud of himself. He had finally had a moment to himself at home and so went to Midgard to seek out Darcy. To his delight he had found the girl in a library. She had been humming, some sort of noise playing from the devices in her ears. She didn't seem to notice him and so he allowed her to run right into him. The slight pain in his foot was worth the few moments he spent talking to her. She had laughed at the name he had chosen, but she smiled, was friendly, even appeared to like him. He didn't even need to disguise his looks in front of her only his clothes, knowing she wouldn't really recognize his face. The most she probably saw of him was a quick flash from the masses in New York before she was swept away.
"My King," the quiet greeting drew Loki from his musings, looking down from the throne to Heimdall who bowed slightly before straightening to look up at him. Loki nodded, giving his permission to speak.
"My King, I wish to know how long you intend to keep the Bifrost closed. I am afraid what sort of chaos the other realms will fall into should they discover Asgard is once again closed off," the guardian said.
"Do you still cast your gaze across the realms?"
"I do my Lord."
"I do as well. I shall continue to do so until I am sure that no other dark elves linger where they should not. When I am certain there will be no other threat I will allow the Bifrost to open again. Until that time I must ensure the realm's safety," Loki answered.
"Yes my Lord." He bowed again, standing to leave. Loki knew, reasonably, that the larger man couldn't see through his tricks. Not even his mother could see through his magic. Sometimes the way Heimdall's golden gaze lingered made the trickster wonder otherwise though. Of course, the gatekeeper wouldn't allow Loki to continue on as he did should he be able to see through his magic. Feeling uneasy all the same, the young Asgardian left the palace, making his way out to the bridge. Casting his gaze down to Midgard, he found the object of his growing obsession easily.
"There you are darling," he mumbled, smiling. Darcy was in the library again, but she was seated at a table, books and papers as well as a computer covering the whole surface. The girl herself was not paying any attention to her possessions, instead she was turned in her seat chatting happily with that Ian creature. Loki frowned. He would have to do something about that boy soon. He wasn't sure what they were talking about, something involving work by the tone and how Darcy kept mentioning the scientist, Selvig.
"I know they can be a handful but I mean, they're pretty awesome people even if Erik is a few coco puffs short," Darcy commented, smiling. Loki watched as Ian frowned, shifting awkwardly.
"Yeah, about him…don't you think it would be better if he went back to the hospital? He really seems to need the help," the boy mentioned. Darcy's smile slipped slightly, her gaze turning sharp.
"I know Erik is a little odd right now but he wasn't always like this. He was normal but what he went through in New York really messed with him. He's still Erik, he just needs a little help now," she explained.
"And that's great, but it's a lot to keep track of him sometimes and…you know, not doing something to get arrested," the boy muttered, shuffling so more.
"Ok, well, I have this paper I have to work on so can we talk about this later? Good, I'll see you back at the apartment." And with that Darcy turned her back on the boy dismissively. Ian sighed, giving a forlorn look to her back before turning and leaving. Loki was absolutely gleeful. He was worried when he first observed his Darcy and Ian together, but apparently their relationship was developing cracks around the edges. It would be simple to slip in and break apart their fragile bond. He may not even have to kill the boy, which was something he really didn't care whether he did or not. It was not as if he hadn't killed before, but perhaps if he were to begin a liaison with Darcy, it would be best to keep the homicide to a minimum. Most humans seemed fearful or cautious of those willing to murder. The king of Asgard walked away from the Bifrost with a small, secretive smile on his face, leaving the mortal to her studies in privacy.
