A deafening clash wakes Loki up from a sweet slumber and a crazy vivid dream that involves his beautiful mother yelling at him from the middle of his bedroom. But when he slowly opened his eyes she was really there, holding a silver tray and banging it on the post of his huge bed, yelling at him. Oh it wasn't a dream. He realized, groggily sitting up, oblivious to the scantily clad women sleeping on either side of him.

"Loki Laufeyson! I have never felt this disgusted with you in all my life! I didn't raise you to become a mess!" Frigga rattled, pointing a finger at him.

"Mother, really? It's only 9 in the morning why are you here? It's too early. And God, mum stop yelling you know how I love peace and quiet." Loki replied, rubbing his eyes with his left hand and scratching his bare chest with the other, while eyeing the digital clock on the nightstand.

"Oh, too early, what time does your morning starts twelve o'clock?!" Frigga yelled even louder, making the other occupants of the bed conscious and shyly moved out of Loki's room.

"Bye girls." Loki muttered as he stood up to fill himself a glass of wine sitting on the top of his dresser but since Frigga is in the room he opted for the water.

"What do you want mum, aren't you supposed to be somewhere? It's still your birthday is it not, what happened to those month long celebrations you and dad do every year?" Loki asked, his head pounding with a hangover, and suddenly becoming aware of the mess littered all over his bedroom, reminding him of the parties he had in frat houses.

"We have decided, your father and I to postpone our vacation because we have come to the decision to put our children first," Loki snorted at that thinking of butting in about how they should've realized that thought when he was still 18, but Frigga pointed a finger to stop him and continued, "So that is what I am doing right now, take a shower, get dressed and shave that pretty neck of yours and meet me at the restaurant down stairs, we will talk."

"Are we not talking right now?" Loki chuckled, leaning on the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the vast greenery of Central Park and the rich neighborhoods of 59th street.

"I need to talk to you sober, and get this clutter cleaned up." At that Frigga walked out as Loki stared at the unopened packs of condoms on the foot of his bed, thinking why isn't there a used one, and uttered a curse about how stupid he is for not using one or maybe he had been very drunk to really put himself into action, yep maybe nothing happened, if it does he won't be wearing anything at all, but considering that he's still in his black pants, it's confirmed that he's still clean. Shaking his head he walks to the bathroom and start a quick cold shower.

….

"What are your doing now Loki? You're almost thirty, you should be having grandiose plans about marriage by now, you told us that you would start your own company that day you got expelled, we gave you the funds you needed to start one now where is it?"

Loki was finally sober –somewhat sober, he was dressed in a black suit and pants and an emerald green tie on his neck, which perfectly accentuated his look. His shoulder length hair tied in a pony, and his chiseled face cleanly shaved. He was sitting motionless opposite his mother (sober Loki, means quiet Loki) with strawberries and pancakes served on the fancy table, a bored look clear on his face as Frigga continued to point out his flaws as if he doesn't already see them.

"And you know you could always go back to the corporation, work for your father again, you are always welcome there." Frigga waited for Loki's response while stirring her cup of earl grey tea, but after a few seconds of silence she sighed and continued, "My dear, I don't want to do this the hard way, you know I love you, but you need to do something with your life, it's not forever that we are here, sometime but not soon we will leave you, and I don't want to leave my sons without a better future." Loki wanted to roll his eyes but her mother was right so he answered,

"I know mum, give me more time. I will figure something out." That's it? That's the best thing that came out from him? Loki wanted to slap himself; he knows he is being a hardheaded bloke. He knows he's being childish, but damn he's just perfectly fine living like he does now.

"What happened to my ambitious Loki?" Frigga said more to herself, remembering how Loki gets invited to different schools to compete for debates and spelling bees and chess competitions. Loki was a bright kid when he was younger, he excelled in school and he loves reading, he read Tolstoy when he was 9, and he received a lot of awards and recognition. But what now, he got kicked out of Harvard for grave misconduct and he had been admitted to rehab for drug addiction, he didn't graduate, and now he's just running around doing who knows what.

"Your 'ambitious Loki' is still here mother. He's just taking a break that's all." Loki said as his thin lips curling into a smirk, making her mother even more pissed off.

"Well, starting tomorrow your break is over. I have already arranged appointments for you to meet the lovely girls I've talked to, don't you worry I've chose and interviewed them myself so I guarantee you they are beautiful. You will get to know them and when you've found your match, you will be engaged soon."

Loki watched as his mother stood up, his mouth agape, and millions of curses are running on his mind.

"That's absurd! You can't do that!" he exclaimed.

"Yes I could my dear; anyway, I will call you about the details tonight. Oh, and Thor will call you, perhaps today as well, he'll be arranging all that's needed to be done so you could get back to work, and I assure you he will give you a higher position than the last you had," Frigga stooped to kiss him on his forehead and with a final "I love you" his mother retreated.

Loki wanted to finish his meal but he's too enraged he lost his appetite. Just as he was about to get up and leave his phone vibrated on his pocket so he proceeds to check it and seeing that it's his brother Thor, he declined. But after a few moments his phone goes again so he just disdainfully answered the call.

"What is it now?" Loki asked irritably as he walks to the lifts and back to his penthouse.

"Brother, meet me at St. Regis today. We'll have a few drinks. And I have some things to discuss with you." Thor's deep voice said.

"Yeah I was informed. I'll see you there." Before Thor could even say another word Loki clicked his phone shut. Working for their company again would be tolerable, barely, but what he can't tolerate is to be arranged to some chicks he doesn't even know and be treated like a fucking puppet prince in the 1600s.

….

Darcy's intended job hunt after class had been delayed because of the text that she got from Richard saying that he had some chores for her to do before going to work in the afternoon, so now Darcy found herself walking in the streets of Madison Avenue with five white Yves Saint Laurent paper bags on both arms thinking that she's not being paid enough as a fashion assistant. When she was on her way out of Culver, Richard called her and instructed her to bring the clothes to St. Regis –ASAP because he thinks that his models are lacking something. And those are the YSL samples and much to Darcy's dismay the samples are lying around in Richard's apartment, which is just a few blocks away from her campus, so bingo she's the one who gets to do the job.

"Hello! Darcy where are you? The photo shoot is starting now! We need more options here!" the annoying voice of Richard-bitch-Boothby said over Darcy's earphone.

"I am almost there Richie! Calm the fuck down. Oh here! I can see St. Regis now –I swear I'm not lying! And don't forget to pay for the cab, so freaking expensive and it didn't even dropped me in front of the stupid building!" Darcy yelled exaggeratedly on her microphone making the other passerby look at her. "K bye!" without waiting for her boss's reply she ended the call and hit the play button on her phone and continued listening to Arctic Monkeys.

She was singing in sync with the music inside her head as she carefully padded on the huge puddle on the street that a broken fire hydrant is creating, thankfully the pavement is elevated because if not her favorite sneaks would be completely drenched. But when she thought that her shoes and herself and the expensive bags are safe from being drizzled, she was very wrong. Suddenly she heard a loud screeching sound coming from a white sports car and all she could do is shriek as the puddle splashed all over herself. Honestly, she couldn't care less about herself all that matters to her are the bags and the stupidly expensive stuff inside it, which are now soaked.

"You asshole!" she yelled as she watched the white car drive away, but luckily there's a traffic jam at the end of the street just before St. Regis making the car come to a halt. Darcy took the chance and she ran as fast as she could until she reached the said damned car.

"Hey! Hey! You douchebag!" Darcy said knocking excessively on the car's tinted window. Line of curses and insults are running in Darcy's head just waiting to be said once the window opens. But as she stooped and saw the guy sitting on the driver's seat her mouth came to an 'o'. Oh the reckless driver is pretty hot. She immediately brushed those thoughts away as she sees the guy's hand reach for her, with a hundred dollar bill. Oh hell no.

"Dude these clothes are worth more than that! And let me just tell you, this is New York there are a lot of people here, you couldn't just drive the way you want to, and just because you're driving a –a motherfucking Jaguar doesn't mean you have an excuse!" Darcy was seething, she knows she's over reacting but hell, if this won't get fixed or paid. It's going to be taken from her salary.

"Oh you're not a homeless person." The guy said with a hint of British in his accent as his perfectly arched eyebrows shot upwards. And how dare he thinks of Darcy as a homeless person! Grunge meets hipster outfit is totally not a homeless-person style, she swears it's true she looked it up on Pinterest. Darcy glared and almost gritted her teeth as she saw where the guy's eyes are directed. Looking down at her v-neck shirt, she saw the ample top part of her girls, wet, dripping wet.

"Yes I'm not, how dare you? And you're not only a reckless driver you're also a pervert!-" she paused mid rant as the other cars behind his are honking angrily towards them and the cars in front of him are already moving.

"Look miss I have an important meeting right now, let me just give you my calling card, and let's settle this some other time, alright."

And with that the window starts rolling up again, leaving Darcy wet, and disappointedly not in a good way.

Darcy wanted to cry but she told herself that she's a woman now, she can handle this. She can handle Richard's bitching later and she can handle that stupid British guy. Yes Darcy you could.

Darcy read the ivory white card on her hands, on the top a company named, Asgardian Holdings INC. was written on it. And the name of the guy, Loki Laufeyson, was printed elegantly. More like Loco, she mused, what kind of stupid name is that anyway? She made a mental note to google what 'Loki' means later. And just below the name a boasting bold print says, Executive Consultant. Darcy wondered what kind of ideas would that nut-job shares when they're consulting him. Without thinking twice she grabbed her phone from her pants pocket and dialed his phone number, bracing herself to hear his deep silky british-y voice on the line. Darcy was about to speak but ended up disappointed when she realized that she just reached his voicemail.

"Stupid fucking nut-job."

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