Loki dropped her arm the second the door shut behind them. Darcy nearly laughed at his eagerness to be done with touching her. Instead, she looked around the room. It was large, with the same pale cream and gold architecture of the rest of the city and one wall open to a balcony blocked only by sheer curtains that made it seem larger still. It was also cluttered. The deep browns of mountains of leather books battled the intended green and gold color scheme for dominance of the room. Darcy couldn't say with any certainty which side was winning that battle.

"Is this your room?" She asked, picking up a book with hand written runes on the cover. Funny, if she'd thought about it at all she'd have expected his room to be both immaculate and darkly gloomy. "You do know they do make shelves for these, don't you?"

"We have an hour before we'll be expected at the feast." He said, not bothering to answer her questions. He snapped the book from her hand and placed it back on its stack. "You'll find more suitable attire on the bed."

"Bu-" Darcy couldn't even complete the word before he had turned and passed through doors off the side opposite the large bed. They slammed behind him with a sound that had her ears ringing.

"Well somebody's just a pleasant ball of sunshine today," she muttered. She turned to the bed, not at all surprised that the sheets were a deep green and that a handful of books and parchments were scattered across the surface. There was also a dress laid out on the pale fur blanket, still green but a much lighter shade that reminded her of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "And I don't suppose I could have gotten something nice before the entirety of Asgard was staring at me. Nope. Just me and my haven't-had-time-to-wash-in-a-week walmart jeans. I'm sure that made a great first impression." She sighed, wondering if it was safe to change or if Loki would come storming back when she was half done. Probably she had time, she thought. He'd all but told her to change after all. And he was likely going to be locked in… was it a bathroom? Closet? Well, likely to be out of her hair until he absolutely had to come back, anyways. Probably brooding. Darcy rolled her eyes at that thought and pulled her sweater up over her head and shimmied out of her jeans.

The dress slid on easily enough, but she was at a loss for how to do up the fastenings along the side. They were, quite literally, alien. Well, Loki would just have to help when he came back. She sat on the bed, wondering if she should call him. Or snoop. How often did a girl get to snoop in a god's bedroom.

Of course, with the mood he was in he'd probably turn her into a frog if he caught her snooping. Deal or no deal. And seriously? Asgard had space travel and hadn't mastered the bookshelf?

Not that she really blamed him for the mood, she thought as she pulled her brain back onto a more productive track. The whole ceremony thing had been uncomfortable enough to make her snappy. And she'd been relieved with the way Oden had been a bit dismissive of her. She doubted Loki felt the same way.

Damn it. She wasn't supposed to start empathizing with the guy. He was still a creep. And only a semi reformed villain. And he tried to blow up her internship with a giant robot. And tried to enslave her species. And he was still kind of a jerk.

But Darcy was one of the good guys, or tried to be. And that meant being nice when someone was upset. Even when that someone was an arrogant, snarky, sort-of-ex super villain. Besides, he was Thor's brother and they'd… kinda made up.

Mind made up, she knocked on the doors he'd vanished through. When no answer came, she took a deep breath. "Loki?" She waited a moment before calling out again, louder. "Loki? Are you ok?"

"Why would you think otherwise?" His voice was as angry as it had been when he left.

"I just…. wanted to check." She winced. The whole idea was probably stupid. He'd not shown any indication that he wanted her to be nice to him, after all. Still.

"Loki?"

"WHAT?"

The all-but-snarl broke her nerve and made her stutter the first excuse that she thought of. "I… I don't know how to do up the dress." There was a bang, followed by what she could only interpret as muffled cursing. And then, of its own accord, the dress began to fasten itself. Darcy blinked. Well. That part was less embarrassing than expected.

"Cool. Thanks." She turned, deciding that she'd take in the view from the balcony and leave him to sulk. "That was actually really cool," she called back over her shoulder.