note: Still don't know where I'm going but yeah more story have fun with that. Thank you for reading you wonderful people.
Loki's disinterest is a little surprising, as well as a little hurtful, but that is, unfortunately, how it is. For now.
Darcy's still occupied with other, far more important issues: the "before" Loki. She's not sure if she likes this one. Sure, his attractiveness has not dwindled in any sort of way but, nevertheless, he is different. Much different than she'd thought he was.
Dinner was quiet, this may have possibly been due to Thor's incessant outbursts (he must love to hear himself talk, or thinks others do - she forgot he was such an airhead before he met his one-and-only), but Loki was so good. His polite quips and the innocence ever-present in his eyes, his manner, was so strange for Darcy to wrap her head around. She hadn't realized she'd fallen quite head-over-heels for the other one (In other words, her nervousness was reserved for that, whatever he is now - honestly he wasn't much of anything in the beginning of that movie). Also as a side-note she's not too fond of the short hair, she'll have to change that.
Oh, you thought she was just going to let him continue on like that? Oh no.
She's gonna irritate him into oblivion.
"Loki, my main man!" Darcy calls, feet echoing against the marble as she runs up to him. "What's up?"
The tall one replies with a 'gracious' smile. Oh, the rehearsals. "Hello, Darcy, I am well."
"'Well,'" she repeats, "that's swell." She beams up at him. Their height difference is rather perfect.
He returns her humor with a slight nod. What a tight-ass.
"Loosen up a bit, will you?" she elbows him in the ribs.
He toddles to the left, slightly perturbed but obviously he hasn't gotten to know her well enough yet. "'Loose'? What sort of language do they speak in your realm?"
Darcy shrugs, "English."
"I would never have thought," he mutters under his breath.
She bubbles up a little laugh. "Ah, there's the sarcasm. For a second I thought it was non-existent."
"I am clever when need be," Loki explains, rather simply.
"Well, excuse me for not realizing that."
"How did you know?" he asks like a freaking punch to the face. Not slap. Punch.
"I- I'm good at reading people," she stammers, time to run away. "I'll see you sometime. Possibly breakfast. Unless you're not gonna be there. But I definitely am. It is the simple equation that food equals Darcy. Just thought I should clarify that. I'm talking too much seeing by the look on your face so bye."
She turns the corner.
He never thought his patience could ever be stretched so thin. She was driving him mad.
Loki takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment. He isn't very fond of this woman, actually he found her extremely irritating from the very second he laid eyes on her, honestly she eats like a savage. She is unkempt, unaware, and unthinking in everything she does. It took him one simple conversation to come to that conclusion.
He'll have to be especially cognizant whenever her unpredictable presence may arise.
It's day two and she's already very bored. And this dream is the longest one she's ever had, but she's not sure if that's a good thing anymore.
"Every day is so same-same," she mutters under her breath, scuffing her feet against the floor as she heads towards breakfast. Oh, and another thing: Loki, Loki, is absolutely dull. She saw him striding with those long legs of his, stroke up a conversation and left feeling unfulfilled. He's so closeted.
She stops, eyes wide. Closeted. Oh no.
Loki's not gay, is he?
"No, no of course not," she practically scolds to herself. "I can't blame sexual orientation for the lack of sexual attraction." Exuding from him, she's ready to pounce.
She's having conversations with herself.
This is when she misses Jane. But food's there to make her feel better.
Food is always there.
"Sif, Thor, Loki, the other three whose names I haven't bothered to learn yet," she deadpans, nodding to each of them as she takes a seat.
It's like reflex. Every time she's around Thor's cockiness skyrockets to infinity. Slightly annoying but also amusing. And a little attractive. Not as much as Loki but no one can compare that magnificent creature to anyone. Her thoughts are so conflicted.
"...and that is how I led the glorious victory of that battle my friends, my brother, and I endured," Thor ends, content with his story-telling.
Darcy heard none of it. She got lost after "the." She goes for a nod because words could lead her down the path of I-wasn't-listening.
"So," Darcy begins, best to change topics. To herself. "I was thinking someone needs to show me around this place. So," she stops, turning and point to the face of the god of lacking mischief, "Loki, I was wondering if you'd be interested in giving me a tour of Asgard. You have two options, either yes or yes."
Loki goes for the former.
She, too, is clever when need be.
It's like he's put up an invisible wall. He hides behind it all the fucking time. But not just with her, she noticed, but with everyone. At least, that's what she thinks. Maybe she can't accept that fact that he is not what she has grown to know him as. Unfortunately she doesn't want to accept him any other way.
He knocks on her door bright and early and exactly when she's unprepared. She's about to open the door but thankfully looks down: oh, right. She's naked. Darcy quickly wraps the nearest, largest piece of material she could find. It just happened to be her bed sheet.
"Give me a minute!" she shouts, surveying her appearance in the mirror. All is covered. She wrenches open the gigantic door. "H-hi." Damn her stammering. Damn her half-nakedness.
Loki's eyes never stray from her face. "I've come to give you the tour you desired, though I see you are occupied," he insinuates from her scandalous attire, giving it a quick once-over. She almost thinks it lingered, but she blames her mind for that assumption.
"Ten minutes and I'll be out. I swear," Darcy promises, removing one arm wrapping the sheet around her and sticking her pinky out.
He looks down at it, an eyebrow cocked till he raises his pinky as well. She takes it with hers, pulling his arm down with every word: "Pinky." Down. "Promise." Down. He almost falls.
The surprise on his face was priceless.
"Sorry about that. I didn't expect you to be that early." she says since the silence began to eat at her from the inside out.
"You did not expect me to arrive on time? Well I apologize for not meeting your expectation," Loki retorts. Whoa there.
Well, that was rude. She liked that. "Yeah, you should be bowing down to my womanly tendencies. On your knees."
"I prefer kneel, actually," he arrogantly ripostes.
Oh, the irony. The irony. She bursts out laughing, "That is just beautiful."
"Kneeling? That is what they consider to be beautiful in your realm?"
"On some occasions, yeah. If you're into the kinky shit."
He doesn't bother to ask anymore questions. He's left further confused with every answer.
This woman is unlike any other. Her amusement to every snide remark he makes attracts rather than repels her. Her presences addles him; he cannot help but insult and criticize her in every way he can think of. He's never behaved as such with anyone before; he's never wanted to. She brings the worst out of him.
It's only been two days since he's met her.
"Yeah, Asgard is a fucking paradise," she bluntly concludes, as she walks across the rainbow road to the final exhibit: the bifrost.
Loki doesn't reply. She turns around. He's stopped, contemplatively looking away from the sun. Away.
"Of course," she interrupts his musings, "you turn away from it."
He looks at her, confusion fleeting. He settles for suspicion. "You act as though you know me."
"Again," she recalls from earlier, "I am good when it comes to reading people or whatever I'd said earlier. It comes naturally." Huh. That actually sounded confident.
"Of course," his expression softens, though only slightly. "How could I forget."
"Now," she says, "let's go see the fancy gate thing." Darcy grabs his hand because she's bold.
She curses, immediately releasing his grip. She looks down.
It burned. She looks to Loki, mouth agape.
He is, too.
What the hell Dream, now you won't even let her touch him?
Asshole.