A/N: Ok all my wonderful peeps, here's the new chapter and it's early! So rejoice, lol. You're all lucky i'm working this weekend because i wouldn't be posting early otherwise, but yeah, Just a little disclaimer, the song Darcy sings is "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship. It's a good song, i suggest listening. Now, just a reminder, review and you get a preview *hint hint*. Enjoy!


Loki hoped for the sake of his own sanity that the girl was going to act more appropriate this evening. Ever since he had approached her about his plan she had been so annoyingly confusing in her behavior. While she seemed not to care one way or the other that he was there and he was trying to take over her world (again), he knew she was still fearful of him at least some of the time. That last encounter with her though was perhaps the strangest of their conversations by far. He touched his cheek again, still feeling as though some of the offending substance was still on his skin.

"I make them good girls go bad!" He heard Darcy before he saw the girl and sighed, knowing that she would not, in fact, be acting any better than the last time.

"I know your type, Boy you're dangerous, Yeah you're that guy, I'd be stupid to trust, but just one night couldn't be so wrong, You make me want to lose control," he listened to her nonsensical singing along with the obnoxious song that was playing, waiting on her couch for the girl to reveal herself. When she came out of her bedroom, Loki was not prepared for the sight she presented. Darcy was in nothing but a pair of boy shorts, bra, a men's casual dress shirt worn no higher than at her elbows, and a pair of socks. She was still singing, completely oblivious to his presence, her eyes closed. She spun around at one point, presenting her back to him, and the trickster god was very surprised to see a set of familiar runes printed on her skin below an intricate design set in the middle of her back. The design, which looked Celtic in nature, was a serpent curving alongside an elaborate "S", the four runes that spelled his name in Old Norse below that. Above the serpentine letter were the words "agent of chaos" written in flowing letters. He only had a moment to examine the marking before Darcy spun around again, her blue eyes zeroing in on him and going wide in surprise. She made an odd squeaking noise before pulling the overly large shirt up to cover herself and running back into her room, slamming the door behind her. Loki smirked, pleased with her shocked reaction. When she dared reemerge from her room she was fully clothed and still red from embarrassment.

"Hi," she mumbled, choosing to sit in the chair across from him rather than with him on the couch.

"Hello," he greeted, laughter still in his voice. She scowled, hearing his amusement.

"So let's get this over with. You read over the whole thing last time before you ran away, right?" she asked, already pulling the document up on her computer. His humor immediately died at her statement.

"I did not 'run away' Miss. Lewis. I found your behavior inappropriate and so decided to come back at another time when you would be less offensive," he sneered. She threw a knowing look his way, peering at him over the thick black frame of her glasses.

"Right, well, did you read over this or not?" she repeated.

"Yes, I have read the entirety of your restrictions. Although I am inclined not to adhere to the portion about not killing any of your heroes, I do not see any issue with simply restraining them until after my rule is in place. An exception may have to be made regarding the beast though," Loki told her.

"Fair enough," she nodded, knowing the Hulk could kick Loki's ass without breaking a sweat, "Well then, I'll just print this thing out."

"I am very curious Miss. Lewis, how do these contracts you humans make keep you from still going back on your word?"

"Usually there's a third party involved that is willing to step in if either side doesn't keep up their end of the deal. I don't suppose there is a third party that you're willing to involve though," Darcy explained.

"I'd rather not," he sneered at the thought of telling anyone with any amount of power over him what he was up to or even that he was back on Midgard.

"Fine, since you're all magical and shit can you like, I don't know, enchant a pen or something that if either of us, particularly you, break the deal something horrible will happen?" she asked, looking at him expectantly. He raised an eyebrow at her, giving her an arch look before a smirk graced his face. God did that look make Darcy want to break out the chocolate frosting again.

"I do believe I can manage something like that," he finally responded, picking up a pen from the coffee table and staring at it for a moment.

"There you are Miss. Lewis, your enchanted pen," he chuckled. She glared at him suspiciously for a moment, picking up her computer and hooking it up to her printer to print out the contract.

"You understand if I would like to test it first, right?"

"But of course. What shall the terms be?"

"What's the punishment?"

"For you, I believe the consequence is losing your voice for a day," Loki smirked at her grimace.

"Laryngitis, gee, thanks. What about you?" she grumbled, leaning her hip against the desk and crossing her arms, looking at him expectantly.

"Something far less pleasant, I assure you."

"Tell me exactly," she demanded. He gave her a warning look, but decided to indulge her curiosity.

"I will lose the use of my more advanced magical abilities for a period of time," he sighed, face scrunching in distaste at the thought. The smile that spread across her face made Loki wonder if you could actually injure your face while smiling.

"I like those terms. Alright then, let's see, as a test run you're not going to be allowed to pop into my apartment anymore unless it's an emergency. You will learn to use the front door and you will learn to knock," she told the god, giving him a pointed look. She scribbled out her demand on a blank piece of paper before holding it out to Loki.

"Don't pick anything too crazy, I have to actually be able to do whatever it is you choose," she mumbled as he took the paper and pen from her.

"To be truthful with me at all times, that is all I will ask," he told her, writing it down in his own elegant handwriting before signing the quick contract. Darcy read over what he wrote before also signing it.

"I want to test it out," she immediately decided, looking toward the God of Mischief expectantly. He rolled his eyes, but decided to humor her.

"Do you fear me?" he asked the first question that came to mind. This gave the young woman pause in her excitement, seriously thinking the question over.

"Yes and no. Initially yeah, you scared the hell out of me, but I tend to take most things in stride regardless of whether they scare me or not. Now, you still scare me when you get all moody, but not all the time," she explained. He was impressed with her confession and a bit annoyed that she was able to answer so easily. He thought for sure she would try to deny fearing him. Another question came to his mind just then, one she had avoided earlier.

"When I spoke to you in your office, you said that every child deserves to have both parents in their lives. What were you thinking when you said that?" Loki was intensely curious as to why that seemed like such a personal topic to her and wondered if her own family life was the reason for her concern. Darcy's face scrunched into a glare, and she stormed away from him, running her hand through her hair in agitation.

"That is an off limits topic," she growled. The man grinned, green eyes following her as she paced.

"You promised to be truthful," he reminded her.

"Even if I do lose my voice for a day, I will not tell you about that," she barked, anger quickly rising, much to the trickster's surprise.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat. He wasn't willing to anger his newly acquired accomplice. If she wished to avoid the topic, he would simply bring it up at a later date. He watched Darcy pace for another moment before she seemed to have an idea and she turned to face him.

"Does me refusing to answer your question count as a lie?" she asked. He shrugged.

"I suppose not, but it's also not precisely being truthful with me. I suppose we will see tomorrow what the outcome is. Now, is that infernal contract of yours ready or not? I do have other places to be," he complained. Darcy rolled her eyes, but took a look at the ancient printer in the corner, the machine just coughing out the last page.

"Yeah, it's ready," she stated, sorting through and putting all the pages in order before stapling them together. She scanned the thing one more time before handing it over. Loki signed it with an air of boredom and carelessness.

"There, your silly list of restrictions is signed," he mumbled. Darcy grinned, signing the document herself before tucking it away in a drawer in her desk.

"Thanks Loki," she told him, heading for the kitchen and expecting him to just poof away to do other villainy stuff. She had a quick mental image of him standing over Jane while she was tied to railroad tracks and twirling a patented bad guy mustache. Wow, she really had to cut back on the black and white films. The image did make her laugh though.

"And what, may I ask, is going through that head of yours that is so entertaining?" the god's voice made her jump in surprise, almost dropping the container of soup in her hands.

"Dude, I thought you would've taken off by now," she told him, avoiding the question.

"I find myself curious about a few things and thought that while I was here I might as well get answers, especially now since that little experimental contract of ours is signed," he smirked, sitting at one of the island counter's barstools. Darcy rolled her eyes but decided to humor the trickster god. It's not like she could kick him out anyway.

"Alright then, ask away."

"What was so entertaining?"

"I had a mental image of you as a bad guy from an old twenties movie," she answered, figuring that was enough of an answer for him.

"A 'twenties movie' as in those silent black and white films?"

"Yeah, those…particularly the ones where the bad guy ties the damsel in distress to a railroad," Darcy snickered as the image appeared in her mind again. Glancing over her shoulder, she found Loki with a look of distaste gracing his features.

"You have quite a strange imagination mortal," he informed her.

"And don't I know it," she laughed. There was a moment of silence as Darcy went about heating up soup for dinner and staring at the chocolate frosting on the counter, happy memories of licking it off the god sitting at her counter playing through her head.

"When did you get that...tattoo, you called it?" he asked, startling her from her day dreaming.

"Oh, the one on my back? Yeah, I suppose you would've seen that. I got it when I was about…oh, seventeen, eighteen, so about four, five years ago now. Why?" she questioned.

"Did you pick the design?" he asked, ignoring her question.

"Sort of. I told my friend I wanted something cool and he came up with it. I knew I wanted words and a design to represent me at the time though. I think he did a good job, I'm happy with it," she smiled, resting her hand on her shoulder, thinking about her marking with what seemed to be affection. Loki smirked, knowing she would be very upset if she knew what the ink truly represented.

"I couldn't help but notice the runes. Do you know what they mean?" he asked innocently.

"Um, my friend didn't find a direct translation for me but he said the English words were a close translation. Why? Do you know what it means?"

"Yes."

"And?" She tapped her foot impatiently.

"It's my name in Old Norse," he told her, a look of absolute glee on his face at the expectation of her reaction. He was not disappointed. She gaped at him for a moment, looking completely shell shocked before her face heated in what he supposed was anger at her friend and embarrassment that she had his name permanently etched in her skin.

"I'm going to kill him," she finally growled, turning back to her cooking. His soft laughter did not escape her notice. Choosing to ignore him, she went about getting her meal finished, sitting across from him and eating her food. The god did not seem inclined on leaving any time soon and that just annoyed Darcy even more.

"Didn't you have other bad guy stuff to do?" she snapped at him.

"Yes, I suppose I should be doing other things, but I find you so much more entertaining at the moment," he grinned. She rolled her eyes, becoming even more annoyed and wondering why the universe hated her. I mean, really, he just had to appear when I was dancing around in my underwear, any other time would've been fine, but no, he couldn't have a better sense of timing, she groused in her head. Darcy really didn't want to deal with him any more tonight, she was tired and had work in the morning, flying off to god knows where. Looking around as she was desperately thinking of a way to get him to leave, her eyes landed on the jar of frosting. A positively wicked grin spread across her face as she got up and dumped her empty dishes in the sink. Loki, noticing the change in her, wondered what she was up to now. His green eyes tracked her movements as she cleaned up from her meal before she picked up something from the counter. His eyes widened slightly as he saw her walking back towards her seat with the container of chocolate confection in her hands.

"You're going to eat that again?" he asked, lip curling into a sneer.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just so delicious," she said, grinning at him, her wicked intentions showing through her expression.

"I don't see how you can stand to eat that, it seems completely, disgustingly sweet," he said.

"But that's what makes it good. Besides, you can always just put frosting on something to make it taste better," she smirked.

"Do you mean to make the frosting or the object taste better?" he questioned, keeping a close eye on her and ready to vanish if she made to smear any of that dessert topping on him.

"Well, frosting can be too sweet, but I find it tastes better with a little spice," the grin on her face could be called nothing but devious…it made Loki uncomfortable. He stood abruptly, backing a few steps away from the counter.

"I think it time that I depart for the evening. I will be back in three days' time to inquire about your progress. Until then Miss. Lewis," he nodded to her before vanishing. I have to know how he does that she thought.

"Well now I know how to get rid of an annoying god. Break out the frosting," she giggled to herself.