This is one of the shorter chapters. I'm not overly fond of it, but, I guess it'll have to do. Sorry for the quick updating spam, but I stress-write.

"A lonely speaker in a conversation; her words were swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for..." The Ballad of Mona Lisa, Panic! At the Disco

Disclaimer-because-I-have-to: I don't own Thor.

Sif has known Loki for a long time. Loki knows this. He respects this. He understands this. But that does not mean that, when he arrives at his flat after a day at work to prepare for his date with Darcy, he is ever going to be prepared to find Sif waiting outside for him.

Foolish Sif. What is she doing here? Surely she can't have forgiven Loki that easily for his words; she is a proud woman. Surely she did not appreciate his little mind game; she is not stupid enough to put herself in the line of fire twice.

And yet, here she is, standing in front of Loki's door. The snow in her hair and the way she hugs her body indicate she must have been here a while. Loki parks his car and exits it to meet her, smirking as when he gets close to her, he sees the anger on her face.

"Hello, Sif," Loki greets her smoothly.

Sif's face is cold and stony. "Loki," she spits.

So she isn't forgiving. Well, that is the Sif Loki knows.

"You're becoming awfully attached to me," Loki notes playfully. "Showing up first at my office, and now here? I'm flattered, Sif, really, but I'm afraid I'm not the big, buff blond idiot type you so adamantly pine for."

Sif crosses her arms. "I'm not here for banter, Loki," she informs him.

"Oh, but that's the best part," Loki says dryly. "Shall we go inside?"

Sif turns and waits expectantly for Loki to open the door, not bothering to answer. As soon as Loki has unlocked the door, Sif beats him to the handle and she strolls right in, dropping her coat and seating herself on his couch without a glance towards him.

"No offense, Sif, but I do hope this isn't going to be a habit of yours," Loki calls as he goes into his kitchen, taking out a bottle of wine and two glasses. "What if I had never come home?"

"Like you have anywhere else be," is Sif's cold, calculated reply.

Loki laughs. "And, of course, you don't either," he says knowingly, entering the living room and offering her a glass. "That's why you're here, isn't it? Thor not answering your phone calls?"

Sif pointedly ignores the glass. "I'm not here to talk about Thor."

"As you insist every time we have these little talks," Loki notes. "So if you're not here for my brother, do tell what you're here for. Surely it isn't for me."

"Shut up, Loki," Sif tells him coldly. "I'm not here to play games."

"Then inform me; what are you here for?"

Sif leans forward, glaring at Loki with the anger still evident on her face. "Trying to understand what you're doing," she says. "Your brother informed me that you've been trying to make amends with your family."

"And if I am?"

"Then you're not only a liar, but a fool," Sif says. "I know you don't care about your family. Last time we spoke, you expressed interest in never having Thor as your brother again."

"He's not the only person in my family," Loki reminds her.

"Yes, but he is the one who doesn't deserve your hatred," Sif says. "He did nothing to you, Loki. He never knew of your true parentage. He hid nothing from you. All he ever did was love you like a brother."

"I lived in his shadow," Loki counters.

"Then tell me why that means you ought to hate him."

Loki breaks into a wide grin. "And here you said you were not here to talk about Thor," he says amusedly. "How is that working for you so far?"

Sif frowns. "Somehow, you manage to always turn this on me," she accuses him.

"Well, you didn't keep your word. Someone ought to."

"No more games, Loki!" Sif raises her voice. "Tell me what you're planning."

"And what makes you believe I am planning anything?"

"I know you," Sif says stubbornly, somehow still firmly believing that. "You've always been this way. Everything you do is a pawn in a bigger game to get what you want. I know what you want, and now, I'm seeing your pawns as well. Now tell me what else you're doing."

"My pawns? Sif, you've become illiterate, spending so much time with Thor," Loki mocks. "I haven't the slightest idea what you could be talking about."

"Then let me refresh your memory," Sif snaps, glaring at Loki again, this time more dangerously than before. "I know you don't care for your family. You're just pretending. What else are you going to lie about so you can get Asgard Industries?"

Sif is many things, but she is not stupid. Loki has to give her credit; she's seemingly caught on to his plan well before anyone else has. However, while she may think she's seen all what Loki has planned, she is missing one thing: Darcy Lewis. Oh, Loki was right to get Darcy to be his ploy; no one will expect her.

"Now, now, Sif," Loki says, chuckling and meeting her gaze with a cool, collected demeanor, "wouldn't you just like to know?"

Sif's jaw tightens. "Loki, your family has been a vast help to mine in the past," she says. "I will not idle by and let you destroy it. Your parents and Thor are my friends, and you are one of my friends as well. Please, let your foolish ambitions be put to rest."

"Would a friend have hurt you as I did?" Loki counters. "Would a friend have hurt your feelings, hurt you where you are the most weak? We are not friends. My family is just that: mine. Do not stick your nose into matters that do not pertain to you."

"It is not my business," Sif admits, "but that does not mean I will not intervene. Think about what you are doing, Loki. Your father chose Thor. That is all. You should not be so thick to assume that you are the better son to have been chosen."

"I am the better son," Loki snarls. "But I am not attempting anything as you are trying to pin on me. I do not want Asgard Industries. I am making amends with my family only because I wish to. Do you honestly not believe that?"

"Of course not. You lie. That is what you always do to get what you want."

"Not this time." Loki stands and checks his watch; it is already about to be six in the afternoon. "I'm afraid you have to go, Sif. I have an engagement at eight I cannot miss."

Sif stands up, looking even angrier than before. "Fine," she says. "I will go. But if you even think about betraying your brother just to steal the company, I will kill you. And don't think I won't."

"Why would I expect any less?" Loki smirks. "Goodbye, Sif."

Sif never responds; instead, she angrily turns and leaves. Well, that is just fine; it would not have worked if Sif had questioned about his engagement at eight, or if she had stayed.

After all, Loki cannot risk anyone finding out about Darcy Lewis just yet.

She's late.

Loki has checked his watch for the hundredth time, and it still tells him the same thing: 8:35 P.M. Thirty-five minutes since Darcy was supposed to meet him at the restaurant for their date, and forty minutes since Loki has been standing outside, waiting for her. He feels humiliated to out in the snow with just his suit and no sort of coat, but more so for the feeling that he has been stood up.

He has tried calling, but her phone must be dead, for it goes to voicemail every time. She won't answer his texts either. Loki huffs to himself in indignation at this whole ordeal. Why does he have to be the one chasing this woman? This is foolish. This is stupid. This is a waste of time. He should have just hired an actor or found a more willing woman, because this is ridiculous, the way he has to chase Darcy Lewis.

He should leave. No, he must leave. He cannot stick around any longer and hope this woman will show up, because he is not at her mercy. He is at no one's mercy. Also, he must look quite ridiculous to the people inside the restaurant he stands in front of, having been standing outside in the snow for most of an hour.

"Uh...hey."

Loki turns around when he hears the quiet, almost sheepish voice. Immediately he notices that it was Darcy who had spoken. There she is, standing in the snow with an apologetic smile on her face and dressed in her giant, shabby winter coat (thankfully minus the abomination of her beanie).

"Ms. Lewis," Loki says curtly, straightening his suit jacket.

Darcy bites her lip. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "I'm late."

"Yes, you are very late," notes Loki coldly.

Darcy shoves her hands into her pockets and begins to rock on her heels. "Well, what would you say if I had a really good reason?" she asks.

"And what would that be?"

"...I had to get a life-changing surgery."

Loki has to fight the urge to rub his face in exasperation. "I believe you gave the same reason to your friend yesterday," he reminds her, silently sighing to himself at the ignorance of this woman.

"Fine, I didn't get a surgery. But the day I do, I am so rubbing it in your face," Darcy says, and then she hesitates visibly as she continues, "I was just trying to get ready...and I lost track of time. I'm sort of surprised you're still here."

Loki studies her face. Is she...nervous? She appears to be.

Loki clears his throat. "Perhaps we should go inside," he suggests.

Darcy's nervousness morphs into confusion. "Wait, you still want to go out with me?" she asks. "But I was late. Like, so late that you're like a walking snowman."

"I do not hold it against you," Loki says, sighing in exasperation. "Now let's go inside." There is an unsaid you foolish woman at the end of his statement, but he does not say it.

He opens the door of the restaurant and lets her enter before him, knowing they must be a sight to behold, she in her poor clothing (he did say formal, did he not?), and he with snow dusted over his black suit. In Darcy's words, he is a "walking snowman," and not unjustly said, for he is rather cold and covered in white.

"Reservations under Odison," Loki tells the woman at the front desk smoothly.

"Loki Odison?"

"Yes."

"Right this way, sir."

Loki walks after the woman, with Darcy trailing afterwards dutifully. They reach their table, which is one at the corner of the restaurant, giving the air of seclusion and security.

"May I start you off with a glass of wine?" the woman asks.

"Yes, please," Loki replies. "Get the best one you have."

"Right away," the woman says, curtly nodding and leaving.

Loki turns to Darcy and pulls out a chair for her once they are alone.

"Hey, so you can be charming," she teases as she takes a seat. "I like the place, by the way. It's nice." Her eyes take in the whole place with its deep red walls, well-dressed waitstaff and customers, and the expensive art that decorates the room.

"Yes, I find it to be of my taste," Loki agrees, letting the "charming" comment slide. He is about to say something else, but then Darcy removes her bulky coat and he is rendered speechless.

She is dressed formally after all. The red dress she wears is a deep color, much like the walls, and compliments her light skin tone well. Her hair is curled so it brushes just over her collarbones, which are exposed because of the elegant dress she wears. She is almost...ravishing. However, she clearly does not notice the effect she has left on Loki, because she keeps scanning the room without pausing to look at him once.

"It even has a live band?" Darcy peers over at the musicians who play on a small stage towards the back of the restaurant. "Ugh, but even if the band members are alive, that music isn't. What are they playing, nineteenth century music?"

"Eighteenth, actually," Loki corrects.

Darcy snickers at that. "You're a nerd about music?" she asks amusedly.

The woman from earlier returns with a bottle of wine, pouring both Loki and Darcy a glass and thankfully making Loki tear his eyes away from Darcy. He is still unable to process the woman before him. How can Darcy look like this? How...had he not noticed her beauty before?

Quickly, he shakes his head at the absurd thought. No, of course she isn't beautiful. Just a few days ago he barely found her attractive. And, while she may look nice tonight, it is only because he has not been with another woman in a while. Yes, that must be it, for there is no way he is attracted to Darcy Lewis.

"Yo, Loki," Darcy calls. "Yes or no, you're a nerd about music?"

Loki is quickly set straight by her words. Of course he isn't attracted to this woman; just hearing the way she speaks is enough of a turn off. There is no way in hell he would ever find her attractive. It's just the lighting, and his mind working too hard...

"I-I would not think myself a nerd about music," Loki finally manages out, picking up his wine glass and quickly taking a sip to wet his throat, which has seemingly gone dry. "I have a rather limited knowledge about such."

"You're so a nerd," Darcy says gleefully. "Can you play anything?"

"Piano, and violin on occasion."

"Classical stuff? Booooring," Darcy announces. "Where's the electric guitar? The drums? I'd peg you as a rocker type if you weren't in that suit. When are you ever not going to wear a suit, by the way? I've never seen you look normal."

Loki sighs inwardly. He should've been prepared for her asinine questions.

"Tell me, Ms. Lewis, do you play anything?" he asks, going to her first question.

"Bit of electric," Darcy says, shrugging. "I've never had the cash to fully learn, so I don't own a guitar. Also, you don't have to do the whole 'Ms. Lewis' thing. Just Darcy is cool."

"Very well...Darcy," Loki says slowly.

Darcy takes a sip of her wine and continues to look around the room. Loki, when observing her, finds her fascination with the place rather childish, but also, rather queer. The restaurant is not even one of the best he has ever been to, and yet, this woman sees it as though the room is made of solid gold.

"Perhaps we should order," Loki quickly says.

Darcy looks away from a piece of art she has been studying. "Okay," she agrees, picking up a menu that is before her. She has barely begun to read it when Loki notices that her mouth has fallen open.

"Is something the matter?" he questions, unsure if that is normal for her.

"Yeah something's the matter!" Darcy exclaims. "Do you see these prices?"

Yes, he has. Why is this woman asking?

"Yes, what of them?" he asks patiently.

"They're freaking expensive!"

Loki sighs. "Would you lower your voice?" he asks quietly. The last thing he needs are people of high statuses to be looking in his direction and seeing him here with this lower-class woman. There is a reason he chose a table at the edge of the restaurant.

"Dude, why are you not freaking about this?" Darcy asks, pushing her menu towards him and looking to him incredulously. Her eyes are wide and her mouth still open, painting her to be the very image of ridiculousness.

"Money is not an issue here," Loki tells her calmly. "I invited you, and therefore, I am paying. Now, have you made up your mind? If you wish to hear recommendations, I suggest the filet mignon."

Darcy's mouth closes a little, but not completely. "I can't do that," she counters. "Let you pay, I mean. And what the hell is filling minion? Is that even a thing?"

Loki ignores her ignorance once more (now becoming a master of doing so) and replies, "Darcy, I am a man who believes in treating a woman on a date. Please indulge me, won't you?"

Darcy finally shuts her mouth, pondering his words, perhaps. Before she can say anything else, the waitress comes to their table, notepad in hand, and asks if they are ready to order.

"May we have a few more minutes?" Loki asks, turning to the waitress politely.

"Of course, sir," the waitress says agreeably before she turns and leaves.

Loki turns back to face Darcy and finds she is currently draining her wineglass.

"This is really weird," she groans when she is done.

Loki raises an eyebrow. "Does that mean you will let me pay?"

"Heck no. I'm just saying that it's really weird. Like...Pride and Prejudice stuff weird. God, I hated that book." Darcy sets her glass down. "No offense, dude, but why'd you pick out this place? It's all swanky and kinda ridiculous."

This woman is calling the restaurant ridiculous?

"I thought you found it to be a nice place," Loki reminds her.

"Yeah, of course it is. But I'm really not used to this for a first date. My last date was to the movie theatre, and the guy fell asleep during the previews," Darcy says in her usual ridiculous manner, speaking of things of no importance.

"You believe here to be unsuitable for a first date? How so?" Loki asks.

"First dates are the one you can either do good on or screw up on. There's only a fifty/fifty chance to get out with a good thing, you know? Blowing your money out on a fifty percent chance is kinda pushing it, isn't it?" Darcy asks.

Loki leans foward, smirking. "Do you have such little faith in what this could result in, Ms. Lewis?" he asks softly. "I have not found any reason why this date could be a bad one."

"Dude, I was almost an hour late," Darcy deadpans. "Don't be polite about it."

She is certainly right about this whole date process. Had it been any other woman, Loki would have gone simpler. And if the other woman had expressed half of Darcy's mannerisms, a second date would most certainly not be in order. However, Loki needs Darcy, so that is why this date is unlike any others.

"You were rather late, but I forgive you for it," Loki lies smoothly. "You saw the way I was so quick to judge when we first met. I believe I must be more courteous for now on about mistakes, having made some very choice ones myself that day."

Darcy muses over his words. "So this is your attempt to make me see you didn't mean what you told me," she says. "Well played."

Loki smirks. "Then you accept I am doing well?" he asks smugly.

"Slow down, Edward, I didn't say that."

Loki is about to argue that she implied it when her nickname registers. "Edward?" he questions confusedly, unsure if that is something lower-class people normally refer each other as.

"Like the Twilight vampire. That's you: always tall, pale, and brooding."

"I beg your pardon?" Loki says, voice tinged with annoyance. He is rather tall and does lack certain pigment that makes him darker, but he is never brooding.

"Ooh! That was actually good. Lemme enter that as your name on my phone," Darcy says gleefully, taking out her cell phone and changing Loki's contact name to "Tall, Pale, and Brooding." She then pockets her phone and holds out her palm. "Now give me yours."

Loki eyes her suspiciously. "Excuse me?"

"Your phone. Hand it to me."

Against his better judgement, he does. Darcy then taps her own name in his contacts and changes it, as well as tampers with something else, before she hands it back.

Loki takes one look at the phone and then questioningly reads, "Badass Lewis?"

Darcy shrugs. "Hey, I like it," she says cheerfully.

Loki resists the urge to roll his eyes.

The waitress come back a second later, asking if they are ready to order. Loki orders for himself, and after prompting Darcy to do so, she finally orders as well, but not before changing her mind at least three times. The waitress then leaves with their orders and a promise to refill Darcy's glass.

Loki speaks up when she is gone. "Perhaps we should get to know each other better," he offers, though the offer is one he internally sneers at. "Then perhaps you will see that I am nothing like a vampire."

"Aw, but you'd make the perfect vampire since you're all dark-haired and sexy!"

Loki raises his eyebrows at the last bit.

"Shit...changing the subject now," says Darcy nervously. "Not that you're not sexy or anything, but um, that...wasn't supposed to come out like that."

Loki is honestly surprised by her words. Can it be that she is attracted to him as he is to her? No, wait, he is not attracted to her. He just finds her to be slightly attractive, and that is it. But does she find him attractive? No woman he has ever been with has ever told him so. It makes him feel...prideful.

"Seriously, changing the subject. We should get to that whole getting-to-know-each-other thing..." Darcy trails off, avoiding to look at Loki directly. "Is there anything I should know about you?"

Loki decides to go along. "Such as?"

"I dunno. Crazy ex-girlfriends? Crazy ex-boyfriends? Criminal record?"

If Loki was mystified by the things that come out of this woman's mouth, this is one of them. "No," he says indignantly. "Any past partners of mine have all been female"- this, he says pointedly- "and were not insane. Nor do I have any sort of criminal record."

"Not even driving stuff?"

"No," Loki repeats. He is a very safe driver. What is she implying?

"Really? I'm the opposite," Darcy informs him. "I mean, you probably know that, since I sort of caused Jane to run down your brother, but there are so many infractions on my DMV record I've been considering to change my name or something."

So she is an unsafe driver. Noted.

"I will be sure to never let you drive me anywhere, then," Loki says. "Is there anything else I should know about you as well?"

"Well I don't have any crazy ex-boyfriends, but I do have a few that were real jerks," Darcy says. "They were bigger assholes than you, even. But most of my ex-boyfriends were high school flings. Hey, speaking of, what were you like in high school?"

"In high school?" Loki echoes.

"Yeah, y'know, what were you like? Were you the popular kind of guy? The loser kind? Though if I had to make a bet, it'd be that you were the emo kid at the corner of the classroom, just ignoring everyone."

Loki pauses to take a sip of his wine as he muses over the question. He certainly knows the person he was in high school: one that was invisible. Even with rich parents and no real reason to ever be taunted in school, he was always stuck at the bottom of the social ladder because he never compared to Thor, who was on the football team and had too many friends.

Darcy, who has been watching him eagerly, becomes the slightest bit worried and asks, "Hey, you okay? You're gripping that thing a little too tightly."

Loki realizes he has been gripping his glass tighter than needed.

"No, I am quite alright," he quickly assures her. "I was just recalling something. As an answer to your question, I was one of the most popular kids in school." He is lying through his teeth, but how does one say they were losers back in high school?

"Hmm," Darcy muses as well, tipping her head to gaze at Loki. "I can't see it. Did you ever at least have an emo phase? I can see you in band tees and with a lip ring or something."

Loki quickly changes the subject. "And who were you in high school?" he asks.

"Oh, I was the school slut," Darcy says matter-of-factly. When Loki raises his eyebrows at that, she starts to laugh maniacally. "Kidding!" she cries. "I was the class clown type. Y'know, the one that always said something rude to the teacher that made the other kids laugh? Ah, the good ol' days."

"I see," Loki says slowly, definitely imaging the maniacal woman to be just that.

They are interrupted when the waitress brings them their food. She also pauses to refill Darcy's glass and even tops off Loki's. Darcy immediately takes a drink from her cup while Loki thanks the waitress and then starts to study his meal, ensuring he got everything as he ordered.

Darcy takes a bite of her food and gives an approving look to her dish. "This is bomb," she declares, taking another bite. "Hey, I've got another question for you: what's your family like?" she asks through her food.

Loki stares at her in silent disgust before answering, "What do you mean?"

"What your family is like. That's what I mean. I really don't know anything about you except your dad's sort of famous and you have a brother," Darcy explains. "Do you only have that brother?"

"Yes," Loki answers, "unfortunately." The last part he adds under his breath.

Darcy nods at that. "So what's up with you two?" she asks knowingly. "The last time I saw you guys, it was like you had some sort of daddy issues, the way you were all 'your father!' and stuff."

Loki stiffens involuntarily. "Nothing," he says finally, softening slightly. "My brother is who he is, and I am who I am. There is a bit of...tension between us, sure, but there is nothing else. We are fine now."

Darcy seems to sense he is hesitant about the subject. "Oh, cool," she says simply. "I'm an only child, so I've always been curious about that kind of thing. Sorry if that's a sensitive subject for you or something; I'm not a sensitive person about some things. Or most things."

"That's alright," Loki says through tight lips.

Darcy falls quiet, but not for long. "So if I asked if you were in an emo phase right now-" she begins, looking far too interested in the matter.

"I would say not a chance."

"Hmf. Whatever." Darcy pokes at her meal and then looks back to Loki. "Hey, can I ask you something?" she asks. "Well, something else, since I just did?"

"Go ahead," Loki replies curtly.

"Where exactly do you see us going?" Darcy asks unabashedly.

Nowhere, you foolish woman, I am just using you.

"Pardon?" Loki asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"You're rich. I'm not," Darcy says bluntly. "I'm late, you're not. You're proper and shit and I'm definitely not. You really don't have to stick out this date or anything; I'm a big girl, I can handle rejection."

So she definitely is smarter than Loki gives her credit for. She clearly recognizes normal etiquette between his class and hers, but while Loki would have loved to break ties with this foolish and ridiculously...slightly attractive woman, he cannot.

"You musn't think less of yourself so, Darcy," Loki says calmly. "You are a very interesting woman, and I would like to get to know you. It is a bit premature to ask you this, but, would you agree to a second date?"

"Seriously?" Darcy's eyes widen in disbelief. "Um...okay, yeah, I guess?"

"Good." Loki smiles politely and then takes a sip of his wine, albeit desperately.

"But can I choose what we do for the next date?" Darcy then asks.

Loki lifts an eyebrow at this. The woman's face has lit up- presumably with an idea- and that is probably not going to end well for him. It's on the tip of his tongue to yell out no in any possible way, shape, or form, but what he does do is nod and say, "Of course, if you wish to."

Darcy grins. "Sweet," she says, taking to her own glass. Her smile never falters once, and the image of her actually makes Loki smirk. Is she being mischievous? Loki has always been rather fond of mischief...

The next hour or so arguably goes well, but Loki still often finds his feelings for this woman all over the place. He finds her attractive, and might even enjoy their banter sometimes, but then again, the woman will say something crude and Loki realizes that clearly, he's desperate. He is in over his head with Darcy Lewis, and he doesn't understand why he must go out of his way so much just to please her. It isn't right. It isn't something he enjoys.

And yet, here he is...

As the waitress comes and clears their dishes, Loki thanks her for her service before being sure to pay the bill and leave a generous tip. Darcy does at first resist Loki's paying for her meal, but also admits she did not bring enough money to cover it anyway. Ah, what a silly lower-class woman she is after all.

Loki leads Darcy out of the restaurant, and just like that, they're standing out in the cold snow, illuminated by street lights, back where they started and unsure how to proceed from here.

"Thank you for dinner," Darcy says, finally.

"It is I who should be thanking you," Loki counters. "Until next time?"

Darcy nods, smiling quickly. She is confused as to what to do next; Loki can see it in her eyes. Surprisingly, he also finds himself at a loss; he honestly has not dated a woman in such a long time. Quickly, he takes one of her hands in his, surprised by the soft feel of her skin, and drops a kiss on it.

Darcy's smile flashes once more before she bites her lip. "Well, good night," she says, slowly turning around and sticking her hands in her pockets, presumably to find her car.

"Good night, Darcy," Loki says quietly, and he turns away as well. He is fishing his keys out of his suit pocket when suddenly he feels a soft hand grip his arm, and when he turns, he is surprised when an even softer pair of lips press to his cheek.

Loki watches as Darcy Lewis then walks away, draping herself in her ugly monstrosity of a coat like the lower-class woman she is. Loki lets a hand rest on his cheek, but only to wipe the smudge her lipstick must have left on there.

Or so he tells himself.

See the names of these people below? They're awesome!

Nolesr1

FloraIrmaTylee

Mariale-26

JigokuShoujosRevenge

Bettycaramel16118

rachelisafallenangel

Thank you to the people listed for reviewing, and thanks to everybody else who reads! You're all the reason I love writing so much.

Also, for this chapter: Loki is really confused because he might actually find Darcy attractive (oh no, what a horror for him...), and doesn't understand why, since she's so obviously beneath him. Loki's such a lovable idiot in that way. So where exactly is this going to lead him? We'll see. ;)