Darcy tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. She knew she had to get this guy some clothes but she didn't have a clue where to get them in Portland. She thought of a nice Moores back at home she wanted to bring him to. If she brought him anywhere.

Silently, Darcy got up and started to pack her things. Loki just watched, bored. Much less threatening than moments earlier, which made Darcy very happy. More relieved, but whatever. She was ok now. Death didn't seem to be happening for either of them. She eventually started mumbling things to herself, of course, but if the "god" of mischief and lies paid any attention, she didn't notice. Finally, she marched right out the door, leaving it wide open and threw her bags into her old toyota.

"Get in, Loser, we're going shopping."

Loki raised an eyebrow at that. Nonetheless he obeyed and made his way to the car. Darcy was keen to see him magic-science open the locked door. He tried. He failed. He stared at her like it was her fault. Then it hit her. Loki didn't have his powers.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

"You don't have your powers!" She yelled, as if she was accusing him of something. Which, she guessed she was. She didn't have to be so scared of him if he was as human as she was. Which he probably wasn't.

Right. Still dangerous. Dangerously delicio- Nope. Can't drool over him the whole ride home. He'll kill me.

Loki blinked at her like she was a struggling ant.

The mortal is an idiot. Albeit a curious one. Almost interesting.

Darcy face palmed at her own train of thought.

But not quite.

Darcy then unlocked the doors and made sure Loki buckled up like she did. Only when they were both sitting beside eachother awkwardly did Loki speak.

"Why did you call me a loser?"

This is going to be a long ride.

Darcy sped towards her family's farmland in Canada as fast as she could. She'd bring Loki to the one safe place that she knew of. That was if she could get him past the border.

"Liscence and registration," the cop at customs said, leaning in to look at Darcy and her passenger. Loki returned his stare and the cop just shrugged and went to check out Darcy's ID on the computer.

"Be any more creepy?" Darcy accused.

"... Be any more insolent?" Loki retorted. He was catching on to her lingo fast. She drove with great speed for such a weak little thing. Loki wasn't sure he wanted her to drive any faster, but he did tire of his sleepwear.

The officer returned Darcy's identification and let the two through into the country.

"It has been hours, Darcy, really, where are you taking me?"

"I told you, to get a suit. An entire suit. Pants, jacket, everything."

"Must we really travel so far for such attire?"

"Yes. Trust me."

Loki rolled his eyes.

The little minx had better reward me for my trust.

Half an hour later they had finally arrived. The farm. Darcy pulled into the dirt driveway and turned off the engine.

"This is your Moores?" Loki asked skeptically.

"No, you fool, this is my home. I'm too tired to drive you all the way to town to Moores until tomorrow. Now, suck it up and let me introduce you to the farm."

"I am not tired. I require clothing," Loki pouted.

"Look. I know you need clothes but please just wait one more day and let me get myself together. Going shopping with an alien wasn't exactly what I thought I'd be doing on my first vacation in years."

"I require sustenance," was all Darcy received as an answer.

"Fine." Darcy jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind her. "Come on, I'll start dinner. Forget the grand tour. Forget I even offered."

Loki followed Darcy towards the small shack that couldn't have been her house. Only it was. He couldn't believe anyone could live in such a dump. Nevermind be proud enough to offer a tour of such a place. However, he wasn't thick enough to miss that he had hurt the girl's feelings.

"I am sorry that I offended you," Loki started, only to have the screen door shut before his face. He let himself in and was immediately sorry. The place was in the same condition on the inside as the outside.

Small and a complete mess.

"Darcy, I am truly sorry," Loki tried again. This time he was met with Darcy's wide blue eyes, wet with tears threatening to spill out.

"No, Loki, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I have to live in such a dirty mess all the time and that I don't have the money to fix it up and that I don't have a job because SHEILD no longer exists because the universe has so many big bad guys - Just. Like. You!" Darcy slammed her bags on the kitchen table and couldn't help one tear from escaping.

"Darcy..." Loki took a step towards her.

This is too close... too imtimate.

"Darcy, I would very much like to go on a tour of your home," Loki said, stepping back, but putting on the most sincere face he could. Which was easy because this time he really was being sincere. He was so used to lying, acting his way through life, that he forgot how to let his true emotions show. Until just now, he realized, he wasn't actually putting on a face. He was letting his face show through.

"Okay," was all that Darcy could squeak out. She wiped her eyes, grabbed the unsuspecting man by his hand and led him back out the door.