They made it back to Barb's house and Thor sat his cat on the couch. Loki kept his in his shirt with the kittens head being the only thing you could see of it.

"Have you come up with names yet you two." Darcy asked.

Thor answered immediately. "His name is Maximus." Darcy burst out with laughter.

"I guess that works." she says, trying to stop laughing, but failing to do so.

Maximus licked his nose and yawned. He lied on the couch looking like a big ball of orange fluff.

"How about you Loki?" asked Jane.

"His name is Terror."

"Terror?"

"Yes. Terror. He may apear to be cute now, but he will soon use that to his advantage and be able to strike terror into the hearts of men."

Jane, Darcy, and Barb were all smiles and giggles when he said this. He on the other hand was very serious.

"Well. As always, it was great haning out, but I got to get home and feed my fish. I'm surprized they aren't all dead yet considering how many times I've forgotten to feed them." Darcy stated.

"They won't be alive for much longer." They all turned to look at Loki who had Terror out and in his hand, rubbing under his chin with his thumb. The kitten purred.

"You keep that adorable little thing away from my fish."

I can not guarantee anything."

Darcy and Loki left as all but Loki said their goodbyes.

"I still don't know what a guppie looks like." stated Thor, a little disappointed.

"Oh. We didn't show him at the pet store. I forgot." said Jane. "But that's fine. I'll show you online when we get to my place. Bye mom."

Loki sat hugging Terror to his chest as he hid in his shirt. Terror didn't much care for the car ride, and it was all Loki could do to calm him down. They were half way to Darcy's apartment when she forgot something. "Oh. I have to go back."

"What? Why?"

"I forgot something."

"Surely it can wait."

"Yes. But I don't want it to."

"Just get home. You can call them later and see if Barb will drive it to you. I need to get Terror out of the car."

"Fine."

Once there, Loki jumped out of the car and hurried inside, leaving Darcy behind in the car. She pulled out her cell and dialed Barb. "Hey. I forgot those gloves I bought Loki. Can you bring them to me?"

"Not at the moment. I am making dinner. How about tomorrow?"

"That's fine. I will probably just come and get them. I'm sure I will be visisting anyway."

"Alright. See you tomorrow. Love you Darcy."

"Love you too."

"Send my love to Loki."

"Um. Ok."

Darcy ran inside her apartment to find Loki laying on th couch with Terror hoisted up into the air laying limp in Loki's hands. Silly cat. Just didn't care. Darcy went and sat by Loki on the floor looking up at the cat.

"Whacha doing?" Darcy asks.

"I am testing the patience of this kitten. I want to see how long it will take before he meows. He is quite good. Do you want to pet him?"

"Yes." Darcy said, reaching a hand out, however, Loki pulled Terror away.

"Well too bad."

Darcy frownd, and the kitten meowed. "Finally." Loki said, placing the kitten down onto his chest. His arms were getting tired. Loki noticed Darcy's expression from the corner of his eye and wanted to laugh. "Jealouse?"

Darcy laughed. "Yes. I am totaly jealouse of a cat."

She stood up, but Loki let Terror go and grabbed her waist pulling her down so she sat on his stomach, her legs dangling off the couch. Terror mewed again, and hopped off the couch heading for the kitchen. "Oh. I wanted to pet him." Darcy whined. Loki chuckled and pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her cheek. She rest their on top of him for a while in silents listening to the rythm of Loki's heart beat.

"So what did you forget at Barbs?" Loki asked, breaking the silents.

"None of your busness." Darcy states with a soft smile.

Loki chuckled. She was such a pain. But the good kind of pain. Loki rubbed her head and she found herself getting tired by the second.

"Stop Loki. I still have to cook dinner, and put the litter box out for the cat. No. It's your cat, so your job. You have to put up the litter box and make sure he's fed."

Loki chuckled. "All in good time Darling."

"No. Now."

Loki could hear her fatique in her voice, and felt her chest raise and drop slower and slower.

"You need to get some sleep."

"No. I'm wide awake." Darcy lied. A yawn escaped her throat which made Loki chuckle again.

"Yeah. Wide awake. Why don't you just rest your eyes for a little while."

"Fine. But just a little while. Don't leet me fall asleep. I'll punch you." Darcy warned.

Loki laughed.

"Loki you bastard! You let me fall asleep."

Loki moaned and rubbed his eyes. They were still on the couch.

"Oops." he said with a grin.

Darcy sighed and climbed off him.

"If that cat of yours shit somewhere, your cleaning it up."

Darcy hopped into the shower and came out in her towl, rushing to her room. When she came out, she was wearing dark blue jeans and her Starbucks shirt.

Loki had the litter box set in the bathroom and the cat food down on the floor in the kitchen. He hopped into the shower after her and came out in light blue jeans and a blue dress shirt that Barb had bought for him. His hair was combed back and his face had become a little stubbly with hairs.

"Wow Loki. You look very handsome today." Darcy said with a smile and two thumbs up.

"And I don't everyday?" asked Loki with a grin.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't. You're going to have to show me."

Darcy walked up to Loki and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with a smile. She leaned up on her toes and planted a kiss on Loki right on his chin, then snuggled her nose into his chest. Loki chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.

"I was hoping for something more sexual, but I guess that will do." stated Loki with a smile. Darcy burst out in laughter.

"Maybe later. I got to get to work."

"I'll go grab Terror."

"No. We can't bring him with us."

"And why not?" asked Loki, letting her go and stepping back.

"Because my job doesn't allow pets. Terror will be fine. Where is he anyway?" Darcy asks looking around.

"He's on the couch."

"Alright then. Let's go." She grabbed Loki's hand and lead him out the door.

Loki sat at the corner of the room which he labled as his, and watched Darcy hurry about filling up drinks and pulling out pastries for the costumers. They had been there for two hours now, the whole time Loki watched the first few episode of The Walking Dead on Darcy's Netflix account. She had showed him how to use it before she began her shift. It was time for her to go on break, so grabbing a piece of carrot cake, she left her station and sat next to Loki.

"Are we almost done here?" he asked.

"Almost. Only a few more hours."

Loki sighed and bit into the carrot cake Darcy brought him.

"Are you not liking the show?" she asked.

"The show is just fine. I'm just bored. These women keep staring at me."

"Don't men like it when women stare?" asked Darcy confused.

"I don't. It's inpolite."

"That's true." Darcy looked around, and there were many woman looking at the two of them, however, when Darcy would meet their eyes, they quickly looked away.

The bell dinged as a costumer came in. He wore a heavy brown coat, and a New York Yankees hat covered his face. No one payed him any mind at first. No one at all. Their were a lot of weirdos in New York, that after a while you didn't seem to notice them so much anymore. The man had both hands in his pockets and waited in line. By the time he was up, Darcy was gone from Loki's side and back in her station. Becca had to leave for a dentist appointment so Darcy's half hour break was cut in half.

"Hello sir. What can I get for yeah?" asked Darcy with a smile. The man didn't look up, which Darcy found unsettling about him. His hand wiggled in hi pocket.

"Is everything ok sir?" Darcy asked, trying to hide the shakyness in her voice.

The man smiled, though Darcy couldn't see it. The man pulled out his hand which held out a Glock 34 Pistol. Darcy gasped.

"Give me all the money in the register!" he demaned, still not looking up at her.

"Really? Why today?" Darcy whined and she opened the cash register. Loki looked up to see what the comotion was about as the people around him screamed and dropped to the floor, giving him a clear view of Darcy and the man.

"Get a bag to put it all in." the man demanded.

"You didn't bring one? Don't jerks like you usualy bring a bag when they rob a place?" she asked pissed.

"Watch it." he warned. Darcy locked eyes with Loki, who looked like he was going to tare this man to shredds. Darcy knew Loki could take him down easy. She just needed to buy him some time.

"What? You'll shoot? Please. I doubt theres even bullets in your gun. Look at you. Is this your first time robbing someone. You don't even have a mask. Isn't that what the first lesson is in douche bag college? Always wear a mask before robbing a place." Darcy was on a role. Daniel lie on the floor a few feet behind her. He wanted more than anything to help, but he knew if he got up now, he would only make matters worse. So he just lied there, shouting from inside his mind, telling her to stop talking and do what the man says.

Loki stood. With quick steadyness, and in almost complete silents, snuck up behind the man.

"That's mine who you are pointing that gun at." he whispered to the man.

The man turned in horror, wondering how he was able to sneak up on him like that, and pointed the gun on Loki.

'Humans and their guns.' thought Loki disgusted. Loki swooped his arm, hitting it against the mans wrist that carried the Glock 34 Pistol, and swung his other arm up connecting his fist to the guys jaw. The man fell back onto the counter, slamming his head against the cash register which clicked it open. Loki did not wait for the man to recover, and instead hit him again in the gut, and punched in his nose, shattering it with sharp snaps of the bone. The man began to randomly shoot, and one bullet peirced through Loki's side. Loki clinched it and let out a small cry. Darcy jumped on the counter, grabbing the man from behind before he could fire the gun again.

She held on tight to his neck in hopes of making him pass out, and Loki stood back up, clinching the arm with the gun and twisting it, popping his shoulder out of place. The pain shot through his body, and the man let the gun go. Daniel meanwhile crawled to the sink, pulling out the fire extinguisher. Standing he called out to Darcy who turned to see him. She took one look at the fire extinguisher and hoped off of the mans back, and held her arms out as Daniel tossed it to her. Loki spun the man around and Darcy swung making contact with the mans jaw, shattering that as well. The man fell to the floor in defeat, and almsot past out from the pain, but Loki wasn't done with him yet. He turned the man onto his back and knelt down beside him, punching him over and over. This terrified Darcy. She didn't know what to do. She had never seen Loki so angry before. He was turning back to that dark side of his. No.

Darcy dropped the fire extinguisher and dropped to the floor behind Loki, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him from behind.

"Loki. You have to stop now. It's alright. He's harmless now. He can't hurt anyone. Please Loki. Stop."

"How can I! This bastard was going to kill you. And for What?! Money?! You humans are pathetic!"

Darcy cringed. That comment hurt her. Says the man that tried to kill a bunch of people in order to rule them. She wanted so bad to say that, but she couldn't with all these people around. She just couldn't put him in that danger, or most improtantly, put the civilians in danger.

Darcy pulled on Loki, tying to get him to stop before he killed the man if he wasn't dead all ready. She grabbed his arms and with all her strength crossed them onto his chest and held him back. He finally gave in seeing that there wasn't much left to punch of the guys face. It was all crushed up bone now. Loki felt the wound in his side, and tears started flowing from his eyes. 'Damn that hurts.' he thought to himself. Loki stopped for second, and felt Darcy behind him. She was vilently shaking. 'Damn.'

Loki unwrapped her arms from him and slowly turned his body to face her. She was weeping heavily, and wouldn't look at him. Loki put his hands on each cheek of hers and pulled her face up. Darcy took one look at him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Loki sighed and picked her up bridal style, trying his best to ignore the pain in his side. He carried her out the door and into her car.

"What are you doing?" Darcy asked him. "We need to get you to a hospital so they can sew you up."

"I am not going to any hospital. I am taking you home."

"But Loki-"

"No buts." He slipped his hand in Darcy's pocket, pulling out her phone, and searched for Barbs number. He told her the situatoin and she said she be there asap.

"Thank you Barb."

Daniel came running out with manager Richard.

"Darcy. Are you alright?" Richard asked, before Daniel could.

"Yes. More shaken up than anything, but I'm fine."

"That was some heroic deed you two did. Thank you so much. From now on, you two are going to get free Starbucks drinks for the rest of your lives. You look like you need a hospital." Richard stated, turning to Loki.

"I'm not going to a hospital. I'll be fine."

"If you say so."

"Darcy. I have your lap top." He handed it to Darcy who thanked him with a smile. Loki had her sitting in the passenger side, but he was still standing outside of the car next to her. He wanted to be in there with Darcy to comfort her.

"I would get out of here before the police come and people start pointing you two out." Richard stated. "Don't want anything going with the police. I'll take the tape from the scene out so they don't find it. I don't want to risk you two getting introuble for killing a man."

"So he did die?" Darcy asked.

"Yes. He's pretty dead."

The Starbucks was almost completly empty instead of the few workers that were still in the store, not sure of what to do. Darcy looked over at Loki who just stared at the ground.

"Good ridance I say." came Richard.

"Yeah. No kidding. All scum bags like that just need to die." Daniel stated. Loki looked up at the two of them. He was for sure that they would have said stupid things like he deserved a fair trial or something. But no. They agreed with Loki that he needed to die. They heard police sirens as Barb came up in a cab. Loki picked Darcy up once again and carried her to the cab.

"I'll keep your van here till you get back alright." Richard called out after them.

"Thank you." Darcy replied, her words comming out shaky. Darcy sat in between Barb and Loki who both felt like cuddling her. Barb resisted, however, just holding Darcy's hand as Loki pulled Darcy into him, holding her tightly against his chest from behind her and she rested her head on his shouler. After a while Loki noticed she stoped shaking, and she was almost her old self again. They made it back to Darcy's in what seemed like hours, but was really not even forty minutes, and Loki bled out little by little. The little bit of power he was able to use made most of the bleeding stop, but he wasn't able to close the wound. They couldn't take him to the hospital or else they would find out who he was. Barb called Jane and Thor telling them to meet at Darcy's. Barb and Darcy hurried Loki inside, each carrying one side of him as his feet dragged behind. He was barely conscience as they gently put him onto the couch.

Darcy ran to her bathroom grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink and ran back out. Terror climbed up on the arm rest where Loki's head lay and started licking his forhead, which made Loki smile though he was barely able to keep his eyes open. Barb kept shaking him, talking to him to make sure he didn't pass out. Darcy tore his shirt open and took a cloth and pourd some alchohal on it. She dabbed up the wound which made Loki cry out in pain.

"It looks like a clean shot. I don't think there's any bullet inside you. It went clean all the way through." Darcy stated. "I don't have anything to sew him up with."

Barb disapeard into the kitchen and came back out with a buture knife and lighter. Taking the lighter, she heated the knife up till it was blazing hot and stuck it to Loki's skin, making him cry out in pain. It was aganizing. The skin melted together, stopping the bleeding once again, and she repeated this quickly on the other side. Darcy taped a bandage on his front stomach then warned Loki she needed him to turn to his side again. Darcy helped him turn, all the while Loki grunted and groand and let out a few cries as the pain consumed him. Darcy couldn't stop crying. "I know. I know. It's going to be alright."

Darcy taped him on that side, then wrapped him up. All Loki wanted to do was go to sleep, but Barb and Darcy kept him awake. "Loki. You can't sleep. You may go into a comma." stated Darcy. Thor and Jane came in, not caring to knock. Thor took one look at his brother, and clasped to his knees. "Loki." he whispered, and Loki looked up at him, just noticing his presence.

"Hello Thor. Come to kill me while I'm weak?" That was Loki's sence of humor, but no one was laughing. "Too soon?"

Thor shook his head and placed a hand on the back of Lokis head. He gently rested his forehead and Loki's there for a moment, not saying a thing. Loki let him do it. He was too tired to do anything about it, even if he might have wanted to, which in all honesty, he didn't. He liked the familiar feeling of his big brother comforting him. He missed it.