Author's Note: Another chapter! The reason this one is out so soon is because I've actually been wrting these all week, everyday in math class. I just can't seem to focus there lately. It's like, the second I walk in there, I'm hit with thgis sudden inspiration to write for this story. I'm starting to think I've been too focussed on this story than is really healthy. I mean, five times now I've caught myself writing Loki on the name space... I need help.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.


"What do you mean you don't have an iPod?!"

Loki gave the woman an irritated look, making a show of sharpening his daggers. He had only been polishing them until the girl decided to annoy him with her incessant chatter, at which point he switched to sharpening them in hopes that she would catch the subtle threats he was sending. Unfortunately, she remained oblivious.

"I meant exactly what I said: I do not own an iPod. It is doubtful that SHIELD makes a habit of buying their prisoners expensive luxury items," he explained bitterly.

"Seriously, how have you not gone completely off your rocker yet?"

"I would not be so sure," Loki muttered, his comment going unnoticed by the ranting brunette.

"I mean, I don't know what I would do without my iPod," Darcy continued, horrified at the thought. "My taser may be my best friend, but my iPod… This is my baby."

"Is it normal for you mortals to form such familial bonds with your electrical devices?" Loki asked curiously.

"This is the 21st century. Damn straight it's normal."

No. No matter what she said, Loki doubted anything this woman did could ever be considered normal.


AN: That's because nothing Darcy does is normal. Silly Loki. ReViEw!