Thor and Jane strolled happily around New York, hand-in-hand. Thor was really enjoying spending time with Jane in the city. It was mostly dull and grey compared to Asgard's golden halls, but it had it's own sweet charm. Behind them, Darcy and Loki trudged along together, complaining to Jane and Thor.
"Jane, c'mon, I'm freaking tired. I haven't even had any coffee or breakfast yet." she whined.
"Well if you had woken up earlier..." Jane grinned. Darcy growled.
"Well, if your snoring hadn't kept me up..." she mimicked.
"Thor must we keep walking? I am tired and require sustenance and caffeine. Can't we get something?" Loki whined.
"Loki..." Thor began angrily but then stopped as Jane tapped him on the shoulder and whispered to him.
"There's a Starbucks over there, it has food and coffee, we could just drop them off. They wouldn't get into too much trouble, right?" Jane asked.
Thor thought then nodded, he had been to the Starbucks that Jane had spoken of, it was nice. Surely lady Darcy could keep Loki out of trouble, couldn't she? Besides, this was a perfect matchmaking opportunity. Thor slapped his brother on the back, sending him flying forward and wincing in pain. Darcy felt sorry for him.
"Brother, Lady Darcy, your pleas have not fallen on deaf ears. Sustenance and rest you desire and that you shall get." he boomed as he pushed them towards the Starbucks.
"Enjoy yourselves, Jane and I shall meet you two at noon. Farewell!" he waved and winked at Loki as he and Jane walked off towards Central park.
Loki stared at his brother disappearing in the distance in astonishment. He could've sworn Thor had winked at him. Was Thor honestly trying to give Loki a chance to woo Darcy in a proper Midgardian manner? He had studied tips on the internet, perhaps he could put them into play. Darcy merely shrugged, thinking nothing of their situation, and walked towards the barista.
"I'll take a muffin and large mocha latte please." she muttered.
"Do you mean vente, ma'am?" the barista asked innocently.
"Listen here you little shit," she growled angrily and leant over the counter. "I am tired, cranky, and hungry, I don't have time for your hipster 'vente' crap. Just give me my food and the largest, most caffeinated coffee you have and get me two, he wants one too." she pointed to Loki.
A look of fear shadowed the barista's face and he got the order as fast as possible and handed them over with a quiet "Sorry for the delay, ma'am. That'll be $12.50 ma'am." Darcy reached into her pocket but Loki stopped her, pullet out the Midgardian wallet that Tony had given him. He was grateful as it was the only leather he could wear and blend in beside his leather jacket. He handed over the bills, he was glad to have something to do with the money he had earned that did not have to do with work. She smiled and thanked him then took the food over to a table. She started digging in immediately and sighed happily when she had finished. Loki thought back to what he had read. He decided to engage Darcy in what mortals called "small-talk".
"So, Darcy...How are you enjoying the weather?" he asked nervously. She laughed.
"Loki, I don't do small-talk." she grinned. He panicked slightly. She continued.
"Why don't you tell me about you."
"Well, I am Loki, of Asgard." It felt weird not to be screaming that. She giggled.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard the shpeil. How about the basics, how old are you?" she asked. He grinned.
"I am about 1,000 of your Midgardian years old." he grinned as she gaped.
"How long do you Asgardian guys live?" she asked.
"Well, I am not exactly... Asgardian..." he trailed off, stony eyed.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot about the whole Frost Giant thing." she patted his hand.
"Wait, how did you know?" he asked.
"Thor warned me. I thought it sounded pretty cool, pardon the pun." she giggled. He remained stony face. There was silence.
"About 21,000 years."
"Seriously? So you're essentially, like, 21 compared to human life span? Cool, we're the same age." she grinned and he returned it and gazed at her for a while. She was too lost in thought and didn't seem to notice.
"So, if it's 8:00 now, and Thor and Jane are off on their own till 12:00, that gives us four hours to kill." Darcy stated.
"What's your point?" Loki asked.
"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"A game I like to call, 'Let's make Mischief.'" she grinned like a mad woman, Loki found it oddly attractive.
"I've tried that before, that's why I'm here." he deadpanned.
"Mischief, not destruction and domination." she countered.
"Count me in." he smirked. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door into a word of potential chaos and fun.
