Arc I: Midnight


Darcy licked her lips nervously, turning her eyes from Loki. He didn't appear to be all that happy that she had approached him. She quickly attached a belated, "Majesty," to her request. His gaze softened minutely.

Courage bolstered, Darcy met his eyes and boldly inquired, "What was your purpose in taking me?"

Loki blinked, obviously thrown off-balance by the question. "I wish to know more about your world's politics. From what I understand, they are constantly shifting."

Darcy's face lit up. "Why didn't you say so?"

She proceeded to regale him with stories of democracy and freedom.

His gaze darkened.