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"How did I get myself into such a mess." Loki said, pacing the floor in his temporary room. He didn't usually talk to himself, but his mind was jumbled and he didn't even notice when he said something, which was getting to be quite often.

He felt like a royal ass. He wanted so badly to go find Darcy and apologize, to just take the fragile girl into his arms and hold her close, to tell her she was right. She wasn't right. She couldn't have been more wrong. How like a human, to think she knows everything when she actually knows nothing.

"Stop!" Loki yelled out. This time his own voice actually alarmed him. He let out a defeated grunt and walked over to the bed, sitting down and tapping his foot anxiously.

I'm in denial, I know I am. I'm having a war with myself. How sad can a man get?...I was the one who was wrong. I should go find her. I should drop this entire thing, forget the plan, and just...just figure things out with Darcy. Who knew what the future held? Maybe he could actually have a life with the girl, or maybe all they would have was accessible pleasures. He would never know until he tried. Besides, the plan was ruined now anyway.

After debating more with himself, he stood from the bed and was about to throw open the door to find her when he heard voices. He froze, hand on the knob.

Jane and Darcy.

He pressed his ear to the door and listened, practically holding his breath to be able to listen better. He kept only catching pieces of their conversation. "You don't understand, Jane. I really, really like him. There's just, ugh, I don't know. I don't know, it's so crazy. I know it's crazy, but there's something about him. It's like...it's like I know him. His thoughts, his feelings, everything. He's just-" Loki missed the next part. He pushed himself harder against the door, needing to hear.

"You like him because he's a bad boy. You like the dangerous type. You always have. Thor would never-"

"I know, and I'm happy for you, but you have to realize-"

"Darcy I don't think you're fully thinking this through. Loki is-"

"He means a lot to me. He isn't as bad as you think. I was sick and he held me, it-"

"Just please, listen to me. Please, Darcy." Jane said. Her voice wasn't as stern anymore, now it just sounded like a friend who was genuinely concerned and worried about another. There was silence, and then he heard Darcy again.

"Okay. I just...don't want to hurt him. He really isn't going to like-"

and that was that. They stopped talking. He heard a door open and close, and the rest was silence. What wasn't he going to like? What was the verdict?

Loki finally stepped away from the door. It had just dawned on him that he could've used magic to hear their entire conversation, or even be present in the room like a fly on the wall when they talked, but at the time he was too caught up to even realize that. All this living on Earth was really getting to his head. He wanted to go home. But he couldn't even if he wanted to. There was nothing left there for him anyway.

He let out a sigh. He finally had came to a conclusion and now it was gone again. Darcy still liked him though, she had made that evident, but he didn't know what it was they were talking about. Was he not going to like Darcy kicking him out? What was it? What wasn't he going to like?

Through all the sudden drama, he found himself still wanting to go to Darcy. His new apprehensive dread was slowly starting to fade. This girl was destroying his confidence. To think one mortal girl could so easily affect a god.

So the girls had a conversation. Who cares? He was going to find Darcy and he was going to go through with his previous thoughts. He had to. It was time he stood up for what he wanted and let go of the past.

If only he knew the past was not yet ready to let go of him.