A/N: Hello! First and foremost, I apologize about the length of the last chapter. I know that it was a lot shorter (and crueler) than some of my other chapters. (I also kind of had a Steve Moffat moment and decided to break some hearts.) To make up for that, I will be attempting to post at least two chapters very soon.

On a more personal note, I just started college! It's currently my second week and I'm loving it here so far. I am at a four-year university about two hours away from my home so it's a pretty massive transition, but my roommate and the girls on my floor are all extremely nice so that's definitely helping. I hope you are all doing well and happy September!

This was the most monotonous week by far. Jane usually kept Darcy fairly busy, but this week was moving slower than most due to Jane being occupied by various meetings.

Darcy sighed as she shuffled the papers on her desk. As much as she wanted to be angry with Loki, she only felt a chilling numbness at the entirety of the incident.

He usedyou. You were just a game to him. All he wanted was to get it in and then get out. Only an idiot would expect romance from a crazy alien. You should have stayed away from him. You should have known better.

The little voices in her head had become a deafening roar the minute Loki had left. As much as she scolded herself for believing that Loki was some kind of warped prince charming, there was still a part of her that rejoiced over her victory.

Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe this was just a sign that I need to start getting serious about the dating game instead of hooking up with random losers.

Suddenly, Darcy felt herself grin for the first time in a week. She knew what she needed to do next.

. . .

The God of Mischief and Lies did not sulk. Sulking was for petty humans and weak, soft-hearted souls like Thor. Sulking was for small children who didn't get what they wanted. Loki did sulk. Loki got angry.

How dare that insignificant little mortal say such putrid things to me! I AM A GOD. She has no right to say anything of the sort! Who does that Darcy Lewis think she is?!

"Brother! You have been seated on this couch for quite awhile now! Is there a serious matter troubling you? You practically have steam rising from your head! I should hope that you are not plotting again!" Thor gave a hearty laugh as he opened a box of frosted cheerios and poured them down his godly throat.

Loki was fuming by this point. "Yes, brother," Loki hissed. "Perhaps I am plotting. I haven't caused much misery or mischief in quite a long time. Shall I see if I can successfully enslave Midgard again?" Or just Darcy Lewis.

Thor's expression darkened for a second, but quickly changed as he gave another throaty laugh. "I have become quite fond of your jests, brother! It reminds me of when we were children." He sighed contently. "What bright days those were."

Jane waltzed into he kitchen and threw her arms around Thor's neck, placing a chaste kiss near his ears. Thor winked at Loki.

"Then again, these days are bright as well." And with that Thor disappeared with Jane into the bedroom.

Loki huffed. Thor didn't understand anything. In fact, he never understood anything. While Thor might have always been the brawns in the family, Loki knew that he was the brains. Of course, that didn't seem to be helping him much in the current situation.

Out of sheer boredom, Loki decided to turn on the television only to find that, "The Bachelor" was on. He threw the remote onto the floor and slumped against the couch. What an insufferably long week.

. . .

Darcy checked her lip-gloss in mirror one last time before she headed out of her apartment for the night. She smiled to herself as she locked the door. Earlier that day she had scoured all of Tinder without luck until she stumbled upon a cute, blonde named James. After swiping right, she quickly received a notification that he had also found her attractive.

After talking for a little while, James had asked her to dinner at a local restaurant about ten minutes from her apartment and Darcy had excitedly agreed.

Who knew that I could find a genuinely cute and mature guy on Tinder? I'll never sleep with a loser ever again! She hummed happily as she hailed a cab.

. . .

"So… what's your major again?" Jason asked condescendingly.

Darcy rolled her eyes as she repeated, "Political Science." It's not like it's the fifth time I've told you, dumbass.

"Oh. Right. That's… interesting. When I started college I was into all kinds of wacky majors- "

Darcy drifted off into her thoughts. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to search for dates on Tinder? Might as well have started an eHarmony account with a bio that says, "calling all pretentious, egotistical assholes!" This guy is seriously hot though… I mean, he's almost hot enough to compete with my hotness. Almost. Should I even bother listening to what this prick has to say? Maybe I should just take him home so he'll shut up. Decisions decisions…

"-And he gave me the best advice I ever got in my entire life."

Darcy tried her best to give an understanding nod. "Wow, what a story you have there, Jason. I hate to diverge from your lovely little tale, but I think it's probably a good time to get the check."

"Good idea, you're paying right? I mean, since you're a political science major you're probably into feminism and all that kind of stuff."

Darcy could not believe her ears. Was this guy serious? Did he really just say that?

Out of nowhere, Loki popped next to the table and yanked Darcy's arm.

"You're coming with me, Darcy Lewis."