Arc I: Midnight
"What did you say?" Darcy asked, hardly believing her ears. It couldn't be.
Loki smirked. "I am assigning you to an off-base mission. You will be my companion at an upcoming ball."
"Really?" Darcy squealed, throwing her hands up in excitement.
Loki regally inclined his head, watching bemusedly as she began talking a mile a minute about everything she would need for the ball. He held up a hand to stop her. Darcy turned to him, blue eyes sparkling with glee.
"I can take care of that."
"What? How?" Darcy suddenly grinned. "Oh right, magic! Wonderful as usual, my king."