''So... That's it huh?'' Darcy asked Loki, leaning out over the water.

''Yes.''

''We're going to that white speck in the distance?''

''Uhuh.''

''Nervous?'' Darcy asked again, trying to hide her own nervousness from the black haired man.

''A little. Why are you asking me all these questions?'' Loki replied, looking at Darcy thoughtfully.

She shrugged, and turned her back on the spot in the distance, ''I've come all this way and now I'm beginning to think this was a really stupid idea.''

''Why do you think it's stupid?'' Loki asked, ''It's an adventure. There's gotta be peril somewhere along the way.''

''you're right about that.'' Darcy admitted, ''... You know what? Why am I worried? I've traveled through space! With a supervillain that's not so villainous! What do I gotta be worried about?''

Loki laughed slightly then walked away, looking at the falling sun, ''Sometimes things are too confusing. I thought I'd never forgive my... Odin and Thor. Now I find myself wondering why I was so angry.''

Darcy looked at him. He was always someone she'd never thought she could really talk to seriously, he was attractive, witty, cunning, and above all he could never really relate to her... Or could he?

''Maybe it's because at heart, no matter how much I try to hide it... I truly am wicked.'' Loki whispered.

Darcy walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. ''That is not true. No one who was truly wicked, would have helped me get this far. If you were wicked, you would have left me at that saloon.''

Loki closed his eyes, then looked down at her again.

She slowly took his hand, rejoicing in the feel of his touch. ''I dont think you're wicked.'' Darcy leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Then it was over, she pulled back and looked at his eyes, face, waiting for a reaction.

Loki looked like someone had just given him the power over all of Asgard, ''Then youd be the first...'' He blinked rapidly and slowly put a hand on Darcy's cheek, ''Why?''

''I don't know.'' Then, wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed her lips against his once more, realizing that, maybe, she did love him.

Jotesei, Stephen Strange...

Stephen struggled, trying in vain to keep up the shield,

The Ul'roche was consumed in it's great flame, cracking it's whip and holding it's mighty sword. Screaming a gutteral scream that no other demon could. ''Stephen Strange you FOOL! No one defies ME!'' Then the beast swung his sword and brought it down on Stephen's shield.

It wavered and fell. Stephen gasped and tried to reconjure the spell. ''Shield of the Ceraphim!'' Before the spell could complete Stephen had to jump out of the way of the Ul'roche's flaming weapon. ''Sword of the Saca'Moon!''

A silver sword, wreathed in a blue mist appeared in his hands, and he faced the demon, no mortal man could have summoned.

''You're fiery pet is impressive. It's a shame there is'nt more of a challenge though...'' Amora pouted, watching the ensuing battle, that, without a doubt the sorcerer would lose.

''Nothing is strong enough to defeat my power! Don't forget that, Amora.'' Surtur warned her, overlooking the progress of his handiwork.

''My lord.'' A demon said, coming up behind them.

''Yes Skrashath.'' Surtur replied, annoyance in his voice.

''The demigod, and the mortal, they're approaching the Jotesei.'' His voice unimpressive compared to his masters.

''What of... The Guardian?'' Surtur asked, a trickle of fear in his booming voice.

''He has not been... Detected, in the realms... We believe he has left this realm entirely.'' Skrashath informed the fire demon.

''The Guardian will come... I am certain he will come.'' Surtur seethed, smoke billowing and forming a cloud around him.

''What makes you so sure he will come?'' Amora asked, toying with a strand of her hair.

''The Guardian is no coward. He will come.'' Surtur replied, looking into the distance.

Darcy sighed, relaxing in the sunlight that was filtering through the sails. ''Nothing is better than this. How many heroines get to relax on a boat before their adventure begins?''

''Not that many... I assume?'' Loki replied, confused by her question.

Darcy laughed and fell back, laying down on the oak deck. Feeling the rhythm of the waves below her, hearing the ocean breeze ruffle the sails, smelling the salty sea air that was a constant reminder, that, in truth... She wasn't home.

Loki layed down next to her, ''Staywith me after this.''

''What?''

''Stay with me. It will be just like it is right now, just us, at sea. Don't go back?'' Loki looked at her, his green eyes on fire with the sunlight.

''But... What about Jane... and Thor... What about them?'' Darcy asked, feeling torn two ways.

''You can visit.'' Loki replied, propping himself up on one elbow, ''It'll be perfect.''

Perfect. Perfect was a word no one can attain to. Definition: without flaw. Was it possible that this was what she wanted, or more importantly, needed?

''What about Thor not wanting you to leave? Won't that cause problems?'' Darcy struggled to find a reason for her doubt.

Loki scrunched his face up, ''Oh.'' He had realized, that in truth, it would never work, ''I'm... I'm sorry, I'll go make sure, that... Um... That the ship's on course.'' He got up and went over to the wheel.

''Don't... Don't leave me. Don't leave me like everyone else.'' Darcy whispered, wishing he'd come back, wishing that perfect was attainable, and that life wasn't so... Complicated.

Darcy got up, and went over to Loki, she had to finish this, not let it lie. ''I want to be with you. But there are to many complications to what you're asking me to do. We're both human, you can't let everyone, including yourself, believe otherwise.''

''I understand. I can't be so... So... Demanding!'' He leaned against the edge of the boat, slowly sliding down into a sitting position.

Darcy sat down next to him. Taking his hands away from his face she gazed into his eyes. Unshed tears making them seem glossy.

''I was 32 weeks old when I was born. My eyes were'nt fully formed so I have to wear glasses. My mother was a woman named Ellen Lewis. She gave me to a man named Eric Selvig when I was 5. She could'nt pay my medical bills and needed time to get enough money put together to pay all my fines.'' Darcy paused, Tears beginning to slide down her cheeks, ''She ended up commiting suicide, leaving a note with the papers proving that she'd given me to Eric. I don't hate her though, she was my mother. And I know she loved me, she just couldn't tell me herself. You don't have to stay this way. You can forgive Odin, Thor, everyone.''

''They took everything and twisted me, made me their little puppet. I am constantly living a lie!'' He exclaimed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he yelled.

''I won't lie to you.''

He paused, looking at her. ''Why?''

''Because I don't want anyone to live a lie.'' She put his hands around her ears and put her head on his knees, blotting out the noise. ''Nobody deserves that.''

She made out his sigh, and felt him lean his head against hers. ''I don't want to feel this way, and I'm glad that at least I can be with you before we go home.''

Perfect. Definition: Without physical or spiritual flaw. Physically, unattainable. But amazing is as close to perfect as that moment could get.

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