Authors note: This chapter is shorter, sorry! The next ones should be longer then this but it seemed like a good place to cut off for now. Please review and tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Darcy stared wide eyed at the God of Mischief, the one with the silver tongue and talented words, who was speechless in front of her.

"Loki?"

Loki shot out his arm as he started to tilt to the left, catching hold of the nearest shelf. "I might be slightly drunk."

Darcy made a tsk sound and walked closer, but she didn't reach out for him, didn't say anything for a few moments. "Do you have a place here in town?"

Her question caught him off guard and he answered before he could formulate a snarky answer. "No, I stay with my brother."

"Well he's with Jane at our place, most likely for the night." Darcy stared at Loki for a moment before she stepped closer and turned, pulling his arm around her shoulders and wrapping her own around his waist.

Loki flinched at the contact. He didn't like his brother touching him, much less a mortal, but he didn't pull away. Her warmth and surprising strength like a beacon to his drunken state of mind. He leaned heavily on her shoulders, his head was pounding already and his eyes stung.

"Where are we going?"

Darcy replied without glancing up at him, "To your house, you need to be put in bed, and Thor is…occupied at the moment." They stumbled their way down to the sidewalk where she hailed a taxi; no way was she walking/carrying a drunken God home.

"Come on, get in the taxi." Darcy had to struggle for a moment to get the tall man's frame into the small backseat, with little help from said person.

Loki seemed to shake himself out of whatever daze he had been in and pulled himself into the seat leaving just enough room for Darcy to slip in beside him. She leaned forward and gave the cabbie an address a few blocks away, and then she leaned back and rested her head back on the head rest.

After a few moments, Loki reached out and grabbed her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers lightly. Darcy jumped slightly then lifted her eyes from their joined hands to Loki's bright green eyes.

"Thank you, for taking me home, I might have passed out on the street otherwise."

Darcy was speechless for a few moments before she let out a loud crack of a laugh. "Loki, are you being nice to me?"

Loki turned his head, hiding his frustration with the silly girl, but she had a point, this was the first time he had shown her much warmth. At least as far as she currently knew of.

A small smile lifted the corner of his lips as he stared out the window. His fingers tightened slightly around Darcy's and she returned the pressure.

"It will be the only time I say it mortal, do not tempt me to take it back."

Another laugh bubbled up from her chest as she looked at the back of Loki's head, "Oh Loki, I know deep, deep, deep, down you have a heart and you love my company."

Loki just smirked and didn't release her hand for the rest of the trip, and she didn't pull away, her thumb stroking the skin on the top of his hand.

Darcy shook Loki's shoulder, trying to wake him up before he totally passed out in the cab.

"Loki, come on, we're almost to your place, and then you can go ahead and pass out in bed."

Loki mumbled something under his breath but slid out of the taxi to stand next to Darcy as she paid the taxi driver. As he drove away she wrapped her arm around Loki's waist again to lead him up the sidewalk and into the house.

"Which one is your room?" Darcy shifted her grip, struggling not to let Loki fall down.

"First door on the…" That was all he was able to get out before his body collapsed and he fell to his knees before Darcy caught him.

"Crap." Darcy leaned his back against the wall and sat in front of him, lifting his head to look at his face. He was dead asleep. Darcy stood and walked a little ways down the hall to open the first door on the left, the bed and curtains and various other things in different shades of green.

"Yup, this is his room." Darcy pushed the door wide open and walked back over to Loki, still slumped against the wall. She grabbed him under his armpits and dragged him along the floor. Once she had him next to the bed she let him lay there for a minute as she caught her breath.

"Jeze, for such a lean guy, you are heavy!" Loki didn't even stir at her exclamation.

Darcy bent down and for the next ten minutes wrestled with Loki's unconscious body to get him into the bed. Once she had him on the bed she stepped back to survey her work. He was laying on top of the covers still fully dressed.

Well there is no way I can get the covers out from under him now. Darcy slapped her forehead for not moving them first. She walked to the end of the bed and looked down at Loki's feet

Should I take his shoes off? Darcy bent down and tugged his boot off, the stupid Asgardian armor making it a difficult task. Once the shoes were off Darcy left the room, leaving the door open a crack so she could hear him.

Darcy settled herself onto the couch in the living room, kicking her shoes off and pulling a blanket over herself, no way was she going home to listen to Thor and Jane, besides they needed the privacy for once.

The last thought to cross her mind as she dozed off that she must be crazy for sleeping in the same house as the God of Mischief.