The day that Midgardians called Friday found Loki standing out at the Bifrost once again, disguised as an unassuming guard rather than the Allfather. He was gazing intently down upon the school Darcy was attending, attempting to learn as much information about Midgardian students as he could. He was much better at blending in with the people of Midgard than Thor, and was more practiced in their ways, but his knowledge was still lacking somewhat. His gaze followed a pair of students who studied history and how they were talking about a professor of one of their classes before his sight caught Darcy near them, mumbling to herself. He looked toward her instead, observing as she listened to her music and shelving books others had used. When Darcy jumped suddenly and turned off her music, Loki wondered if she was about to get into trouble of some sort.
"Son of a bitch…" she muttered, pulling out her cellphone and glancing around for other people before answering.
"Hey Ian, I'm working right now," she answered, the mention of the boy causing Loki to bristle.
"Really? C'mon, Erik has done that a million times, I'm not sure why it's suddenly too much for you now…" she sighed, leaning back against the shelf. There was silence from the girl for a while, a frown on her lips and a little furrow of annoyance between her eyes.
"Listen, if you need time to cool off, fine. Just go back to your apartment and do whatever. Call me when you've chilled out," she told the boy.
"Tomorrow? You want to go out on a date tomorrow?" she questioned exasperatedly, "Can't, I have plans with a friend. Also, I would work on your timing there intern," she said, forcing a little playful laugh at the end, even if there was still a scowl of displeasure on her face. A few more words were exchanged before Darcy hung up and tucked her phone away, putting her music back on. Loki observed for a while longer, Darcy's smile never quite returning to her face as she continued about her work. The Asgardian decided to leave the mortal to her task, striding back to the palace undisturbed by any. The throne room was empty and Loki did not pause as he stepped behind the golden dais, taking the stairs hidden behind it down into a secret room he had made his own. The room was rather plain in decoration, a work bench and rows upon rows of books along one wall, shelves of supplies along another. On the far wall of the room however, was a simple bed, upon which Odin rested, trapped in Odinsleep. Loki strode over to the prone man, taking a seat beside the bed and picking up the book resting nearby.
"Now where were we? I don't quite understand Midgardian literature, but I must say, some of it is fascinating. Ah, here we were. 'Wit beyond measure, is man's greatest treasure,'…a rather strange quote don't you think? I believe this is what got us off track the last time though. I believe you do not wish to hear of my musing on intelligence versus brute strength. Of course, you Asgardians seem to favor the latter. Mother always did approve of my preference for studying rather than training. But once again, my time spent here is short and so let us continue," Loki said, turning back to the book and continuing. He didn't spend long reading, only a few pages before he stopped for the time being. The young man spent a few minutes flipping through some newly acquired magic books before retreating back upstairs for the day.
"Heimdall," Loki greeted, once again disguised as the King, "Join me. I was going to the Bifrost," he said as he was passing through the halls and had come upon the guardian. The taller man bowed, following silently. As much as the guardian unnerved Loki while he was in such a delicate position, he had decided that by inviting him to join and gaze across the cosmos it would put the man at ease. So the two stood at the end of the bridge, Loki turning his gaze back to Darcy and her friends while Heimdall observed alongside him. The prince didn't know where his golden gaze wandered, nor did he care. In just a few short hours Loki would sneak away to Midgard once again, spending a few sweet moments with his interesting mortal before returning.