"Damn…" Darcy muttered under her breath.

"What?" Jane asked, and Darcy was brought back abruptly to reality. She shook her head a little, trying to clear it. Darcy fixed her gaze on Jane and smiled a little.

"Never mind. Come on, let's go meet ourselves a psychopath."

Loki glared at his surroundings. The green monster, Hulk, they called him, sat directly in front of him, in its human form. Thor stood behind Loki's chair, making sure his handcuffs were in place. The man that wore that absolutely ridiculous looking elastic suit, Captain Antartica, or something of the sort, sat to his right, and on his left was the archer. The Man of Iron sat to the left of the monster. Finally, the woman with the fiery hair completed their "team", sitting to the monster's right. She especially looked a little fidgety. Loki smirked at the thought.

Then, another man walked in. A man he recognized. Directory Fury. Loki looked at him, and let a sly smile crawl across his face, his eyes narrowed.

"Loki." Fury began. "You have come to S.H.I.E.L.D…." Loki tuned out after that, concentrating on surveying the "Avengers". He knew them all. Boring.

Suddenly, there was clang, as Director Fury slammed his palms down on the table. "You cause a lot of damage last time you were here, Loki." He said.

Loki tilted his head. "I do try…" Directory Fury ignored him.

"That will not happen again, you understand? We are done here. Coulson will instruct you at some point in the near future." He tapped his earpiece, listening to something on the other end, and began to walk to the door.

Abruptly, he stopped. "Oh yes, your handcuffs are to remain on until I say them can come off. And you'll have an escort at all times."

Fury opened the door and strode out. The door swung shut behind him and Loki relaxed in his chair. "So." He turned to face Natasha. "You escaped my bargain. But that doesn't mean you're still not a mew-"

"Brother." Thor cut off.

"I AM NOT your brother!" Loki said loudly, surprising most of the people in the room.

"I am Loki. And only Loki." He said, his tone quieter.

"Loki." Thor corrected himself.

Suddenly, there was a sharp rap on the door, and Loki jerked up straight. He didn't turn around, but he felt Thor move and walk to the door and slide it open a few inches.

"Jane." He said softly.

Loki perked up even further. Was the person at the door… Thor's woman? The mortal he had fallen in love with? Loki scoffed inside his head. Fool.

There was more hurried whispering from the door.

"One momentary lapse in time, please." He heard Thor say. Then there was a feminine giggle.

"Oh sorry." Thor said, "One minute, please." He corrected himself.

Thor strode away from the door and back to where Loki was. He knelt down beside him. "No more tricks, Broth- Loki. No mischief. You are going to meet Jane Foster. And her assistant Darcy." Thor said to him.

Loki shook his head, scoffing. More mortals to meet. These ones were probably even more pathetic than the Avengers. He didn't bother to answer. Thor frowned, then got up. Loki heard the door being pulled open, and two sets of feet walking in; their steps lighter and sharper than his brother-not his brother- THOR's dull, heavy thud. He still didn't turn around.

"Hey Jane. 'Sup, Darce?" the Man of Iron called.

Loki looked to him. He had his hand raised up to his head in a mock salute as he grinned boyishly. The rest of the Avengers' usually grim mouths turned up a little as well. Darce? Didn't Thor say her name was Darcy? Loki thought to himself. He then abruptly stopped. Why did it matter. She was a mortal.

He turned around to face the door. On one side, stood a thin, elvishly pretty, petite woman, obviously Thor's style. The fact that his arm was around her further proved that. That must be Jane. Loki flinched a little at how low his brother- no, he wasn't his brother, DAMN IT! If only he could stop thinking as if he was- THOR had gone, being with a mortal woman.

And on the other side, there was a different woman. Darcy, he presumed. She was slightly taller; more full, and had long dark brown hair. She hadn't met his eyes yet; she was too busy doing something on the device in her hand while sipping from a cup in her other hand. Finally, she looked up, and her eyes met his; wide and long-lashed.

She was pretty, he'd give her that. Wait. NO. She was a mortal. Nothing more. He was a god. She was beneath him. He sneered.

Darcy fought back a little involuntary shiver as Loki's powerful eyes surveyed her; seeming to evaluate her inside his head. Darcy decided to just ignore him, and instead grinned and walked around the table to where Tony was.

"Hey, Tony!" She said, reaching down and giving him a quick hug, careful not to tip her cup full of orange Fanta.

"Natasha. Bruce. Clint. Steve." She said, nodding her head once in each person's direction. They all nodded back, Steve murmuring a "Hi.", and Natasha flashing a grin and calling out a, "Hey, Darcy."

"So." She started. "How am I supposed to react to meeting a psychopathic god?"

Loki's eyes widened. Had she just—? Yes, she had. She had insulted him. The MORTAL! How dare she?

"Silence, you insolent mort-" He began, but was promptly cut off.

"Hey!" She'd already protested, her eyes finally whipping back to meet his, narrowed.

"If someone destroys New York and almost takes over the world, well then, what the hell AM I supposed to call them? NOT psychopathic?"

The rest of the Avengers stood dumbfounded, watching as Darcy and Loki glared intensely at each other. Then, an idea popped into Loki's head. He was sure the All-Father had left him with enough powers for at least that.

The cup in Darcy's hand seemed to tip over on its own accord, spilling down the front of her white shirt. She gasped.

"You… You… Did NOT just…" She sputtered. Loki grinned smugly.

"Did you see me move anything, DARCY?" He emphasized her name. "You need to learn to be more careful with your beverages, don't you?"

Darcy set her teeth. Oh no, he did not just.

"That's it." She finally said, throwing up her arms. "You're going down."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a metal box-device-thing. Loki looked at it confused. He ignored the voices of all the Avengers protesting around him, all saying, "Darcy, no, no, no, no!"

What could that thing possibly do to a god?

Then, everything went black…

"Darcy do you have to initiate every new god with getting tased?" Jane asked exasperated.

"What? He ruined my new shirt!" She protested.

"I thought it was hilarious!" Tony chimed in.

Loki's eyes fluttered open and he groaned. There was a pounding pain in the back of his head. And something was poking him. Hard. In the ribs. In his sensitive state, it hurt like Hel.

"Ow!" He moaned, his vision still blurry. The poking stopped.

"Just wanted to see if you were awake…" A voice said from his right. He turned towards it, his eyes starting to focus. He was abruptly brought face to face with Darcy, leaning close and peering over him. He jumped, eyes wide, almost falling off the edge of whatever he was resting on.

"God, woman!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're a god. But hello, my name's not woman. It's Darcy. Darcy Lewis. Pleased to meet you."

"Loki. Are you all right?" A familiar voice boomed from the corner. Loki turned to face an apologetic-looking Thor.

"What happened?" Loki groaned. "And get this pathetic mortal off of me, please."

Darcy backed up. "It's Darcy. Jeez, I was just trying to help. Make up for tasing you."

"Wait… You mean… You are the cause of my current state?" Loki asked, incredulous.

Thor chuckled in the corner. "She tased me when I first came to Midgard as well."

Loki turned to Darcy again, "You tased Thor?!"

Darcy grinned. "And proud of it."

Loki allowed himself to smile at her, then hastily pressed his mouth back into a grim line. She was still a mortal. But as most go, she wasn't terrible, really. But still a mortal. He had to keep reminding himself that…

Besides. She'd insulted him. And "tased" him, whatever that was. Actually, whatever it was, he did not want to be attacked by it again.