Loki pinched the bridge of his nose with two of his long, pale fingers. His eyelids were shut tightly in a vain attempt to block out the rest of the world. His long, dark eyelashes fluttered in contrast with his skin. But every now and then, the bed in Darcy's bedroom creaked as she tossed and turned in her sleep, and the memories came flooding back.
Of how that man had brought her in at a late hour. How tightly he had her held in his long arms. How her lithe, slight fingers had been gently latched onto the front of his shirt in her sleep. How he'd tenderly kissed her forehead.
"GAH!" Loki gasped.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he get her out of her head? Why did she even matter at all to him? He was a GOD. She was a mortal. It didn't matter to him who she talked to, who she went out with, who she came home with, who she slept with-
Loki froze. Surely she hadn't... Hadn't slept with him, right? It must be admitted, these Midgardians had many more liberties than Asgardian women, but she couldn't. She wouldn't, right? Suddenly, the fact that she had been wearing a low-necked top irritated him to no end. Had she no self-control?!
He shot to his feet, his fists clenched together so his knuckles stood out even more. There he was AGAIN, worrying, thinking, fretting over HER. A mortal. Something really WAS wrong with him.
All of a sudden, the floor creaked in the inside room and he heard a groan. Resisting the urge to walk to the bedroom, he sat back down and waited for
Darcy to come out. Light thuds slowly made their way to the living room until she was finally in his line of vision. Her hair was a mess, and she was still in her ruffled clothes from the night before.
Her eyelids fluttered sleepily and she called out a groggy "Mornin'," to which Loki simply looked at her with a piercing stare as a reply.
Shrugging, Darcy headed into the kitchen and Loki's position relaxed a little on the couch. Without warning, she suddenly stuck her head back into the living room.
"Just a quick question, how did I get here last night?"
Loki groaned, his level of annoyance increasing tenfold.
"Your boyfriend brought you." He finally growled, his fingers clenching again,
"Oh." Darcy looked a little uncomfortable.
"So he IS your boyfriend?" Loki said, unable to control the burning need for clarification inside of him.
"We're trying something out." She replied awkwardly.
"I don't like him."
"You don't HAVE to like him. He's MY choice." A hint of anger had crept into Darcy's voice.
"Do you know how late he dropped you off last night?! He carried you in because you were sleeping! Don't you have any decency or self respect?" Loki could feel the rage inside him slipping out into the open as he stood up.
Darcy narrowed her eyes. "This is MY house, might I remind you. I can do whatever I please. You have no right to judge me. Also, excuse me but YOU'RE the psychopath here that almost destroyed New freaking York. I WILL go out with him because I like him. What's it to YOU?!" She stormed into the kitchen just as Loki turned promptly on his heels and strode out of the apartment.
Loki screamed at the wall. He was beyond rage. What right had she to do what she did- to talk to him in that manner? What right had she?! How DARE she?! Why'd it even matter.
Now look at him. Here he was. Standing in a dark alley in an unfamiliar part of New York as the rain poured down around him.
"NO!" He yelled at nothing in particular. He did not care who that women went around with. He was an immortal! Forged from ice in the depths of Jotunheim, a mere Midgardian woman could not melt him. No. She could not.
I do not care for her whatsoever. He repeated that statement to himself enough times until he could say it with even the slightest degree of conviction.
Then, turning around, he began to walk back in the general direction of Darcy's apartment. He was going to say goodbye and then leave. His own chambers should be ready by now. It felt like he had been outside for hours. Maybe he had, Loki mused worriedly, noting the quickly darkening sky as the sun slipped lower and lower on the horizon. His footsteps sped up.
Darcy had been angry when Loki left. She had been BEYOND angry. And when she got angry, she sometimes did stupid stuff.
Maybe she just had an addiction to danger, Darcy mused quietly to herself.
"Thanks again for inviting me over." Jason said as he sat down next to her on the couch, carrying in two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. He began to shovel marshmallows in for both of them.
Pausing, he looked up at her and grinned. Darcy smiled back. Loki probably wasn't coming back anyway...
Loki stood outside Darcy's door, already feeling stupid and idiotic for what he had said. He didn't care about her at all. Slipping a key into the lock, he turned it until he heard the click and then eased it open silently.
In front of him, Darcy was lying on her back on the couch in blue shorts and a white tank top, both of which revealed far too much for Loki's liking. On top of her lay that man. THAT MAN. That'd dropped her home last night. His arms were wrapped around her as she kissed him passionately.
Loki froze in the doorway.