Chapter 2 is here! I know the prologue was very creepy. But we'll start from the beginning shall we? I also don't know what to put as Loki's last name. Odinson or Laufyson? This will be super hard. I'll decide soon. Also POV may switch up sometimes. Enjoy.

I do not own anything...except for a large Caramel Coffee and a switchblade.

Darcy has never wanted to strangle someone as much as she wanted to strangle this customer.

"Hey are you gonna order or what?" Darcy asked. The guy just stared at her gifted breast that was clearly displayed in her uniform shirt. Curse Frankie for choosing tight fitted clothing as uniform.

"Hey yo," Darcy snapped as she waved her hand in-front of the guy's face.

"My face is up here. If you don't want to get punched in it then I suggest you order."

The bald guy blushed deeply and ordered a burger with fries, managing to stair at the table once the menu was taken away.

Darcy walked over to the counter and plopped the order onto the table.

"Old guy likes the girls" Frankie said as he typed away on his tablet. Frankie was her way-ward boss. He has black curly hair that was short and shiny with blue eyes and a birthmark that covered half his face. He was a brother figure to her in a way. But then again he was also kind of perverted and snappy sometimes. Talk about growing up.

"Life would be easier if you would have picked a uniform that was less tight." Darcy muttered as she began to grab orders and balance them on her arms.

"Oh Darcy, what would be the good in that? Doesn't your uniform get you more tips that the average waitress?" Frankie asked, slowly leaning over to her. He never looks at her chest. He claimed it was because he was gay. But he was the straightest gay man she has ever met.

"Yeah but still." Darcy couldn't find an argument. Her uniform did fit her body well and called attention to her curves. The tight blue shirt hugged her torso and nicely displayed her boobs without seeming slutty. Her skinny jeans showed off her hips and small calf. Her converses was another story.

"I need you to work late tonight. Staff's a bit short." Frankie called over his shoulder as he walked away. Darcy groaned. At least the extra money would do her good.

*Hours later*

Darcy finished her extra shift and shrugged on her coat. The diner was extra busy due to the weekend and Darcy had to keep in mind that it was late and she had to keep her cool until she got home.

As Darcy walked down the street towards the subway station, a chill touched the back of her neck. She swallowed as she buttoned up her jacket more and began to quicken her step. It was really late and she was traveling through the dark abandoned streets. She didn't take her usual walk through Times Square because she didn't feel like being harassed by more late night tourist and agitated street benders. Still, she felt as though she shouldn't be walking on this street alone at this time.

Quickly glimpsing over her shoulder, Darcy didn't realize that she was walking the wrong way and collided with another body.

"Hey watch were the hell you're going!" she screeched.

The figure had gripped her arms to steady her. The man was tall. Around 6'1 to her meager 5'3 height. His skin was oddly pale as the light from the shop's windows lit up his face while bouncy off the sharp lines of his features. He had long black hair that curled outwards in layers. But what caught her was his eyes. They were bright green. Practically glowing with whimsy. So deep she thought she would fall into them.

"Pardon me. I was not looking to where I was walking." The man said. His voice was soft yet alluring as he looked into her icy blue eyes.

He's so damn handsome. Darcy thought as she gaped at him.

"Uhh..it's my fault. I should have been paying more attention..." Darcy looked down after drifting off her voice. She could feel the blush that slowly crept over her cheeks. His hands felt firm on her arms until he noticed that he was still touching her.

"It's okay" the guy said as he let his hands drop to his sides.

What am I suppose to do now?

"Well nice meeting you but I have to be going." The man said. As he started to walk around her Darcy blurted out "Are you British?"

Looking alarmed the man smiled and nodded. "Yes."

Feeling awkward, Darcy shifted on her feet. "Good to know I guess?"

The man seemed puzzled but gentle smiled and nodded.

"Farewell." He said and swiftly began to walk away. Darcy watched as his tall figure made it's way swiftly down the block and out of view.

Mentally giving her head a shake, Darcy rushed home, this time making sure to be careful and not bump into anyone else.

I wouldn't mind bumping into tall dark and handsome... Darcy thought as she unlocked her apartment door and walked in. Dropping her bag and throwing her coat onto the rack next to the door, a small shiny thing dropped out of her coat pocket and fell onto the floor with a small metallic clang.

Darcy bent down and picked it up. It was a silver band that was quite heavy and cold. Moving it around her fingers she saw that it had intricate designs carved into it. It was too thick and shiny to be fake. The style of the ring clearly wasn't a wedding band but more like a traditional family ring. On the inside there was two letters that read L.L engraved into the ring itself. The letters was a deep green. Whoever own the ring had slender finger because of how narrow the space of the band was. But who's ring was it?

Oh no Darcy thought. The guy from the street. His ring must have fallen into my pocket.

Darcy fretted it. How could a man accidentally drop his extremely expensive ring into her pocket. It must have been when he went to hold me up.

Damn it. Darcy didn't even know what to do. She didn't even know his name and yet her has his ring. She was much to classy to sell it, even though it would be a big amount. But Darcy was into doing the right thing in her head...which was nothing. If she ever met the stranger again she would give him the ring back and tell him sorry that he dropped it.

Careful not to drop it herself, Darcy held the ring tight in her hand as she strolled into her bedroom. Going into her dresser, she pulled out a simple silver chain and placed the ring onto it and clasped around her neck. The chain was just the right length so the ring didn't fall into her boobs but instead rested gently just above her bosom. Now I can't loose it even if I tried.

The rest of the night was just normal for her. Turning on her IPod and placing it on the dock, she blasted some music while she made a simple meal and jumped around in just her t-shirt and undies. When her meal was done, she got in bed and set her alarm for work She felt a little guilty for wearing a stranger's jewelry on her neck but she had to remind her that it was for safe keeping and that tomorrow night she would retrace her steps and hope to run into him again.

You don't only want to see him just to return that ring Darcy...she mused. Closing her eyes, Darcy drifted off to sleep. Dreaming about blue skies, Pop Tarts and the cool sensation of the silver ring on her chest.

Ohhhhhhhhh Darcy found a piece of treasure. Don't worry all, this will not be one of the "wild goose chases" like in those horrible movies where they search all the lands for the owner of the "glass slipper." The songs Darcy was listening to was Breath of Life by Florence & the Machine and Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand. Don't forget to review!