DAY 2
Darcy's back hurts, and she's pretty sure her wrists are bleeding from the handcuffs, where she's put too much strain on them whilst she napped. She couldn't exactly sleep, but god knows she's used to that now. She groans as she tries to stretch herself out, her body aching from sleeping upright, propped up against the wall. She's sure she looks entirely helpless, which is exactly the look she is going for. She doubts Loki can feel pity, but she figures it wouldn't be bad if she gives him an ego trip and some satisfaction in being an effective kidnapper.
"Loki?" She makes her voice sound as rough as possible. Coughing for effect, she sees Loki pad out of his room. She notices his more casual garb- even out of his armour he still has that otherworldly look about him. And he looks anything but concerned.
"I am not at your beck and call, woman." He huffs.
Looks like you are. She thinks, but it takes most of her self control to keep quiet.
"I know. I was… I was just wondering…" She stuttered, making herself as timid as possible. "Have you heard from Thor and Jane?"
At this Loki smiles. "Has the mortal lost her smart attitude?"
"Uh…" Darcy doesn't meet his eyes.
"Unlikely." Loki looks down at her with distain. "You think you're clever. You forget I'm the God of Lies, of tricks and treachery. I see through your helplessness, mortal."
Darcy narrows her eyes, annoyed that she's been called out already.
"Okay then. You prefer this version of me? Seeing as you do, I'll just annoy the shit out of you. It's not like I have anything better to do."
"You have no need for a tongue when I give you back to your beloved friends. I promised your life, that is all."
Darcy cringes and rolls her tongue about in her mouth, trying not to picture Loki lopping it off.
"You're gross."
"I believe 'terrifying' is more accurate."
Darcy scoffs, and Loki walks out of the cabin entirely. She uses her remaining strength to shimmy up the pipe and watch him walk outside, his haughty, poised back to her.
"Shit." She swears, and sits back down.
Maybe this is her chance to get out. She looks frantically around the cabin, and sees that Loki has cleared a nice space around her, so she can't reach any furniture or rugs or anything that might help her in the slightest. Great.
She takes a look at the handcuffs, and notices there's no keyhole, no slot where she can jam her hairpins to try to release herself, like they do in the movies. Darcy tries rattling them against the pipe again and again, but it's pretty solid and she can't find any way of getting out of the cuffs, even after a couple of hours of trying. Her wrists are bleeding quite significantly now, and she winces at the pain. He'd thought this through nicely, she thinks bitterly.
Her stomach rumbles and she groans as a sharp pain hits her abdomen. No food, no water, no tiny chance of escape. She thanks her amazing bladder, otherwise Loki would be even more annoyed at her with the constant requests to go to the toilet.
Giving up any chance of escape by her own means, she sits back down and waits for Loki to return from his mysterious walk. She passes the time by staring out at the still lake, watching the trees around it sway slightly in the breeze until her eyes droop and she finally gives in to sleep once more.