Here's Chapter two. I'm sorry I've been on vacationnnn. I hope you guys like it, if not I'm sorry DX. Please leave reviews c: Happy Reading!

The two sat in silence, Darcy's eyes fixated on the road, and Loki's fixated on her. Darcy could feel his eyes boring into her, it made her feel like a bug under a microscope. She gripped the steering wheel harder, her knuckles white against the dark grey material. "U-Uhm, Loki?" she finally broke the silence.

"Yes, Miss Lewis?" Loki responded. Darcy shuddered as he spoke her name, it sounded so formal, so regal, so sexy.

"It's just Darcy," she corrected him and paused for a moment, "why are you staring at me?" Loki looked shocked for a minute, a small blush rose on his cheeks and shock was replaced with guilt.

"I-I…" Loki stuttered for a moment, "I'm sorry Miss Lew- I mean Darcy, I-" his already red checks darkened.

All Darcy could think to do was laugh. So she did. It was a good laugh, a real laugh. Darcy knew exactly who he was, he had sent the Destroyer to their small town to kill Thor, what seemed like forever ago. However, she hadn't known what he looked like or anything about him really other than the fact that he was Thor's brother, until about four months prior to there meeting when she had seen him on tv fight Thor during the destruction of the Battle for Manhattan. But now, she had him sitting here, looking like a child caught taking cookies from the candy jar.

"Why are you laughing?" Loki asked darkly.

The dark tone scared Darcy a bit. She was not trying to set off the God of Mischief in the front seat of the van. No she was not. He was OBVIOUSLY a little… sensitive. She chose her words wisely, "Well, I guess I just wasn't expecting the God of Mischief to be staring at me firstly, and secondly I wasn't expecting you to be so embarrassed after being caught. It was kinda cute." The last sentence seemed to shock both of them. "Did I just call him cute? Out loud? Ohmygod," she was going to die.

"You think I'm cute…Darcy?" Loki said, obviously shocked by her confession. Darcy again took notice to the way he said her name. "Ugh. Why? Why does the fucking God of Mischief have to be so sexy?"

"Uhmmm… well…," it was Darcy's turn to blush. She was at a loose of words. She opened and closed her mouth for a moment or so, then turned her head back to the road, choosing to remain silent.

Loki didn't like that, no he did not. But before he could protest her silence she informed him that they had arrived. He looked up to find a decent sized building, the font mainly glass, pretty simple exterior, nothing extravagant. There was no light coming from inside the building and there were no other cars in the driveway, so Loki figured it was safe to assume they were the only two there.

"Home, sweet home," the petite woman grumbled beside him, he could sense the sarcasm dripping from her words. "Home?" he thought to himself, "This is where she lives? How peculiar." He watched as Darcy exited the vehicle and quickly followed in tow.

"Do you live here by yourself?" Loki asked. His curiosity and somewhat concern had gotten the best of him.

"Yeah," Darcy replied quietly. She seemed so sad to him but he could not, for the life of him, fathom why. He found her absolutely ravishing! And he was a Norse god! Why was she alone? Loki just couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Why is that?" Loki inquired. He knew it must have seemed strange to her, his pushing for answers, but something about her just drew him in. He wanted, no, needed, to know more about her. He wanted to know what made happy, or sad. He wanted to now her deepest fear, her most ticklish spot, what she wanted to be when she was 7 years old, he just wanted to know! And he had no idea why!

"Well, my ex-boss, Jane Foster, and her colleague Doctor Selvig, were asked to do research with SHIELD in some unknown secret location yada, yada. So they left… sadly, I wasn't part of the deal," Darcy explained slowly, as if each word was sent needles through her body.

"HOW COULD THEY DO THAT?" a part of his brain yelled. "Why do you care?" another seemed to reply. Loki had known this woman no more than two hours and she was stirring so much inside of him already.

He was definitely in serious danger here.

"Why is he asking so many freaking questions?" Darcy's mind reeled. Now that they were back at the lab Darcy was seriously rethinking her decision to let him stay. He could KILL her! "Oh God, oh me. What was I thinking letting him in here?"

"You mention Jane Foster?" Loki interrupted her thoughts, "is that the same woman whom bewitched my brother?" His tone wasn't harsh or threating, just curious, Darcy took that as a good sign.

She giggled a bit, 'bewitched' "I guess you could say that." Loki smiled slightly at this. "Has your relationship with Thor improved any?"

"Why yes, yes it has. Ehm- Miss Darcy would it be alright if I rest for now? Travel between the realms often leaves one in a weak state," Loki asked sheepishly. Darcy looked over his face, taking notice to how drained he looked, his complexion extraordinarily pale, and circles under his eyes. He really did look tired.

"It's just Darcy," she reminded him, "but of course, let me show you to the guest bedroom." Darcy began to walk toward the hall opposite them, Loki followed close behind. "This is the bathroom," she pointed to a door on the left. They walked down the hall a bit more and came to the end, which opened up to a small rectangleish shape, with a door to either side. Darcy opened the door to the right, "this will be your room for the time being okay? That," she pointed to the opposite door, "is my room. If you need anything at all just call, okay?"

Loki gave a small nod. Darcy took that as her que to leave and quickly scurried off to her own room, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Loki watched the door close behind Darcy's retreating figure. He closed the door and continued over to the bed, sitting on the edge and placing his head in his hands he let out a long exasperated sigh. Tomorrow he knew he'd have to report to SHEILD, and live up to his fathers agreement. Partnership… with the Avengers… again he sighed.

He stood from the bed and began unstrapping his several pieces of armor and laid them out on the dresser, then removing the rest of his clothes. He would also have to acquire a new wardrobe tomorrow, to blend with Midgardian society. Maybe he could ask for Darcy's help with that.

With that Loki slipped into the decent size bed, marveling at it's softness he quickly fell asleep. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

~MollyyDolly-Chan 3