During his long existence Loki had been introduced, and he had come to know on his own, many females, be they from Asgard, Vanaheim, Jötunheim or Midgard. However few had made a lasting impression on him. That was, of course, because Loki was very hard to amaze, and even such an emotion elicited from him couldn't guarantee the steadiness of his admiration. Nothing could faze the young god and he was more inclined to find faults in others than to look for qualities.
For instance he found the ladies, if they even deserved the title, of Asgard too exaggerated. Their smiles were too wide and faux, while their eyes remained cold and cutting. They were forever judging without knowing all the facts and they were renowned gossipers, nothing of remote importance ever escaped them and everything presented an interest. Most were airheaded and dull. The only two who had a positive image in Loki's eyes were his lady mother, Frigga, and lady Sif. At least they weren't useless like, say, Freyja, for example, whose only activity was to chase young warriors around and demand their affection. The beauty they possessed was the sole aspect Loki admired, but beauty was only skin deep.
The Vanir were no better. Freyja was a prime example. They were all vain and quite stupid and very self-sufficient in the worst of ways. Loki remembered having been infatuated with a Vanir maiden by the name of Sigyn. She had been eye-catching and meek and Loki found himself attracted to her. The romance was short-lived though, as Loki noted his partner lacked something very important: sense. Sure she was a lovely creature, a trophy wife, no doubt but the sheer deficiency of wisdom on her part killed all the sentiments he could've possibly nurtured for her. Sigyn had been perhaps his first serious crush and inevitably his first big deception in love. Perhaps it was for the better when a few centuries ago she had married Theoric, a fellow Vanir with whom she had many things in common.
Jötunn females were perhaps the easiest to understand. Angrboða had been Loki's consolation prize after the whole Sigyn fiasco. But not for one moment had he deluded himself into believing that what he felt for her was more than physical desire. While Sigyn had little cleverness to speak of, Angrboða was decidedly more intellectual, but she had little other than that to offer. The Jötunn was trapped in a tall, lanky frame with almost no curves. Her face was acceptable but nothing out of ordinary. Despite that Loki had found her understanding of him and his feelings worth a second glance. She was, after all, not barbaric like Skadi, or unreasonably conceited like Sigyn. However Angrboða was not someone he could truly love and that brought about the termination of their relationship.
Midgard had a variety of females to offer. They differed in looks and the way they conducted themselves, but were no less frivolous than the ladies of Asgard or Vanaheim and thus far beneath his concern. That was what Loki had thought until he met Darcy Lewis. There was something extremely appealing about the way she acted and spoke. She was honest, brutally so at times, and had little to no acceptance for unnecessary formality. She was not childish or rash. In truth Darcy was a curious mixture of charm and sarcasm that often baffled those who met her. Loki found the combination very interesting and endearing at the same time. Naturally, Loki decided to pursue Darcy. She had a fascinating way of responding to his attention.