Meeting Darcy hits him like a train, full force, almost knocking him down. Loki doesn't expect it, which makes the situation all the more pleasing. He's out with Thor, after much cajoling on the blonde's side. Like any other time, his brother drags him around completely unaware of being annoying. Loki doesn't complain; there's no use in it anyway. The younger brother simply follows Thor, one step behind.
But all of a sudden there's a tingling in his palm. Loki tries to brush it off. It doesn't work; as a result he tentatively scratches softly with the tips of his fingers. It doesn't stop. He sighs and shoves his hand in the pocket of his black pants. Raising his eyes, something catches his attention. Although the street is busy, a figure stands out in the mass of people. She is rather short with dark chestnut hair and an hourglass shape. She is nothing special so it baffles Loki that she's captured his attention. What is it about her that attracts him? The realisation crops on him like a brick; she's glowing. Not the figurative 'she's happy and shiny', no; she's literally surrounded by light. The itch in his palm grows tenfold.
At the same time one Darcy Lewis glares at her glove-clad hand. The name written on it burns, rather painfully, and she has no idea why. It's not like she poured vinegar on it again; she did do that once and ended up feeling sick for days. Her mother said it was probably because her soul-mate wasn't very fond of the bitter substance. Still, right now her hand feels like a needle cushion. She rubs it against the material of her jeans and moodily looks up, eyes set in a glower.
The pain is all but forgotten when she sees a tall, dark male in front of her. For a moment she stares, not completely comprehending why her breath catches in her throat or why he looks like he's made of shiny shadows. The green of his eyes crashes with her coffee-coloured orbs and holds. It takes her another moment to realise he's approaching her. And she simply can't move away, even if she wanted to, not that she wants to.
True to character the words that come out his mouth are, "Your writing is simply appalling." She gawks at his but doesn't say a thing before he adds, "Nice to meet you, Darcy." He smirks.
"You write like a girl." It's retaliation oh her part more than complaining. She does find his writing appealing, after all. "Not sure I can reciprocate as happily, Loki." The smile she gives him is genial.
It's only minutes since they've seen each other and already it feels like they've known one another long before. Loki extends his glove covered hand to her and she does the same. The prickle is pleasantly muted as their hands touch and they both smile at the contact.
Everything is perfect until Thor yells, "Loki! Who's this?"