Darcy Lewis is seriously considering having a very loud and noticeable fit. Or perhaps the right thing to do would be to brush it off as one tasteless joke. The thing is that she can do neither. There is no point in going mad, nor does she feel like laughing. She simple stands on shaky feet, like a foal on spindly legs, moments away from falling. The fact that there is nothing but darkness underneath her is not very reassuring and besides Loki has asked - ordered that she stay where he left her. "Prick. Like he has any right to tell me what to do!" Just because he has issues and is somewhat like Batman doesn't mean I'm some tart ready to take this behaviour. " Doesn't he know I'm Wonder Woman and I'll kick his ass?"
By now she should be having an apoplectic fit. But she can't bring herself to react. Loki is highly convinced that he's doing the right thing and Darcy sees no way out of this. Her boyfriend – or whatever he is after spending half a year in a semi-functional relationship with her – is unleashing hell on Earth, literally, and she's cosily sitting here, doing nothing. It's not like she can stop him, he won't let her hold that much sway over him, that's for sure. Somewhere in the afterlife her mother is shaking her head and berating her daughter for having been so foolish. She can almost hear her voice, "Darcy, of all the people you could have fallen in love with, why him?" However this is the least of her problems.
There is no right answer for that besides the fact that they just click together. Besides, Darcy has always felt that her mother made it a point to understand only what she wanted to understand. Shrugging she sits down cross legged and takes her iPod out. It may be a while before Loki gets back and she refuses to die of boredom; not before she gets his ears ringing. Darcy is not mad that he's destroying the world. As far as she's concerned the world deserves it. No, the problem is in the fact that there's a good chance he'll go down too. And what then? She'll be all alone in the middle of freaking nowhere?!
Impatiently she pokes the barrier around her. "This is stifling." In the distance something lights the sky. Like a planet exploding. Or a star. "Or maybe the Earth." Mentally she throws a few choice words at Loki. Couldn't he have postponed this until the second part of The Hobbit, her current obsession, was released? She really wanted to see some more of Thorin's majestic-ness. And Kili and Fili too. Not to mention Thranduil and a throng of other lovable, or not, characters. Damn Loki and his speedy demise of the world. Holding back a sigh, Darcy resigns herself to the situation; no more handsome humans, dwarves, hobbits and elves for her. Ultimately her decision is this: if she can't get her fix, Loki will have to stand a cranky companion unless he saves the bit of the world that counts to her.
Loki's insensitivity just hit critical proportions and Darcy's not taking this. She wants her dose of Lee Pace, and no mischievous prince is going to stand in her way no matter how fond she is of him.