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Jane woke up at 5 as usual to get a couple hours of genuine work done until Darcy's awakening which kept her busy for pretty much her entire day. She snuck into her room, where Darcy was sleeping, quietly, tiptoeing to her bathroom, only to come out and have a heart attack when she noticed Darcy siting on her bed, wide awake and fully dressed, with her messenger bag packed, smiling at Jane.

"Ohmigod you scared me!" Jane laughed, walking over to the bed. "How are you up so early?"

"Isn't that my line?" Darcy asked, as she picked up her smartphone and showed it to Jane, "Look what I got."

After reading an email Darcy had gotten, Jane's eyes were blurred with tears.

"You're leaving? And you didn't tell me?"

"I literally found out last night and you were passed out by like 9."

"No, we were watching TV, that Kardashian-keep-up thing, I was awake!"

"Correction: I was watching Keeping up with the Kardashians while you were doing that thing where you sleep with your eyes half open, like some endangered animal that needs to watch out for attackers or something," Darcy muttered.

"Darcy…"

"Like a dolphin, you sleep with half your brain off and the other half on and,"

"Darcy."

"Look! I didn't want you to go all mopey and unintentionally force me to stay which we all know I'll get over, but you are going to be the one, sister, to regret for the rest of your life for not letting me go and depriving me of a future."

"But it's so far. You're going back to New York. I'll never see you again," Jane whined, now actually crying.

"And that's what I thought when you moved but look, I'm looking right at you right now. In flesh. Ka-boom, it's like magic, really," joked Darcy. She scooted and scooped Jane in her arms. "Are you just crying cause you're jealous cause one day I might be more famous than you?"

"Obviously," Jane whispered into Darcy's shoulder, her sobs quieting down.

"I know, I'm a very miss-able person. But this is like the perfect job for me. I'm gonna fight crime with art!" As she said this, Darcy violently detached herself from Jane, swinging her arms dramatically, trying to imitate Charlie's Angels all at once.

"You're going to have to draw suspects based on descriptions of witnesses, this job require patience…"

"C'mon I'm so patient, didn't I give you like 20 seconds in the bathroom yesterday."

"More like 19 seconds, and afterwards you were threatening me and my future children."

"Hey – I know you're kind, you sentimental future moms, giving up anything for the well-being of your non-existent children. Actually, that was really a test for you. Yeah. You're welcome."

Jane looked at Darcy, a sad smile forming on her heart-shaped face. "Darcy…" she whispered again.

Darcy hesistated, "You know what? Screw this! I can stay if you want me to. I'll stay. Having a job ruins people. I mean look at you. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be working right now too. You'll die working. And what'll say one your gravestone? 'Here lies Jane Anne Foster, the one who stared at the stars a little too hard' and I'll be giving a speech about how you were always a workaholic with no life…"

"Hey I don't have a middle name! And I do have a life!"

"And then I'll tell them how you were always a liar and I tried so hard to send you into rehab–"

"–rehab?" Jane objected.

"Yeah, for your problem."

Jane threw her a questioning glance.

"Wow you're like way deep in denial."

"Darcy Lewis what the heck are you talking about?"

"Jane…you're a workaholic. You're freaking addicted to working – you don't even know! These are signs, further evidence on why I should stay. Yeah. Screw drawing faces of ugly robbers, I'd rather stay here and update you on your list of problems, you know, as a good friend."

After listening to Darcy's stories through breakfast, for which they stayed home and munched on pop tarts, Jane made it clear that Darcy had to leave.

"I'll push you out the door if I have to," Jane threatened.

"Typical," Darcy murmured, collecting her supplies as the duo left the lab.

Jane waited with Darcy outside the airport, teary eyed.

"Jane don't cry."

"Aw Darcy, I'm just really going to miss you."

"Of course you will, everyone does."

Jane's face broke out a grin.

"But seriously Janie, you're tears are like super embarrassing."

"Did you look into the company that hired you?"

"I tried but they're not even on Google. It's like they don't exist. On top of that, they told me not to tell anyone and that they'll be monitoring my Facebook so I don't accidently reveal where I work or something."

"That's odd. Darcy, are you sure this is legitimate? It's not a scam is it?"

"Doubt it. I actually had them interview me in New York, although that was like almost a year ago so it's weird how I'm getting hired now. But I think they are like top-secret or something. They told me they'll tell me more when I get there, also that I wouldn't be just drawing people, which made me curious…"

Jane processed that. Darcy had no idea who or what she was working for. "Maybe you should stay."

"I'll be fine Jane. It's New York City. Nothing's gonna happen. Probably."

"Fine, but tell me the name of the company, I'll do some research and let you know as soon as you're off that plane."

"It's not a company really, it's like an organization. It's called the Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage, Law-Enforcement Division' or S.H.E.I.L.D. for short. I should go now, I'm gonna miss you! Don't forget to eat real food and wear skirts once in a while!" Darcy forcefully gave Jane a bone-crushing hug as Jane tried her best to hold her tears until Darcy was out of sight.

"S.H.E.I.L.D.," Jane murmured quietly to herself as she drove away from the airport and her best and at the moment only friend. Little did she know she was about to make a new one very soon.

!

Back in Asgard, Loki's little presentation had ended when Frigga fainted soon after her son uttered his wish for death.

The kingdom's Healers kept Loki and Frigga locked in their chambers to recover. Loki didn't have to be directly told that his wish would not come true. But he had nothing to live for anymore.

When Loki discovered the truth, he was surprisingly relieved. It was like some force had taken all the burden he carried off his shoulders. Thor had never been concerned about his future, Gods usually never were. Things like that were what mortals did, Thor had told Loki once. Mortals meant nothing to Loki, he did not wish to be like them.

But now he hated his life. More than anything, he wished to become mortal so he had an easy way to die.

Loki was not possessed, as the Healers were suggesting. What they didn't understand was how it felt when you found out that you were the monster parents usually recalled to scare their children. That you were the epitome of cold-heartedness and evil. Loki had been called all that before, but those insults were not true insults because Loki had earned to be feared, he had worked for that reputation. Now it was in his very being.

What others thought never bothered Loki. But what he could not bear was one question that popped in his mind constantly, every hour, tormenting his existence.

Who was going to love him now?

Loki didn't want to continue living alone in this miserable lie. He had to end this, once and for all, whether the All-Father would help him or not.

"Heimdall!" Loki walked towards the most knowledgeable God he knew, towards the portal chamber to the other realms.

The guard looked swiftly at Loki and then back to the spot he was staring at before. That was his way of acknowledging the Prince, Loki assumed and asked, "I need your aid. I need to know and I'm afraid only you can tell me.

"Ah, Prince Loki Odinson." Loki stiffened at the name, a growl escaping his lips.

"It's Loki Laufeyson fair Guard."

"Or so you'd like to believe. You're a prince regardless. And as you know by now, I'm rarely wrong."

Loki shifted his weight, trying to control his anger, but he was not going to fight a man that was his only hope.

"Alright, that is not relevant."

"Isn't it though?"

"No," Loki said sharply, "I need you to tell me what you see."

"For you? I see what I see now. A man living his life in denial. It's pitiful."

"I did not come here for your lectures. I came here to know about what will become of me."

"I'm a mere guard Loki, serving my kingdom and my King. I know nothing of your future. After all, do I look like a prophet to you?"

Loki glared fiercely, "You know as well as I what you are capable of. Tell me, what will become of my tomorrow, I need to know this."

"Ah, well for that you simply need to look at your past for."

"My past holds no meaning."

"And your present?"

"Like I said before. It is irrelevant."

"Have you given up then Loki?"

"Perhaps."

Heimdall finally turned, his golden eyes studying the God he had watched grow.

"Well then, you will have no future except for what others decide for you. I suppose Odin will ask you to be his adviser, twenty-four thousand years from now. And you will be then King Thor's advisor. A lady will one day wish to wed you, and then you might be forced, ah yes, she might be persuasive. You won't have children. You will watch yourself grow old. Your wife will leave you for another man, from a different realm somewhere, close to Asgard if I'm not mist– "

"STOP!"

Silence.

Heimdall watched the God of Mischief come undone. Loki fell on his knees and hid his face in his hands, his shoulder moving up and down along his silent sobbing.

Moments past. Loki remained on the ground kneeling, and a very pleading gesture, the God who had lost all hope, looked up to Heimdall, begging.

"Fix this. End me. Please, I am done now. I don't want to live. Please."

Heimdall, showing no emotion or worry, watched Loki but made no move.

Loki noticed the lack of action. He muttered bitterly, "So, I would not be wrong to assume you won't help me either? Had you not said that you would protect your kingdom? Then why are you incapable of protecting your prince from this fate?"

Heimdall said nothing except, "Loki, death is never predetermined. I cannot tell you if you'll find peace if you leave. It might not be better."

Heimdall turned away, staring into space. Loki defeated got up.

"Anything will be."

Heimdall looked at him once more, raising a graceful eyebrow that was covered by his helmet. But Loki still saw the question in his eyes.

"Any fate. Even hell is better than this." And with that, Loki took out a dagger, which Heimdall raised one arm to deflect and the dagger flew out of Loki's hand, falling off the bifrost.

What the guard, the erudite God, Heimdall, did not ever forsee, was Loki flying after the dagger off the bifrost, into a sea of darkness.

AN: I was going to divide this chapter in half because it was getting ridiculously long, but I needed to get this going. I'm not going to kill Loki off; that would be the worst Lokane fanfic ever, no offense to anyone who has already tried. Thanks for reading, I bet this might have too much for some people but at least now you know and probably have an idea where this story is going :) Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review if you feel the need to express yourself, say what you need to say beautiful people, and I'll get chapter 8 up today or ASAP at least. THANK YOU!