They moved quickly into the palace's entrance, strangely enough it appeared to be almost empty. Thor and Sif went ahead and searched for any and only came back with about five kills, where had they all gone? Luckily it was warmer in the palace than outside and Darcy immediately started cursing happily. They had all settled in after all it had been a long day for all of them even though for the most part they were used to things like this it was never as extreme.

They had all moved into the room the Warrior's three and Sif favored to lay and sit in when speaking. It was large and had long comfortable chairs and seats to sit on as well as a large window that out looked Asgard. A fire was made by Loki's magic for Darcy as she lay down on one of the longer chairs, Sif had given her blankets and such from her room and everyone sat in silence for a while until Darcy was asleep, they needn't worry her anymore than she already was.

All of the Midgardian's proffered to stay in the room opposite apparently not comfortable with being in the room with the Asgardian's and Loki. Thor, Sif, Darcy, Loki and the Warrior's Three were in the room though Darcy was in a deep sleep now.

''What do you propose we do about her brother? I know you care about her deeply. In Midgard I could tell then you wouldn't like things like this happening to her.'' Thor commented in the silence causing Loki's eyes to snap up from Darcy sleeping form. He sat on the small chair beside her, watching her face look mildly peaceful though it was pressed up against the seat's edge.

''She is not going back with them.'' Loki spat knowing what Thor was thinking.

Fandral and Sif exchanged a glance and Fandral stood up looking out the window then back to the lost prince.

''Loki...I agree she is very beautiful but you simply cannot leave her to the danger of-''

''What!?'' Loki asked standing up himself looking at Fandral incrediously.''You think that is the reason I-I...''

''I do not wish to keep her in my company because I want a night of pleasure with her and then tell her afterwards to get out of my bed you ignorant fool! I am not like you, Fandral.'' Loki yelled darkly, before Fandral could yell back in rage Darcy stirred in her sleep turning and rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

Loki kept his eyes on Fandral wishing nothing more than to yell some more at the fool. The others were just as confused as Fandral except for Thor, he knew what Loki felt and Loki had fell for the girl a long time ago, Thor believed since that day she stood up to him he had. Darcy was always the one who tried to put sense into him back at Midgard.

''Come along, Darcy We are going to my chambers so you can sleep without fool's assuming things they know nothing about.'' Loki said calmly still looking at Fandral, Darcy didn't question him. She could see the anger in his eyes deepen with each second, she stood up and followed him out offering everyone a small smile before the door shut behind them both.

She followed Loki around corners and stairs before they found their way to a corridor with just two double doors at the end of it, the paint on it was green with intricate details of vines engraved into the wood.

''Take me to your lair, Mischief.'' Darcy snickered as he opened the doors allowing her to step inside before closing them.

He watched her silently as she took his room in, though to her it really did look like a princes room. It was almost half the size of the house on Earth and that was just his room, it had soft carpet-like floors and the whole room was painted a dull green much like his eyes, the four posted bed had a silky black blankets and pillows that looked so comfy to Darcy's sleepy form, there was a small hallway which was his closet which had so many clothes and it opened up to a bathroom in which Darcy could see a long bath that she wanted so badly.

''Mmm.'' She moaned wishing she could wake up to this everyday. Loki smirked at her.

''Would you like a bath, human?''He questioned noticing her eyes widen and a blush form up from her neck to her cheeks.

''Don't get any ideas, don't feed Fandral's desires.'' Loki said brushing past her noticing the eye roll she gave, he walked into the bathroom and she followed with her hands behind her back. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the bathroom, it was too perfect and beautiful to describe, her eyes glanced at the tub with glee.

''Well, Mischief, I don't really think he's that handsome. He's the man-whore right?'' She asked curiously, watching Loki turn the water on and testing the waters temperature until he felt it was warm enough for her, he quirked his lips into a grin and nodded turning towards her. She was still a great deal smaller than her and she looked up into his eyes.

''Hey...do you have any booze?"

''Darcy...'' Loki chastised, never had he met a girl that acted this way. She gave him a pleading look and his eyes averted to her exposed arms and her neck that had bruises and he knew she had had a needle somewhere on her, he pursed his lips for a long moment feeling horrible and then nodded slowly trying to look at her without her noticing how worried he was for her. She probably was in so much pain.

''You have your bath and when you come out there will be Asgardian liquor waiting for you.'' Loki teased chuckling at her pout.

''But I want it in the bath.'' She whined like a little child, Loki bit his lip from smirking both at the way it had sounded and the way she said it.

''No, you'll pass out drunk or from tiredness. When you get out it'll be there.'' Loki said firmly giving her a small smile before tossing a towel at her and shutting the door behind himself.

He felt the weight of everything he had risked that day bare on his shoulders, he felt his heart drop to his stomach and he ran his hand over his face harshly trying to snap himself out of it. He hadn't felt exactly like this for a while, he hadn't cried since Odin had told him his true parentage. Crying was so weak to him. He could have lost Darcy, he found out she'd been raped, beaten and harassed, Odin and Frigga were missing now, the Frost Giant's had taken over Asgard and the humans had come to take Darcy back to Midgard, take the only thing from him that made him feel like he belonged to someone and something.

He wanted to walk right back into that door and tell her but he knew he couldn't, he also wanted to harm Fandral and he also wished to leave all of these emotions behind. He knew how easy it was for Darcy's heart to just stop one day and soon enough he will have outlived her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked out of his room and walked down to the kitchens which were unusually empty, he opened the cabinent and grabbed two bottles of what appeared to be wine, Loki rarely liked to drink. He'd seen what it did to his fool of a brother.

He wondered what it would do to Darcy in just one drink. He gathered two glasses and walked back to his room, as expected Darcy was still bathing and now he could hear her singing something quietly to herself. He smirked and opened a bottle pouring himself a drink, his body ached and he rested on his bed lazily, bringing the cup up to his mouth and drinking it all down. He relished the taste of it and poured another one.

The door finally opened and Darcy emerged, her hair was let out of its bun and it was wet and tumbled around her. Her lip stood out profusely just like her dark hair, she stood rubbing her bruised arm awkwardly watching him. There were no chairs or seats in his room and the only thing to sit on was the floor or the bed, what had gotten into her, why was Darcy Lewis being shy all of a sudden?

Loki looked incredibly hot leaning against the bed like that, it was almost impossible to look away.

''Like something you see?'' Loki asked pressing his thin lips together, a bit of the liquid dribbled off of his chin down his neck. Oh sweet jesus.

''Yeah, that drink in your hands.'' Darcy said quickly, her mind traveled back in time to when she had first stood up to him, if she had not done that where would she be now and more importantly where would he be?

Darcy eyed the bed warily, oh but it looked so comfortable.

Darcy was suddenly jealous of Loki, she had listened to him and knew he was a prince and all but to witness him lay there like that, she realized he really was one, he really went into battles and fought and he really was royalty. Her gaze flickered to his bedside table which held what looked like a silver photo frame, inside it was a picture of himself exactly like he was now, laying on the bed and doing the exact same thing. Darcy gasped as the picture moved along with him.

''It's not a photograph Darcy, nor a ''video'', the frame is enchanted to be chained to my mind and apparently so yours, strange, it must be because of the bond. Anyway, it transfers memories and images and thoughts in your mind when you think about them...if you let your mind slip.'' Loki said with a strange knowledgeable smirk that Darcy was suspicious of.

''Wait, wait! Show me a memory of yours.'' Darcy exclaimed walking over to his bedside and kneeling on her knees looking at the frame in awe. It was like a gif, yet it was too clear for one she thought. The image suddenly transfered and her heart raced at the image, it was of her and he wrapped and entangled in bed sheets with sweat both over their bare backs, Loki's arm lay over her waist while he was half turned to her, they were both asleep in the bed but it was obvious of Darcy's messy hair and their sweaty naked bodies that they had been doing anything but sleeping.

''Loki!'' Darcy exclaimed as the image finally transferred into one of a blue sky. Loki was chuckling to himself with his tongue out cheekily, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he looked at her.

''As I said, If you let your mind slip...'' He mused sitting up slightly to see the scarlet blush that had swept it's way onto her cheeks.

''You've had enough of that Darcy, that's enoughmhp.'' Loki said getting int interrupted as her hand swept over his lips muffling his word.

He noticed how drunk she was, far too drunk. He had underestimated how the alcohol would affect her Midgardian standards, her eyes were glazed over and they held some sort of excitement that both enticed him and worried him deeply, he himself had only had a few sips before she had taken all of it. She was sitting cross legged on his silk sheet bed taking another swig of the second bottle of Asgardian drink, licking her lips and giggling drunkenly.

He let a quiet gasp escape his lips as he felt a weight ontop of himself, Darcy basically straddled him with a smirk. She dug her finger into his chest and then lightly trailed it all the way down to his stomach raising her eyebrow with a smirk. Her entangled hair was falling onto his cheeks as she brushed her chin along his neck blowing on his ear slightly before moving her lips.

''You know Lokiii, hah, I think that ''thought'' in that photo frame over there could turn into a memory.'' She whispered barely audibly, her words were slurred though and her breathe was plagued with the drink. Loki smirked glad he would remember this to show to her tomorrow.

''Loki.'' She sighed with lust, Loki pursed his lips harshly trying to contain himself. She was drunk, she was not thinking clearly. Thor had reminded him that people do not think straight when they were drunk...Thor had also demonstrated that on many occasions.

Loki glanced at her from a moment making sure he could show the memory to her tommorow for entertainment and grabbed both her arms in one wrist pulling her underneath him and leaning her hands up to the bed's board, she giggled obviously thinking differently than him...or maybe not so. He gently placed a kiss on her lips relishing the feeling of her lips on his for a brief moment before murmuring a small enchantment.

''Sleep, Darcy.'' He said just as she immediately went lack in his arms, he pursed his lips.

Why does she play these mind games with him?

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