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Chapter 3

***Darcy's P.O.V.***

My eyes flew open. I was asleep on the couch and it was seven am. For a second I was confused, why was I on the couch? Then I remembered last night's encounters. I couldn't believe it, was the God of mischief and lies actually staying in my apartment?!

I got up and walked into the kitchen, he would want breakfast soon. I put water for coffee for him and myself and took out some Eggo chocolate chip toaster waffles. I popped two in the toaster and reclined on the counter.

I replayed yesterday in my mind, analyzing everything that I could and trying to see what I could use to my advantage. As I talked to him yesterday, I looked into his beautiful, dark, green eyes, they were brilliant and beautiful and… anyways, I noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Something was bugging him. My nature, stupid, curiosity started bugging me. What had gone wrong with him? Could it be similar to what had happened to me with Jane? Did he feel as terrible as I did? If he did, then I might have a chance at using him to help me get my best friend in the whole world back. I could use the pity card, or the 'we're so similar' card.

If Jane ever forgave me, I'd never again- the waffles popped out of the toaster. I grabbed one of my nicest plates and put the waffles on them. I grabbed the syrup and took the waffles and syrup to the table. I put two more waffles into the toaster, and then poured the coffee into two cups. I set the cups down on the table, the other waffles popped up and I served them then put them on the table.

When the table was set with the food, coffee, syrup, and forks, I slowly walked over to my room. I knocked on the door awkwardly then froze. I didn't even know what to call him, Loki, Mr. Loki…

"Hey, Loki, the food is ready," I called.

I really hated it when I did that. Sometimes I'd just impulsively do stupid things, like call on a random stranger or pull a wicked, stupid prank.

"Thank you, I shall be out in a minute," Loki called.

I went into the bathroom then to wash my face quickly before he came out and I noticed myself in the mirror. I picked up the brush and fanatically brushed at the mess of tangles on top of my head. When I looked decent, I tied my hair back into a side pony tail, then washed my hands. I smoothed out my shirt and left the bathroom without even washing my face.

I sat down facing the window on the little dining room table behind the couch. I started eating my waffles slowly, waiting for him. Naturally, he decided to show up just as I took a big gulp of coffee. I swallowed it down quickly, burning my throat, and I smiled to him. I was sure my smile looked more like a grimace, but he returned the favor with a tiny, hardly noticeable smile.

He was wearing a sort of Asgardian tank top-ish old fashioned white shirt that wouldn't have been visible under his armor which he no longer wore. He had the same black pants as yesterday, but I didn't see his cape.

Loki sat down across from me and looked down at the food for a minute. He pursed his lips, debating something, then grabbed the fork and tried a piece of the waffle. He nodded to himself as he took a sip of the coffee.

"Do you want syrup?" I asked him, placing it within his reach.

"Thank you," he said softly before putting some on his waffles.

His green eyes focused down on the food I didn't realize I was staring at him as I ate until he looked up with a slightly annoyed expression. My eyes widened, and it was my turn to look down at my food. I felt myself blushing so I drank some coffee and tried to use the cup to block my blush.

I had to say something. I needed his help and I knew he wouldn't offer it. I thought about a good way to start, and my mouth took over as usual.

"Are things different in Asgard?" I asked.

"Yes, they are."

"Are the foods similar?"

"I don't know. This is the first Migardian plate I've had, and it isn't as good as an Asgardian breakfast," Loki huffed.

"Well that was offensive," I muttered taking another bite of my waffle.

"My apologies, Lady Lewis," he said.

"It's Darcy," I corrected.

I didn't really mind him calling me Lady Lewis, but I would need to get us on a casual tone before I asked any favors from him.

"My apologies, Darcy." He seemed troubled to use my name instead of 'Lady Lewis', I'd need a different approach.

"You're a lot quieter than the last Asgardian I met," I noted.

"My brother is very arrogant and loud, not all Asgardians are like that," he said.

"Thor is your brother?" I gasped.

His head hung, he didn't want me to know that I was assuming. Loki shook his head.

"Not anymore," Loki said.

Not anymore. His words rang through my head. Was Thor dead? If Thor was dead then I didn't have any hope, any bribe to get Jane to forgive me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You don't need to know," Loki growled.

"Do you have a way to get back to Asgard?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?" he hissed.

"I'm a very curious person," I said leaning back in my seat.

"I don't believe that's what you're after," Loki said, he continued when he saw the confused expression on my face, "Why do you want to know if Thor is alive? Why do you want to know if there is a way back to Asgard? Are you actually Darcy Lewis, or Jane Foster?"

"I, I'm Darcy. Jane, she's my… she was my boss, I was her assistant," I whimpered.

"Was?" he questioned.

"I was fired very recently for doing something very mischievous," I explained, Loki grinned at the mention of mischief.

"What exactly did you do?" Loki asked.

"I- that's a story for another time, we should get you Migardian clothes first," I said getting up; we were both finished with breakfast.

He was practically radiating curiosity! I needed to keep him interested, though that's why I stopped. I walked to the living room and grabbed my purse and my car keys.

"Aren't you coming?" I called.

He suddenly appeared next to me. I gasped and jumped back. He was chuckling as I shakily opened the door. We both stepped out and I locked it after us. We went to the elevator and stood awkwardly next to each other the ride down.

When the elevator opened, I all but ran out and hurried over to my car. I unlocked it, and got in. Loki reluctantly followed me, and put on his seat belt as I had done, watching me the whole time.

As I started the car, Loki muttered, "This should be fun," before gripping the side of his seat.