one thing I often do when writing stories is come up with little mini sections that don't really fit into the chapter at large, but I don't want to not use. Therefore, the mini-chapters, of which this is the first, were born. I present to you... Darcy's thoughts on Loki and Fanfiction.

Darcy didn't really know what to make of Loki. For one, She'd never even met him. Properly met him; seeing him carried unconscious through her boss's apartment doesn't count. Yes, she knew it was him behind New York last year, and that giant fire-breathing robot in Pueto Antiguo the year before, and logically her instincts should be screaming to run and hide, or scream at him in anger. She didn't know all the details, but from what she had heard of his would-be conquering of earth he was sadistic, manipulative, and didn't give a shit about killing 'pathetic mortals.'

She had thought that if she ever met him she would feel fear and loathing. But when she first caught sight of his bruised, bloody, undeniably handsome face as he lay comatose in Thor's arms, she was surprised by the lack of negative feelings. She by no means felt any sort of sympathy, or pity for him, but more a strange fascination. There was something about his face; it seemed so young under the layers of blood, grime, and bruising. She figured if he was mortal he would only be a few years older than her. And God knows she was too young for all this.

And she knew it was stupid, but watching as Thor gently lay him in the spare bed and peeled of the outer layers of his ruined armour, she couldn't help but notice how...harmless he seemed. Thor asked if she had any clothing he could put Loki in, and Darcy mentally yelled at herself as she fetched a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and then waited outside the door as Thor changed Loki's clothes. He's an immortal god, with magic, who tried to take over the world last year. He's anything but harmless.

But she was still curious, and wasted no time asking Thor questions and she directed him to the washing machine, showed him what to do to make sure the stains came out, and threw Loki's half-ruined tunic and pants in to wash. Soon enough the whole story of what had happened on Asgard two years ago came out. When they got back to the living room Thor restarted the story for Jane and Ian's sake, and then continued through last years attack, up until the events of earlier that day.

As the night wore on, Thor turned to stories of Loki and his younger years. Darcy could hardly reconcile the bright, quiet, playful, and slightly shy Loki Thor spoke if now with the twisted, angry man she had heard of and seen on news feeds.

After a while, the conversation broke up, and Darcy went to bed. As she lay under her warm covers, her mind worked over everything that had happened today. And once again settled on Loki. She thought that if this was a movie, Loki would be the type of characters that all the girls are obsessed with. The hurt, twisted, angry, broken soul, who isn't really evil. Just misunderstood.

She snorted to herself. Yeah. And I can be the annoyingly perfect, pretty, sympathetic, and understanding girl who gives him the love he needs and makes him a better person. Still chuckling to herself she rolled over. She wasn't stupid. If she tried that with Loki he would probably throw her out a window. She'd heard that's what he did to Tony Stark.

Nonetheless, she still found Loki interesting, fascinating even, and though the fanfiction method might not work, Darcy Lewis would find a way.

To be friends, though. She already had her eyes set on a different potential boyfriend.