((Excuse any typos, there will perhaps be more than usual. I'm lacking certain things I need right now, but I want to get back to this story!))

Chapter Six

Darcy did what she always did when startled.

She acted a fool and Loki caught the book she threw as he strode towards her, not giving it a second thought. The mortal really needed to learn manners and looking around, cleanliness. If she was ever enslaved, she would never have made it as a servant. She would have been stoned for her impertience and lack of order and cleanliness.

His lip curled as he stepped over a white container in what he was sure was food.

Even with the lack of cleanliness surrounding him, he was still amused. He was used to gold walls, the floors glistening. He didn't know the meaning of dust.

"You didn't even say goodbye. After all the entertainment I alloted to you?"

How? How? HOW? How the hell was he even here? Darcy knew he was allowed his freedom but Earth, really? Oh my God, Loki! "You're not just haunting me, you're fucking stalking me." She blurted out, throwing her hands up in the air. Too bad she couldn't throw the beanbag at him. One, she was sitting on it. Two, it was big and probably wouldn't go far.

He looked around as if looking for a clean place to sit. Really, the room wasn't that dirty. There was no moldy surprises or anything, or dirty clothes. Ok, well, not too many dirty clothes.

"I'm no ghost, Sigyn. Do you dream of me for me to haunt you so?"

"You're a freak."

Loki almost laughed out loud at comment. "I have been called so on many occassions." She should have had a throne prepared and waiting for him. A throne of gold. "This is deplorable. How do you live like this?" He asked finally. Everywhere he turned he saw clutter. Disdain filled his voice. Disgust. Darcy wasn't offended; he thought everything that wasn't his was deplorable. He was "better" than everyone else.

But when he swept his hand out and the room blinked out of focus, she sat up straight. She blinked again but she wasn't imagining things.

"Ah, much better." Loki murmured.

Her. Room. Was. Fucking. Spotless. More books than she remembered having were lined up on the far bookshelf. Probably books she'd lost under the pile of clothing...the table was free of coffee cups and SHE COULD SEE HER FLOOR! Holy...even her bed was made.

"That is the coolest shit ever." If he could do that whenever he wanted, she needed to keep him around. He could clean out her car. Hell, he could clean Jane's office. "You need to teach me how to do that."

Loki turned his head. "No mortal is capable of such greatness."

Of course, there he went with his greatness.

"You have two hands to clean, Sigyn. Perhaps you need a lesson in the ways of servitude."

"Ah, no...I serve myself just fine."

Loki refrained from what he would have said. The previous state of the room said contrary. He would not be in the presence of filth. He had seen worse, but none the less...he strode over to the bookcase. He was surprised there were so many books, considering this was chit chat Darcy. "Perhaps there is something in that head of yours besides insults for me." He plucked a book from the shelf, read the title and then put it back.

"Ah, yea, I can read." She was smarter than she looked. She worked for Jane, for God's sake, so she had to have some brains. Read...read. Book. Norse Mythology. "Hey!" She jumped up from the beanbag. Loki had already sat the book she'd thrown at him down.

She closed the distance and picked up the book and hopped up onto the desk beside him. "Look." She opened the book to a random page when Loki turned, stopping to stand beside her. He obviously had an interest in books. He may have been here to torture and humilate her, but he still held an interest for books. She pointed to the image of Loki and the Goddess beside him. "I told you, you were married." She stabbed the image. "That's you and Sigyn and-"

"That looks nothing like me." Loki said in disbelief and disgust. Was she blind? The picture was hideous, the image she provoked looked nothing more than an idiot. He was no such thing. He looked down on such idols.

"Well, it's just a picture. But you and Thor are definitely in here. I mean, some of the legends are obviously not true because S.H.I.E.L.D changed all that, but still...I had more books but you went and lost them on my bookshelf." Darcy said, pouting on the last sentence. He may not like her disarranged mess, but she knew where everything was in her mess.

"I organized your tremendous mess."

"It wasn't that bad..."

Loki rolled his eyes and plucked the book out of her hands. She knew nothing. If he gave her the power that he had, then she probably would keep her domain as neat as it was now. He highly doubted she could lift a finger to keep it dainty.

Yes, her as a Goddess. Darcy. Sigyn. It wasn't impossible. It was highly possible.

He stiffened at the thought and then shook his head. No.

He nudged the lumpy looking THING she had been sitting in on the floor with his foot. "A seat, I'm assuming?" He questioned.

"Ah, yea." What, Asgard didn't have beanbags? Just like they didn't have a chocolate foutnain, she reminded herself with longing.

Loki looked down at the lumpy chair in disdain, wondering if he really wanted to lower himself before he finally gave in. It gave beneath his weight, cushioning his hips in an awkward way. But oddly, comfortable. He would never admit the folly on his character.

Darcy started to laugh and he looked up. His green eyes narrowed. "What are you laughing about?"

Darcy couldn't help herself. He looked so out of place in that beanbag. Even with the room clean, he was out of place. He was always "garbed" to the finest and being on Earth didn't change that. But dressed like he was with his long overcoat, well, the beanbag just made him look ridiculously out of place.

"You look ridiculous." She sputtered out.

She never even saw him move. One moment he was sitting in the chair and the next he was leaning forward, his fingers tight around her chin as he tugged her forward so that there faces were inches apart. "You would do well to not insult me, Sigyn. We've already had this conversation, have we not? Shall I remind you?"

Darcy almost felt threatened. She really tried to feel threatened. Mute her again? He could do a hell of a lot worse, that was for sure. Like destroy half of New York. She gulped. Sometimes she forgot just how dangerous he could be.

Loki chuckled and released her chin. "As I thought."

Watching him, he sure as hell looked a lot more interested in the book than he said. But she kept that thought to herself. He hadn't magically made the book disappear. He was cushioned right on the edge of the beanbag, but he looked a hell of a lot more comfortable than she ever had. He sat there, and he was flipping through the pages.

Darcy plopped down in front of him and crossed her legs indian style. For once, she didn't open her mouth and blast him with it. She wanted him to read that book because she was tired of being looked at like a fool when the proof was right there.

Loki ignored her, idly surprised that the woman didn't start talking his head off right then and there. He looked up once, pausing in the middle of the book and when she didn't say anything, he brought his attention back to the book. The images were the worst he had ever seen. There was no resemblance that he could see. Not of himself, Odin or even Thor.

But some of his history was there. There was no denying that. His trickery, his lies and his deceit. So he wasn't lost to the ages, to the pages of time. History remembered him; or it would.

"Rubbish." He said as he turned a page. But most of it was none sense. Thor married Sif. He almost laughed at that one. There was nothing between the two but pride and friendship. Thor was ensnared by his little scientist.

"Sigyn is the Goddess and wife of the trickster God Loki." Loki said, quoting the words on the page. His tone was mocking, but he read as if he were telling a story. "When Loki was young, he came to desire a wife and admired Sigyn from afar."

"It's all there." Darcy said. She scooted a little closer until she was on the floor beside the beanbag and leaned over to get a better look at the book.

He'd always been one for knowledge and this book was no different whether it was fiction or fact. It was a mixture of both.

"Did you really do that to Sif's hair? I always wondered why her hair was black when all the other, ah, GODS, had golden hair..." Darcy asked, her eyes catching the tale printed out across one page.

His lips twitched. "I did." He acknowledged. "It was a game between her and I, one that she could not win." He flipped to another page and shook his head. "There are other books like this?"

"Yea...but they're now lost on that bookshelf." Darcy said, her tone a little sour. She was probably going to have to take half of those books down just to get things back the way she wanted. For all he knew, she liked her books in alphabetical order.

"There is nothing orderly about you, Sigyn." Loki murmured.

Her head snapped up. Whaaa...he'd done it again! She snapped her mouth shut instead of saying anything. She was orderly. Her ipod was fucking orderly. Each playlist was set carefully and with loving care.

Loki waved his hand and the books hit the floor simintaniously. "Is that better, Sigyn? Is that the kind of order you require?" He said smoothly.

Darcy stared open mouthed at the distruction of the once neatly rowed books. They lay in a messy pile in front of the empty bookcase. She was shocked and amazed at how he just waved his hand and accomplished it. She was also flustered as to why he saw the need to cause distruction and madness in her life.

He laughed. He just couldn't help himself. "Distruction? Oh, Darcy. You distruct mine with your very presence. You know nothing of madness or distruction. How clueless you are."

Insults. He did that a lot. Then again, so did she but she did it in a much more sly manner. But that pile of books was so out of place in the now spotless room...she wasn't exactly a slob. If something was clean, she at least would try to keep it clean.

Might last five minutes.

She waved her hand like he had. "Come on, put them back with your magic hand." God, that was so cool.

"Do it yourself." Loki said without looking up, his attention focused on the book he was reading.

She didn't want to. Plain and simple. "But yoooooooooou can do it with magic. Gets it done so much quicker." She lifted her hands and waggled her fingers. "No magic. You magic, me no." Besides, she wanted to see him do his hand waving thing again.

Loki looked up from the book he was reading. He didn't say anything. Darcy sat up straight. He leaned forward then. "Do it yourself." He murmured, so close that she could feel his breath against her lips. Her eyes widened when he pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.

There was nothing romantic in the press of his lips. It wasn't even a kiss, it was just a press against the corner of her lips. In fact, his eyes almost looked cold and calculating. Mocking, but also daring and prideful. He looked down at the book again.

And electricity and hot heat fizzled through her insides, starting from the corner of her lips and spreading throughout her entire body.

What. The. Hell?

And through the dumb founded silence Loki looked up again. "Do it yourself." He repeated, his tone even. He didn't smile. There was no mockery, no trick; but he was a Trickster God.

Was he really going to make her clean up the mess that he'd just made? She couldn't just leave the books there, btu she wasn't going to take the time to stack them side by side in such neat and spaceless rows as he had.

She stood up. "You know, you really are a pain in the ass." She started towards the bookcase. "Unlike you, us 'unworthy' mortals have to work to get things in order." She refrained from bringing up the fact that her room had been anything but nice and neat before. So what? "We can't just wave our hands..." She waved her hand.

The books slid along the floor and then jerked up and back, staggering back into the bookcase with a loud thud.

Darcy screeched.

Loki smiled and lifted his hand. He balled his fist and as he did she stumbled forward as that same electrifying heat pierced her body again, but this time leaving it. She saw the visible light this time as it seeped into his palm before fading.

"Now you can say that once, just once in your pathetic little life, you were worthy, Sigyn." Loki said as he stood and snapped the book shut one handed. He tossed it onto the bed.

That bright light came again and she lifted her hands. When she lowered them, Loki was gone.