Chapter Thirteen

A lot of things scared Darcy Lewis shitless. Losing her Ipod was at the top of that list, followed by S.H.I.E.L.D knocking her off their radar, a shortage of ice cream in the world and the zombie Apocalypse.

And now rooms that imploded on themselves.

The room didn't really explode. Every glass fixture, including the windows and mirror exploded, shards of glass raining down around her and her scream went full air-borne. S.H.I.E.L.D was being bombed was the only thought that was going through her mind at that point as the wood banister on her bed splintered.

Darcy covered her face with her hands as her fear sky-rocketed because she so didn't want to die. First Odin tried to kill her with his ball of light and then Loki left her.

Glass thudded into the wooden walls, narrowly missing her. It was like the scene from Matilda when the little freak discovered her powers and started playing with the cards in midair. This was way scarier, with shards of window and remnants of the mirror flying every which way but away from her. They were like throwing knives as they embedded themselves in every possible surface until there wasn't a shard left in either the window or the mirror.

"Calm yourself." Loki snapped out and Darcy dropped her hands, her heart racing. She hadn't even heard him do his reappearing act, but he never made a sound whenever he decided to pop in.

She finally noticed the room and her fear rocketed right back up. The window placement was nothing but a square, void of the glass. The two mirrors were in the same position, void of the reflective image. The far wall was scarred with the shards, like throwing ninja stars and one of the bed upholsters was cracked all the way down the middle.

Loki ducked as one of the glass shards shook and then jerked out of the wall, flying in his direction before zooming over his head. A sour expression crossed his face as the ground shook and he wasn't sure if that after effect was his annoyance—or Darcy's fear.

There was something seriously wrong with what he was seeing.

"Get me out of here before the place explodes!" Darcy said and Loki actually stumbled back when she threw herself against him, her arms circling his waist. He stumbled back not from the force of her body, but from shock and confusion. What in Valhalla was she doing? He didn't touch her, just held his arms out slightly from his body, staring down at the top of her head.

"Now, do your disappearing act." Darcy panted out, hugging the God of Mischief tight. As much as she liked and hated the God at the same time, she wouldn't have thrown herself at him if she hadn't been on the verge of being blown to bits. She was hyperventilating because there was so much she wanted to do with her life. She was limited because of S.H.I.E.L.D but there was still a lot she could do. She inhaled and even though Loki smelled like what a God probably smelled like, he smelled good. That barely dimmed her panic.

The books flew across the room in a jagged manner, hitting the opposite wall and the bookcase shuddered.

"Calm yourself. Now." Loki hissed out and reached behind his back and locked his fingers around her slender wrists. He pulled her arms out from around him but didn't release her. "Now, before you do blow up the place." She was highly unstable and the thought didn't sit well with him. Highly unstable and powerful.

"What?" Darcy said hysterically. "I'm not doing this." Dying was on her top list of things that scared her shitless.

"Yes, you are." He was annoyed and it showed in his expression. "My Father's taken a liking to mortals, obviously."

Was that sarcasm in his voice?

When the room didn't explode and the vibrations at her feet finally stopped, Darcy took a deep breath. She was alive. Her room was still intact. Her Ipod was still in one piece and charging.

"Now, if I leave can you control yourself?" He had things he needed to attend to now. Matters that needed to be discussed and questions that demanded answers. Looking at her though, Loki knew he already had one of his answers. His eyebrows snapped down.

"Leave?" Her voice rose. "You can't leave me here." She needed someone to lean on and Loki was the only person she wanted to lean on. That was really messed up, too, because he was Loki for God's sake. He'd seen into her mind, so he knew every dirty little secret she had. He'd shown her things that she hadn't even known were possible in her world of the impossible.

"You can't leave me here. I'm having a hard time functioning, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm still jet lagging and your dad tried to kill me. I don't know about you, but I hate when people try to kill me." The tone of her voice rose again and her Ipod slung itself across the room.

Loki lifted his hand and caught the device in the palm of his hand. "He didn't try to kill you."

What Odin had done was worse, but far more worthy.

He frowned—Darcy didn't understand. She didn't know.

Something hard slammed into the door from the outside and the wooden frame shuddered and splintered before caving in. Darcy jumped in his arms, her head nearly connecting with his chin as black clad S.H.I.E.L.D personal filed into the room with guns held ready.

"FREEZE!" The one in the front yelled and Loki looked down at the tiny red dots that were trained over his entire body.

"We've got a boggy on the fifth floor. Room 510. I repeat—we've got a boggy. Classified top boggy."

Darcy stared at the guns that were trained on Loki. She could see into the hallway but what she didn't see was the mayhem that was now her room. There wasn't a single crack or a single scrap of paper on the floor. Just her room then? That was why they'd all high-tailed it to her room. Or there was a camera like she'd always suspected and her unwarranted spy had seen a certain God.

Loki rolled his eyes at the minimal threat they posed and sighed. The mouthy one in the front suddenly stared at his gun in horror and dropped it. They other seven men followed in tandem, staring at their weapons in horror, cursing and stepping back.

"I'm assuming this crazy shit has something to do with you being the God of mischief. Because I'm pretty sure I'm not holding a handful of eyeballs...slimy eyeballs." Nick Fury said from the doorway, staring with a believable disgust at his hands before looking towards the two in the center of the room. The Director looked like he really wanted to drop his gun.

And that's what it was. Because Darcy sure as hell didn't see any eyeballs. Eyeballs? She looked at Loki and realization dawned. Loki—the God of Mischief. She realized why the men had suddenly dropped their weapons and the fear on their faces. It wasn't guns they saw.

That was some freaky, messed up but cool shit.

And Nick Fury. Holy. Shit. She was in some deep shit.

"Let the girl go, Loki."

Loki arched an eyebrow at the demand and lifted his hands. This wasn't what he'd expected when he'd felt Darcy's panic and had returned to assure her everything was alright.

"Now step away."

Was that what Fury saw? A hostage situation? Loki nearly snickered and stepped back, his hands up partially.

"Give Darcy her Ipod."

Darcy frowned and caught the Ipod when Loki tossed it her way. His soft laughter echoed in her mind. Even the Director knew Darcy was a force to be reckoned with without her Ipod.

"Now take your little mind fuck back." Fury looked toward his men who were staring at the gun son the floor with indignation, as if not sure what they were seeing was real. "For God's sake, pick up your weapons. It's an illusion."

Loki finally laughed and waved his hand and the men blinked. Their guns were trained on him in an instant, the small red lights flickering over his body.

"Now how about telling me what in the hell you're doing here and how you got past security?"

"You really think your mortal liabilities can stop me?"

Darcy wanted to groan. Loki was going to start a fight. He was looking to start a fight just because the man up front was Nick Fury. He didn't need any other excuse. The two men hated each other with a passion.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse us." Loki said as a thought crossed his mind. "I was in the middle of a conversation with Ms. Lewis when you interrupted." He reached out and jerked Darcy back into his arms, but this time with her back against his chest. His arm lifted, his forearm pressed against her throat in what Fury perceived as a warning.

Loki gave a shit eating grin and disappeared with Darcy.

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