Chapter Fifteen

She was a God. A freakin' Goddess. Darcy couldn't stop the phrase from resounding in her brain. It was one she was growing rather fond of and one that Loki was tired of hearing phrased. It was amusing, but Darcy Lewis was not always so.

Loki didn't regret his decision. The only thing he did regret was that the brunette couldn't control the tone of her voice. Goddess or no, she still talked.

He could help her with that small malformity of hers, but he had hoped they were past that stage in their growing relationship. He didn't want to silence her. She was...his endurement. Odin had been right—she was very enduring. She was teaching him the very meaning without even realizing it.

"Can I throw lightening like Thor?"

"My brother does not throw lightening."

"I've seen him do it before."

"He wields it with his hammer."

"Do I get a hammer?"

"Not even I would trust you with so formidable a weapon, Sigyn."

"What do I get?"

"You sound like a child."

"What do you have?"

"I need no weapon to accomplish my goals."

"What about that handy tesseract?"

"It was not for my benefit."

"Some God you are."

Loki looked up. His lips twitched. She was like a child at Christmas, never satisfied. Want, want, want. She was everything he hated in the mortal race, but at the same time he wanted to laugh at the absurdity in which she thought Gods were.

Loki looked up. His lips twitched but his expression remained the same. She was like a child at Christmas. Want, want, want. So many questions, but questions he was more than satisfied to answer. He should have wanted to leave her slain at his feet for her gibberish, but all he felt was a compulsion to laugh at her insane thought on what God's were. Whether or not Odin knew Darcy still remained in Asgard, he didn't care. Odin probably thought Darcy was driving his ill-gotten son crazy.

She was.

But she wasn't.

"Have you forgotten that I was the one who leveled half of New York?" He arched an eyebrow. His image flickered into transparency before he was gone altogether when Darcy threw her whole body into a tackle and punch suddenly, her body sailing through the place he'd just been.

He stared down at her sprawled figure on the floor.

"I want to level a God. Just once." Darcy said, exasperated with the God standing over her. How many times was he going to do that and how many times was she going to fall for it? She was quicker, but he saw her coming every time. How did he conjure himself into transparency without her even knowing?

"Perhaps because you do not pay attention?"

"Teach me that trick and you can bet your sweet green ass I will."

His lips twitched again. He just couldn't help himself. "Stand up. You are a Goddess, not some lowly asgardian."

"Watch it, buddy. I still think like a human." Darcy warned.

Loki rolled his eyes at her banter. His insults meant nothing to her. He threatened to kill her and she thought nothing of it.

"Maybe I could level half of Asgard."

He was in her face in an instant. He'd lowered his height to hers so that they were face to face. She would never get over how green his eyes were. She'd never seen eyes so vivid.

"Oh, but I do love how you plan, Sigyn." Loki purred the words out.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "It was a figure of speech. Don't go getting all excited." Not only would she be in the same mess as Loki if she wrecked one of those golden towers, but she didn't want her face on a Wanted Poster. Did Asgard have those? She highly doubted it, but they did have a God of Thunder that would track her down and set her ass on fire.

"Even after all this time your mind still astounds me..." Loki pulled back, amusement on his face. Leather creaked as he straightened to his full height. He could imagine her over-looking Asgard as she destroyed all of its finer beauties and dimmed the light that had reigned down for hundreds of years.

Did she have that power?

"Please?" Darcy asked again, this time pouting out her bottom lip. She pressed her hands together and went up on her tip toes, nearly jumping up and down. She could do Jane a good one over if she could pull off that transparency trick.

"It is not a trick."

Maybe she could learn how to knock him out of her mind. Now that would be something to behold. Sometimes she really didn't like the thought of him hanging around in her mind. Oh, the things that went on in there.

"Do not remind me."

Darcy couldn't help it. She snickered at his remark. "Your problem, buddy, not mine."

There was one thing she'd seen him do before. It was something she wouldn't mind doing herself, considering her certain love of said items. She'd even seen Thor do it. Darcy closed her eyes and clasped her hands together again, lacing her fingers together and concentrated harder than she ever had in her life.

Loki turned his head at her sudden silence. He arched an eyebrow at the sight she represented. He didn't mind the silence, but a silent Darcy was something that he'd grown to worry over. A silent Darcy was a spiteful Darcy. But in this case, for once, she was silencing her vocals for better use. He waited patiently, feeling the build up over power flowing from her.

She couldn't see it, but he smiled.

Please, please, please. Darcy chanted the words to herself and felt the shift over her body, the heavier weight and then opened her eyes.

She heard Loki snicker. "You use your powers as a Goddess for clothing? Do you not understand how the meaning of power, Sigyn?"

"Hey, if you guys can look good while fighting the good battle, so can I." Darcy said and straightened the labels of the long leather overcoat. It was trimmed in green, oddly familiar to the one Loki wore but more feminine. "This is bad ass." She said and wrapped the green knitted scarf around her neck and letting the ends dangle down the front. "You like?"

The familiarity of the leather wasn't lost on him. Loki gave another one of those rare, but mocking smiles. Why she valued him above the almighty Thor, he would never understand. He wasn't used to the attention she was bestowing on him. She'd been one of those poor, pathetic mortals that he would have ruled over.

"Or do you like this kind of thing?" Darcy said, a haughty tone in her voice before her body suddenly flickered and faded.

Loki turned his head to the right and there she was. Well, well, well... "I think I underestimate you, Sigyn."

"You do that, buddy."

He rolled his eyes at the name she was growing rather fond of calling him. One that he was growing rather annoyed with. He'd been called many things, but "buddy" was not among them. But being a God had nothing to do with trickery and immortals. There was much more to it than that, much more than the power that flowed through their veins.

Not just his, but hers as well.

She had yet to understand that meaning. For now, he was content with the Mischief and Tasers she had so fondly spoke of. Mischief was one thing he owed the poor mortals.

"Shall we?" He held out his hand and a blood red rose appeared between his fingers.

Darcy paused in her speech of how "fucking awesome" this was. She stared at the rose in his pale palm. She frowned. Was Loki giving her a fucking rose? Something in her softened at the sight. Really, everyone underestimated the good in the God of Lies before her. Why was she the only one to see that?

She reached out and took the rose from his hand. It was thornless. She had never seen a rose so red before. "Thank y—"

The rose wilted in her hand and went limp before suddenly it was moving in her hand. She screeched and threw the small black snake at Loki without thinking. It hit his chest harmlessly, the once again rose falling to the floor.

He was holding his hand out again to her in silence, though his lips were tilted upward in that wayward, mocking smile of his. How dare he! Darcy thought, even though she took his hand. He'd reminded her that he was the God of Lies.