ᛚᛟᚲᛁ has a silver tongue. (the_trickster) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-02-05 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, darcy lewis, loki odinson |
Who: Darcy and Loki
What: If Loki had a middle name, it would be Trouble. Which he is in. For mousing Darcy. And then there is awkwardness.
When: After Darcy the Dormouse and the adventure she snoozed through.
Rating/Warnings: Yellow for all dem f-bombs.
The next morning, things appeared to be going as well as possible, considering previous events.
In the kitchen, Loki wasn't sitting upright with his usual perfect poise. He was not looking like his usual put together self at all. He hadn't yet been on the network or looked at the phone connected to it. The same clothes he had on last night were still being worn now, only they were more rumpled. His hair was hanging down in his face in loose tendrils. And he was staring straight forward, unenthused and bleary eyed, back hunched as he sat in the chair and one elbow was resting on the table. His chin was cupped in his hand as he spent the last fifteen minutes stirring at the oversized cereal bowl full of Lucky Charms with a silver spoon, slowly, with the same vigor that one would if they were watching paint dry. It seemed as though he was tending a magical cauldron, trying to keep a delicate potion from scalding.
He had yet to pour any milk into it. He had yet to take a bite of it.
Instead, he was pondering a great many things he felt he had to do, and how he might go about doing them. At this juncture, actually doing some of those things might take so much time and energy, that he might be rendered somewhat defenseless afterward for a short period of time. There had to be other means or options that he hadn't yet thought of. Hmm....
So Loki sat in silence, slowly rendering his cereal into dust, stewing over his own conflicting thoughts and ideas.
As Darcy finally stirred from her slumber, she felt a bit like she had been hit by a truck. She let out a grumble as her eyes finally opened, wincing at the daylight. Oh god. Had she been drinking too much? She had to have been. This had to be a hangover. She groaned as she sat up, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. She groped for her phone, only to find out that.. It was a lot later than she thought it was. She’d lost a whole day.
“What the hell??” She rubbed her face, and as she sat there, the memory of whatever had happened came flooding back. She’d been with Loki. There were sharks on the television? Something.. And then there had been a flash of green.
Loki.
Getting up to her feet, she stumbled out of the bedroom, without even bothering to put on any pants. She would worry about that later. How had she gotten into bed without pants anyway?
“What the hell did you do?!” she growled, spotting him at the kitchen. “I feel like shit.. What the hell happened?”
Loki sat there for a moment in silence, blinked slowly, and turned his head without his chin ever leaving his hand. The spoon gradually lost momentum and came to a stop. He looked her up and down - his gaze lingering a little too long in certain places - and a slow smile began to pull at his lips.
"Sharks in what you call tornadoes happened," he murmured, his eyes finally meeting hers. "I never thought it possible for someone to look both terrible and appealing at the same time. Until this very moment."
That had to be the world's weirdest compliment.
There was a permanent scowl on Darcy’s face at the moment, and it continued as she went all the way over to him and then promptly put her hand over his mouth. “Shhh. Too loud.”
Right. Sharknado. Like the television thing. That couldn’t be good. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t wearing pants yet. Finally she removed her hand and stared at him. He couldn’t answer if his mouth was covered. “I remember that, and then I was going to… ask you what we should do and then that’s the last thing I remember and now it’s the next day. So what happened?”
Her lack of pants was one of the reasons his gaze lingered, but he wasn't about to go pointing that out if she hadn't noticed yet. He was enjoying the view, and leaving her in such a state was innocent enough. He hadn't peeked when he put her into bed. It certainly wasn't his fault she hadn't attired herself before wandering into the kitchen, and he found himself momentarily fighting the urge to kiss the palm of her hand. Then her hand was gone and that moment was over.
"I had to make certain you were kept safe," he said, gazing up at her. "So I turned you into a small dormouse, and let you slumber while I aided your city."
He smiled like he was pleased as punch about his good deed. And we're talking about the kind of pleased that was like that pineapple party punch from last weekend's revelries. Festive and fun at the time, until the fire department showed up.
Out of all the things that he could have said that happened, being turned into a dormouse was definitely not on that list. Not even anywhere near the list. So Darcy just stared at him, with a blank look on her face until she took that moment to comprehend what the hell he was just talking about.
“You.. turned me into.. A dormouse? What? …. What?? I .. you.. What..” Oh man. Her brain was slowly trying to catch up. “You just.. Turned me into a little mouse and let me sleep.. For no reason.. And without my permission? Is that what you’re saying? Did you even ask me? I don’t remember you asking me if you could change me into anything!”
"Didn't I?" He looked around as though he was trying to remember. At first he had declined to help the city at all, and after Thor and Valkyrie had left and he watched the news, he changed his mind. He knew damn well he did not ask Darcy, but the urge to keep her safe had struck him so suddenly, that he went with that urge without questioning it any further. "Perhaps I neglected to mention it prior? But I'm almost certain I apologized when I picked you up and put you in the tunic under my armor."
He sat upright while pointing to the exact place she had been nestled into, a spot between his left collarbone and the side of his neck. He looked very proud of the fact that he had so admirably defended her. Even more so as he added on what an minor inconvenience it was to do so.
"At some point or other," he was saying, "you vomited in mid-snore." Due to the fact they traversed a collapsing inter-dimensional space. "It was so small, that it was not at all disgusting. It was rather amusing, in fact."
Because Loki's brain really is kind of like a bag of cats.
Pausing for another moment, Darcy thought long and hard about her memory. News. Sharks in the sky. People panicking. And then.. Nope. Nothing. Then she’d woke up just now in bed. “No,” she responded flatly. “You. Did. Not.” She didn’t look amused. At all. The opposite of the look on his face.
“I don’t think I probably knew you apologized considering that I was a fucking dormouse!” Okay so maybe she was getting a little angry. “You can’t just randomly change people into things when you want to! That’s not cool! What if you hadn’t been able to change me back!? What if I was stuck like that forever?!”
Yeah. She was freaking out. And not looking at his collarbone. She’d slept there? God this was awkward. And messed up.
The expression on Loki's face was shifting from confusion to being affronted that she was angry at his do-gooding.
"I. Did. Do so," was his sarcastic response, while trying not to lose his own temper and failing miserably. He stood up from the table. "Do you think so little of my skill, that I would leave you stuck as a mouse for the rest of your days? Did I not keep you safe? You awoke unharmed in your bed, and were not subjected to the horrors of what transpired. You should be offering me your gratitude."
He stood before her with both arms folded over his chest, chin held high. He is ready to bask in all the praise and thanks now.
He was going to be waiting an awful long time. Arms folded over his chest. Ha! Darcy put her hands on her hips in defiance. “Yeah! I do! I don’t know how your magic works. You didn’t ask me if that was okay! It doesn’t matter how you kept me, you should have asked me if it was okay! Because I would have said no it’s not okay for you to just do whatever the hell you want. I can keep myself safe!”
And she was kind of miffed that she had missed sharknado. Like really? All of that and she’d never even get to see a shark up close like that? Fuck that. “I’m not offering you shit. You need to apologize and tell me that you’re not going to randomly turn me into any more animals on a whim!”
Other people were probably getting an earful.
It took a lot to get the God of Mischief to gawk from being offended, and he was doing it right now. What the Helheim did this enticing mortal creature think she was doing, with her hands on her hips that way, and telling him that he should apologize to her for protecting her from the Bilgesnipes of the sea?
Two could play at that game, and a suddenly surly Loki jutted his chin out in defiance, one eyebrow arching up higher than the other.
"I refuse."
He also refused to look at her, because she insulted the one skill he was most proud of wielding, even if it was nothing like other Asgardian warriors. His other pride and joy was his velvety smooth speaking skills. He was not speaking smoothly right now, as his voice was stretched thin like it was a rope that was fraying more and more, with each passing second.
"I refuse to apologize for doing what I must to ensure your safety. Because you are unable to defend yourself against the sheer onslaught I bore witness to. I was going to remain here while Thor and Valkyrie went forth. I then changed my mind and could not leave you here on your own. I had little choice. As we can see, consulting you tends to become a grand debate!"
He might have said that last word a bit more loudly than intended. It was almost yelling, but not quite there yet.
He could be offended all he wanted. Darcy was not budging. “Of course you’re going to refuse. Because you never think about anyone but yourself! I know you think that you were trying to protect me, but someone protecting me would have asked me first if I was okay with it! You have no idea what I might have been through. Maybe I had mice phobia! Maybe I would have been snatched out of your hand by a bird and eaten. Then what the hell would you have done??”
There were so many things that could have gone wrong, and she wouldn’t have had any chance to defend herself. “Who says I’m unable to defend myself!? I can defend myself against fucking sharks. I live here on planet Earth. I see sharks way more than you do! I watch Shark Week! Yes it’s a debate, when you don’t fucking listen to me in the first place!”
Okay there was definite shouting now. If Valkyrie or Thor was around, they were definitely going to get an ear full. “YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK PERMISSION FOR THINGS, JESUS!”
Perhaps she had a point, but his wounded pride wouldn't let him address that just yet. He was too busy being offended and trying to act like he hadn't been worried over her. Which was a lie, because he had been.
"That is on the televised box, Darcy!" he yelled, and oh yes, he was yelling now. He gestured wildly with one hand over to where the TV was on the wall outside the kitchen. "Surely you should realize I would never let anything prey upon you, regardless of what size the beast might be? Yet I know you could not defend yourself against one of these beasts. More so when it is being blown about by a whirlwind. Many of your people died! Why? Oh, perhaps because they watched SHARK WEEK...whatever that might be....and also thought themselves CAPABLE OF BATTLING A SHARK?!"
He huffed out a breath and stared up at the ceiling.
“Why does everyone think that I’m stupidly helpless?! I’m not helpless! I could have helped people! I could have gotten people to safety. I don’t need to fight sharks.. Even though I totally could if I wanted to! But that’s not the point. Wouldn’t you be really pissed off if I just changed you into a .. a… shrimp or something?? Of course you would be SO angry with me if I just did something to you, without your permission!” She was not giving up on this, no matter what.
And now instead of hands on her hips, they were gesturing wildly at him. “My background could be fucking fishing and shark fighting for all you know.. That isn’t the point.” Now she was just sulking. Her lips were pouting and everything.
“Just don’t .. fucking do it again. Okay? Ask first. Always ask before there’s magic. Jeeze.”
He had been staring at her as she continued her diatribe, like she was growing horns, wings, hooves, and was breathing fire. Granted, he wouldn't want to be turned into a shrimp, but Darcy was hardly capable of doing such a thing. And perhaps it would be best to apologize, but he was feeling petulant while trying to tell himself that he definitely wasn't staring at those pouting lips. All while he was staring right at them.
"But it is precisely the point," he was saying as though exasperated and gesturing wildly back at her. "I never said you were helpless, yet you are not adept in fishing and shark fighting. And though you could have helped guide others to safety? I did not want you putting yourself in danger. You can not fight sharks! While what I did was...possibly...misguided, can you not see that this was well beyond your capabilities? Have you gone mad?"
In mid-gesture, the back of one hand swept her hand aside before she accidently smacked him with it. He stared into her eyes as though she better not even try to do that on purpose.
Oh come on, like she was going to hit him. If she was ever going to hit him, it would have been way before all of this. In the vast majority of things, this was probably one of the more minor one. But it was the principle of the thing. They were both missing each other’s points, or at the very least neither one wanted to listen to the other.
“Okay fine! I can’t fight a shark! But that doesn’t mean I need to be turned into a tiny little mouse to go and hide! No one else got that treatment. But I still could have helped people! I need to help people.. And I want to do it for the right reasons, unlike whatever your reasons are,” she said with a huff. “And that doesn’t even change the fact that you did something to my body.. WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND THAT IS WHAT I AM SO UPSET ABOUT.”
One last shout, and then she had to back away before she actually did clock him one. “And I don’t even want to know how you put me into bed and took off my pants without me knowing!” Though that could have been her for all she knew, but still!
She looked angry enough to take a swing, and that was enough incentive for him to eye her in such a manner. And maybe eye her for more than that, because she did mention her lack of pants. His face tilted down enough that he was staring down at her legs, noticing again that they were bare. Oh no. However did that happen. Loki shrugged, like he didn't even know. And he was the one who did it. So that reaction? Lies, all lies.
"I am glad you finally acknowledge that you can not fight a shark," he said using his much more sedate inside voice again. Before she could object, he held up one hand and raised his index finger to ask for one moment to continue. "As for your pants, I used magic to remove them. I know not where they went..." Outside. They landed somewhere outside, because he was tired and unfocused. "...and I did nothing untoward. I merely covered you with a blanket. Since you are so incensed..." Not him. All her. "...perhaps we can come to an agreement. One that is mutually beneficial, such as the blood pact that decreed that I would not kick you out because I maintained ownership of this apartment."
Because Loki doesn't do any binding contracts (not even ones to not kick someone out when angry), without some blood hitting the parchment. Or printer paper. Whichever.
“Hey! Eyes up here!” She shouted, pointing up to her face. “And now you don’t know where my pants went?? Those were my favorite jeans! You have to find them!” Oh my god she was so epically done with him right at this moment. She just wanted to throw up her hands in frustration. She didn’t think he’d done anything untoward or whatever, she knew he wasn’t bold enough for any of that, or stupid enough for that matter. But still.
“No, we don’t need an agreement. You need to not do that again. That’s it. I’m not giving you anything in return, so that you can NOT change me into whatever you want. No magic on me. Period. End of fucking discussion. I want my pants.” And now she turned around and went to find them. Because she was done with this discussion. Dammit.
He tried several times to open his mouth and get a word in edgewise, only to be cut off each time. She also took a verbal axe to his ability to bargain or barter, so all he was left with was to follow behind her. One hand was still held up, index finger pointed upward as though he was still trying to get her to pause for one moment. That wasn't working, either.
As he followed her stompy little self as she stomped everywhere, he realized that he was, to put it lightly, quite out of his depth where Darcy was concerned. Despite a flair for the dramatic, he had never been bold even before Thor was banished. He quietly lingered on the fringes, working best in shadows and preferring a more subtle approach, which certainly wasn't very popular. Then he lost himself for a while, and his idea of being bold didn't really work out the way he thought it would. Then again, nothing worked out the way he thought it would.
Asking anyone else for advice in this would be like admitting a failure to do things on his own, and would surely leave him open to mockery. He could all but hear Valkyrie's laughter, and he could imagine Thor's stare, wondering at what foul plans were afoot. Absolutely out of the question. He was - once again and as always - all on his own.
In any other situation, it would not pose a problem, but the more he followed a very angry Darcy, the more he began to wonder if he even bother trying to appease a Midgardian woman. Certainly he could now see their allure, as Thor once did with Jane Foster and her tiny hitty hand. Further complicating matters, it was sinking in that he really should have asked first, even if his first instinct had been to help keep Darcy safe and he impulsively went ahead and did it. Now Darcy looked down upon his magic the same way many warriors in Asgard had, that it was a dishonorable means of doing things. It served as a reminder that the only person he ever shared that bond of magic with, was the woman he had called mother. It was best not to dwell on that overly long. He had many other things that still needed to be done and little time for wallowing in regrets. He had to set things right with Darcy, and move forward.
"....I will locate them," he quietly offered, following close enough that he almost reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder, but never followed through. He stopped short and pulled his hand away before she might notice. Darcy did not want to discuss things further, and he was still weary after the day before. Without thinking it through, he mustered up just enough energy to conjure her favorite jeans back onto her.
His eyes went wide as he blurted out, "I'll take those off. No, I will not. Instead I'll...hmm. Does it count if I use magic to undo that magic, even after you said not to use it upon your person? You seem distressed and I may have...slipped."
Though Darcy knew he was there, following her around while she was looking for her pants, she was trying not to pay him any mind. It was like she had eyes in the back of her head. He was sitting there, trying to figure out what to say to her to get her to stop being mad. Even though she’d already told him what she wanted, and he’d just ignored it. Go figure.
She was happy that he’d thought enough of her to want to protect her. When they’d first met, he would have just left her to get eaten. There was no doubt in her mind about that. Now he was looking out for her. And maybe she’d been a bit too harsh about judging him. It wasn’t even the fact that he’d used magic. That had nothing to do with it. If he’d done anything else, she would have likely been annoyed too. She would have been annoyed if Thor had taken her and put in her in a glass cage for her own protection or whatever nonsense she could think of.
The pants thing was just a way for her to take her mind off things and not yell at him any more. And she’d been about to give up when there were suddenly pants on her body. He’d done.. Something. Magic. Again. She turned around and stared at him. He was talking about taking them off.
“Loki..” she said carefully and reached over to take his hands into hers. Gently. Okay. Breathe. Don’t get angry.
“Just.. calm down. Stop. You need to hear me. I just.. Need for you to ask first, okay? Please? Please. The pants are fine, but they’re not mine.. I mean I guess they are. Just..” she gave a little sigh.
He was staring down at their hands as though contemplating some great fathomless problem that would never be solved, before his gaze lifted to her face.
"They are yours now, and I assure you that I am quite calm," he replied, trying to sound both reassuring and calm, even though that too was a lie. He was anything but calm. He might look it outwardly, but he was never calm or at peace. Confused and conflicted covered most of what he was feeling at the moment. Weary was another. There was something else there that he couldn't easily describe, other than it was warm and inviting. He might label that as something dangerous, as it was unfamiliar territory and set him on edge. He had to fight the urge to tense up, and instead raised one of Darcy's hands to his lips, to brush a kiss over her fingertips.
If Frigga were there, she would have been giving him a motherly stare that could have burned holes through the cosmos, as a reminder that he should mind his manners. Perhaps the memory of her was the best advice he could ever take.
"I do apologize," he said, lowering her hand without letting go. "If anything foul happens in the future, I will endeavor to ask you your wishes. Definitely before turning you into small woodland creatures. Which I assure you that I took no photos of."
There are photos. There is also a video of dormouse-Darcy snoring and him laughing about it.
Yeah. He wasn’t calm. Darcy could tell that. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been following after her like a nervous puppy dog. It was cute though, so she had to give him that. “Okay, sure.” She wasn’t going to argue, if he thought he was being calm about things. He was kissing her fingers, and she automatically thought about the other night, when they had been kissing. Right. They had kissed, hadn’t they? Oh man.
She didn’t want to make it awkward, but she tended to do that when not just like automatically taking off her clothes and trying to get into someone’s pants. The other stuff was a little harder for her. She swallowed a bit nervously. Now she was the one that wasn’t calm.
“Thank you, that’s all I a.. Wait.. photos?? What photos??”
Uh oh. He looked off to one side and then gazed deeply into Darcy's lovely eyes again. She did not look calm either. This was perplexing, as he was trying to put her at ease. Even if he did have photos (and a video) of her tiny mouse self, snoozing.
"There are no photos" Quickly, before she could inquire if he was lying or not (he was), he raised her hand up and placed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Not only was he very watchful, but his lips were pulling into a sly smirk while still pressed against her skin. Never one to waste an opportunity, he murmured, "I rather like you as you are at this very moment. Perhaps I should take a photo to commemorate your beauty."
Oooh he was good. He was really good. But she wasn’t going to be dissuaded! There was no way that she was going to forget that there was photos out there. Not that anyone would know that it was her, unless he told them. And even if he did tell people it was her, people would just roll their eyes and be like yeah right. No one was going to believe she was a dormouse.
“Why did you take pictures?” she said, with her lips pursed. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not working… much.” Dammit. She pulled her hand away and gave him a Look. “Would you stop with that?! Your flattery is not getting anywhere. Give me the photos. Or delete them.”
"Damn." He exhaled and smiled like she caught him. "You may delete the rest, for they are stored upon my phone. Yet there is one of you that has been on the network already. So it may have already been seen."
He reached out and tucked a stray tendril of her hair back over her shoulder, and it was as soft and silken as he imagined it to be. He wanted to weave spells over her so she was in Asgardian finery, able to rival any of the noble born beauties that had shunned him because he was always second behind Thor. Maybe someday, he would ask her permission. After he flattered her some more.
"Despite your protestations, I think you enjoyed that," he said, with a bright smile. He held up one hand and his phone was in it in an instant, and being held out to her. She could delete all the photos that way. "If I am not otherwise indisposed by sharks or whatnot, perhaps you would like to accompany me when I next go forth, seeking coffee."
Oooooh no. There was a picture of her as a dormouse on the internet?! And he’d told people what he’d done?! Darcy put her face in her hands and sank down onto the couch. “Oh god. People saw that?? How is anyone supposed to take me seriously now?” Argh. This just kept getting better and better. He better do a whole lot of sucking up. Good grief.
“Well I did up until you said you put pictures of me up on the internet,” she grumbled. She took the phone and started to delete all the photos. Damn, she was cute. Oh well. That didn’t matter! What mattered was that she needed the pictures gone. Great. No one was going to think she was a badass. If anyone made fun of her, she swore to god!
She paused and looked up from her thing on the phone. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
He watched as she sat down and seemed dismayed for some reason he could not possibly fathom. If he knew it was because she was worried people wouldn't think she was a badass, he would have been very amused. She was quite bad ass, seeing as how she managed to throw him off more than once with her verbal skills, alone. He considered her powers of persuasion to be formidable, and almost as keen as his own.
Unless it was with incredibly volatile women on the internet, that threatened Darcy. That was a problem.
Loki was standing near the couch, his hands clasped together. One thumb was rubbing over the top of his other hand in what was a childhood gesture of nervousness that he had never been able to rid himself of.
"I suppose I am," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I have read it is considered common in this realm, when seeking some measure of further companionship."
Well of course he thought she was badass, he was enamoured with her. Everyone else was going to laugh though. Sigh. What was she supposed to do with him? Darcy really had no idea how her life had turned into all of … this.
And now he was asking her out on a date. Further companionship. This was so surreal. Not that she was appalled by the idea or anything, but she just wondered when she’d arrived in crazy town. When everyone showed up, she supposed. But still she had to wonder about why he was asking. Just a little bit.
“Do you want … further companionship, or did you just want to sleep with me, because if you just want sex.. I mean.. We can do that. I just want to make sure.”
His mouth hung open for a few seconds, before his scrambled brain actually caught up with all of Darcy's blunt.
He quietly asked, "................what?"
Of course, he had no problem with merely sleeping with someone. If he wanted that, he would have simply attempted to do so. The end result either being success or being turned away. Then he could have washed his hands clean of the matter, and contentedly moved on to other things. He wasn't sure how his life ended up where it was, either. At least he was adaptable. Mostly.
He sat down beside her and frowned, looking around the room as though thinking things through before speaking.
"I know which I would prefer, which is further companionship first," he said, raising his eyebrows up as he glanced at her. Despite the fact that many would say he was a backstabber, he was still well versed in negotiation. He had learned some things from Odin after all, and he was his mother's pupil. "However, I would rather know your thoughts on the matter before proceeding. If you would have no wish of further companionship with me, then I think you should be forthright and say so. I will not be offended and would trouble you no more. Well. No more than the troubles that surely await us, should we lose our home due to revelries gone wrong."
Yes, there was that housing situation. He was equally troubled now, by her proposal. It would be simple to merely take her up on the offer and be done with it, but he didn't think he would be satisfied with that. Conversely, if she said she didn't want further companionship, or anything at all, then he would understand the reasons why, straightaway. It wasn't as though he was thought of with fondness. He scrunched his nose up and scowled a little, waiting for her response.
Oh good, she’d caught him by surprise. It was about time. Well after they’d gotten drunk and made out, she wasn’t sure if that’s all that he wanted. She wouldn’t have been very surprised about it, because she had a bangin body and most guys just wanted to sleep with her. Not that she didn’t get dates or whatever, but she was used to guys just trying to get into her pants.
First. Right. He totally wanted to sleep with her. Darcy wasn’t going to smirk though. She could be serious, since he was. It was the least that she could do. Though he said he wouldn’t be offended, she kind of figured that he would be if she didn’t go out with him. But the truth was that she did want to go out with him, so there was going to be no need for pouting or whatever the heck he might do.
“I.. do wish to have .. I’ll go out with you. Yeah, you can take me out on a date. For companionship .. or.. Date.. dating’s good.” When she used big words, it tended to sound a little silly coming out of her mouth. “Are we going to lose the house?” She asked as an afterthought.
At first, Loki was leaning in and squinting at Darcy as she spoke, before a smile of delight grew more and more with each passing second. It was not merely her body that he enjoyed looking at - and he did look often - but it was also her humor and wit that he held of equal value. She was fiery of disposition and just a little weird, like he was. There was no halfway in his mind. If he wanted something, he wanted it all. In its entirety. That included everything with Darcy. Even if it wouldn't last forever, there was the possibility the entire universe might not last forever. To Helheim with it. He was going to indulge in what time they had left, while they had it.
"Then we shall enjoy one another's company further, and let us see where it takes us." His smile went a little into the 'ooops' side of the spectrum. It seemed that pineapple party punch wasn't the greatest of his ideas. "Possibly? I will help see to it that we find a more suitable place. Unless you know of one."
Glad that she had actually pleased him by saying yes, Darcy smiled back at him. Great. They were going to go on a date. With the guy who tried to kill her once. What? No one said that she had great taste in guys. That was pretty obvious. Jane would be absolutely losing her shit if she was here. She was glad that she wasn’t though. That would make things so much more complicated. And she didn’t want to get in between her and Thor. Gross.
“The party was that bad? I guess it was.. Uh.. I don’t know. Maybe? I’ll see what I can find out. I mean.. It’s not the first place that I’ve been kicked out of. I’ve been homeless before. It’s not that bad.” She shrugged a little. “We need to live somewhere without neighbors.”
Jane would probably punch the crap out of Loki and he'd smile afterward, because he thinks that's very fiesty indeed. So while Darcy may not have the best taste in men, and yeah, it's Loki after all, he was actually trying to improve himself. In very small increments. While occasionally doing things in very wrong ways.
"I think they were upset about the fire, which was not our doing, and the lack of clothing. Which was our doing." He smirked fondly, as though thinking of something wonderfully nostalgic. Then that smirk was gone and his expression grew more serious. He reached over and brushed the back of his fingertips over her cheek and into her hair. "I would rather not be homeless again, either. Nor would I want that to befall you. Therefore, we must be clever to prevent that from happening."
Famous last words.