Darcy & Loki
This might be a bad idea. She was married to a Valkyrie that she loved deeply, even if Brunnhilde had been incredibly busy for the later part of the year. Brun took being a regent seriously, remaining behind so everyone else could have an evening out. And while Loki did enjoy making her wife jealous, it was probably best not to get this particular mortal killed. First, because she actually enjoyed talking to Darcy, and second, meeting the business end of a Valkyrie's sword would generally be frowned down upon...by everyone currently under this roof.
To make matters even worse, she was staring down at that lacy bodice while Darcy spoke. What? I'm not dead. Eyes inherently look around at things. It's what they do. She's only admiring the dress. That's all. Liar. Oh, and here's your daily reminder that you miss your wife.
Loki coughed away that annoying lump in her throat before taking a fortifying drink of champagne. She quickly directed her full attention back up at Darcy's face.
"Trust me, I do appreciate that as well," she replied, with a voice as soft as the silk she was wearing. Perhaps it would be best to try talking about a different topic. Like who she noticed, earlier. "So. It seems the formerly missing Captain is your companion for this evening. That is quite the feat. Did the universe take but one look at you and simply melt into submission?"
Well then. If that was overheard, she might be sleeping on that nice green velvet settee she recently conjured. After it was thrown outside. Through a closed window. While lit on fire.