He had only just turned on the large televised vision device when Loki found himself staring over at Darcy, utterly transfixed at first by eyes as blue as an ocean, hair that shone like the softest silk, flawless pale skin, voluptuous body, lips that...
Then it finally registered what she was saying, and the moment was as shattered as the glass still left in the bottom of the sink from the day Thor showed up.
"Darcy Lewis I presume," he said, followed by a long suffering sigh. He stabbed a fingertip onto the computer so it turned off as he stood up. "Invading my home already. No doubt it is Thor's doing, not to mention you told her this was fine. Do you have the means to get us to our lost Valkyrie, before she is thrown into a dungeon and they lose the key?"