It was obtained by pawning off quite a few solid gold trinkets he had stashed away in the same place he stored the Casket of Ancient Winters, his entire dagger collection, hundreds of pieces of armors and different helms, some books, some furnishings, a few relics, and something he really wasn't going to ever talk about. Pawning wasn't illegal. Maybe the forged signature on the lease was, but he wasn't stupid enough to sign his real name during a background check. He merely cast an illusion for identification. Which was almost real.
Loki let her lead him to the car, strutting the entire way like a model on a catwalk. He sat in the passenger seat of Darcy's car and waited for her to get behind the wheel. Both arms were folded across himself, eyes were glaring straight forward.
After a few seconds of tense silence, he rolled his eyes and decreed, "If you do not vex me overly much, and aid us in obtaining a suitable maid, then perhaps you do not need to find a new place to reside. Thor would not wish it."
Says the guy who was also known as the God of Lies. Blaming it on Thor. Why not? It was a convenient enough excuse.