Who? Loki and Darcy What? Bringing aspirin, probably conversations. Where? Darcy's apartment. When? Backdated to this afternoon, after this comm thing. Rating? Probably mild/moderate, shouldn't be terrifying. I doubt Loki will allow groping or anything when he's sober. :P
Last night had been... interesting. Some good, some bad, and some just fascinating all around. Loki was rarely one for drinking, even back in Asgard - he’d much preferred to observe and occasionally meddle, little tricks he would attempt to avoid getting caught playing, things like the exploding drinks last night - or the increased alcohol content in Thor’s beverage. But last night he had also ended up intoxicated, and things had been....
...well, interesting was perhaps the best word for it, really.
Despite Darcy’s determination to refuse his apologies and attempt to reassure him that he did not owe any, he still felt somewhat terrible about what had happened later in the evening - he should have been more careful about his drinks, perhaps, or refrained from allowing his slightly-irrational panic to drive him to intoxicated teleportation attempts.
Part of the problem with knowing exactly how wrong things could go with his spells meant he was well aware that he had come very close to getting both of them killed - and even though nothing had gone wrong with the first teleport, aside from the ridiculously ironic location, if he hadn’t been able to do the second one Darcy could have easily died in that frozen wasteland he’d accidentally taken her to.
He’d gotten lucky.
While he was glad of it, in this instance, Loki wasn’t entirely a fan of ‘luck’ or ‘chance’ - not when it meant that events were outside of his control. He generally did his best to avoid leaving things up to chance, taking precautions and planning ahead and keeping an eye on the details of everything he found important. Evidently alcohol made that far more difficult.
He was not going to continue to leave things to ‘chance’ now, however. Regardless of her assurances that she was fine, he wished to be certain she actually was well. Being in cold like that was dangerous for humans (Asgardians, as well, though perhaps not to the same extent. He, on the other hand, had barely felt the chill; it had been refreshing, after the somewhat stuffy air in the bar), and she had not been dressed suitably for it, given that none of them had expected interaction with snow in mid-July. Even though they had left before physical damage had been done, there was still the risk of illness.
It would simply make him feel better if he checked on Darcy himself. There was no reason he should continue to think on the subject any longer; it was normal to be concerned for a friend who he had inadvertently put in a potentially dangerous situation, was it not? There was nothing abnormal about this visit at all, and if the degree of his concern was slightly elevated, well, he would simply blame his guilt and be done with it.
Small bottle of ‘aspirin’ acquired, Loki appeared in Darcy’s apartment on a breath of words and magic; one moment there was nothing, and the next he was standing at the entry to her room, knocking lightly on the half-open door.