InsaneJournal

Who? Loki and Darcy L.
What? Attempting this whole ‘real date’ thing.
Where? Some random sea-side cliff in the middle of nowhere that probably doesn’t really exist shhh, whatever, this is fiction.
When? Backdated to last night, just before sunset. Erin took too long to get it posted in time, whoops.
Rating? Not terribly high.

There was a thin tendril of magic hanging down from the roof of the gazebo. It was invisible to the untrained eye, a sparkle of green-gold light to Loki, and he reached out, twisting it around his fingers until it was pulled taut, then tugging sharply so it snapped free like a loose string on a garment, immediately going from gold to black and then disappearing like it was never there at all. There were no others, a quick check confirmed, but that didn’t make the presence of this one any less unnerving.

These strands had been all over Asgard, in that other world - like cobwebs in the corners. He had assumed it was his alternate self’s fault, but lately they seemed to be here, as well... and even in places he sincerely doubted his alternate self had been. There was no blaming this on him. Loki wasn’t sure what it meant. His spells were flawlessly intoned, careful and meticulously created. It wasn’t sloppy magic, he knew better than that. Still, loose strings of magic, purposeless and generally harmless glittering things, just seemed to be ...there.

He was not going to focus on that this evening, however. Tonight was for Darcy. He had requested her presence for a ‘date’ this evening, and he had a few details to see to before he retrieved her for it. He wanted everything to be perfect - or at least as close to it as possible, since it would be illogical to expect perfection on something like this.... still, he would do his best.

Loki had chosen this location for how remote it was - a low sea-side cliff, where there would be a rather pleasant view of the sunset, in about an hour. The lack of people nearby meant there would be no interruptions, no threats - or at least it minimized the risk of such things significantly, compared to staying in Lawrence.

A quick trip to get food (Italian, invisibly taken from a restaurant, off the counter where it was waiting to be taken by a waiter to some customers), and then he was back, settling the plates on the table, covering them to keep them warm. Everything else was in place - candles, so they would not be sitting in the dark once the sun went down; a bottle of wine was chilling in a bucket of ice; a small music playing device sat off to one side, currently silent; he had done his best to think of everything. Mortal courtship seemed to rely a lot on these ‘dates’, where Asgard simply seemed to be a statement of intent and then proving one’s worth; he did not wish to ruin the evening by forgetting something important, no matter how miniscule it seemed. He wanted her to enjoy herself.

Picking up the small bundle of flowers off the table, Loki returned to Lawrence, standing at Darcy’s door. He knocked - sharp and loud enough to carry, but not obnoxious. He preferred this - knocking and waiting for a response before entering - because it didn’t really matter how many times she said he could simply ‘pop in’, he felt it was something of an invasion of privacy to do so without a specific invitation for that particular incident.