She lost her boyfriend. She lost her boyfriend. She lost her boyfriend. She lost her boyfriend. She lost her boyfriend. No matter which way Darcy said it in her head there were a few problems with it. 1. The word boyfriend just did not fit Loki in the least, but really that was the least of the issues with it. 2. She’d lost Loki. Sure, it wasn’t like she could exactly keep him from flitting off to do whatever he wanted, but things had been off with him recently. He wasn’t completely himself, if she were quite honest. There were just little things, things that maybe weren’t that big of a deal with your average person, but with him…they seemed terrifyingly strange. Loki didn’t forget things, and he didn’t really mess his spells up either. He was the kind of guy that put a lot of care into whatever he did, he’d proved this time and time again not only with the spells she’d seen him do, but how he dealt with things period. When he’d planned their dates he was meticulous and careful. The way he worded things was careful and elegant, really. So, seeing him anything but controlled and smooth was a little disturbing, actually.
Darcy was not the kind that worried frivolously. Really, she wasn’t! She was the laid back kind of person that acted ridiculously clueless and silly the majority of the time. Darcy wasn’t a completely clueless person like she acted, as a general rule of thumb, though. She really cared about Loki, and even though some of her flippant attitude was seen toward him at times, she really did love him. That was why the whole ordeal with an alternate him coming in had been so awful. Seeing the guy that she loved….being a bastard like that and doing so many awful things, it had just been extremely hard. She had been doing well in moving passed it, though. It had been really difficult at first, but she was doing better, she really was. Her nightmares weren’t anywhere near as frequent as they had been, which was a good sign that she wasn’t holding onto what had happened. Sure, the dreams hadn’t stopped all together, but she was handling them better. That fact was good for both her and Loki, actually. She knew that the time that he had seen himself in her nightmares had been hard for him, but he had stuck next to her.
If there was one thing that Darcy was glad about from the alternate Loki was the warning that Pestilence would be what killed her. She didn’t want to die, and she knew that Loki didn’t want to be that person that had replaced him for a while. Neither of them wanted him to be that. So, when Pestilence had shown up, Darcy hadn’t even minded that Loki had basically kidnapped her to get her out of Lawrence. In fact, she was glad to be safe, even if she were bored. It would have been easier if Needy or Thor had come too, but Needy was gone now…and Thor wasn’t the kind of guy that ran from a problem, really. Maybe he’d even help with what was going on? Darcy didn’t know. She knew that being out of Lawrence was for the best, though, she could admit that fact.
Really, at first having come to his special place in Iceland hadn’t been all that bad for Darcy. At first she had thought they got out of there safely and without catching anything! It was really sucky that she was wrong. The signs that something was wrong with Loki had been slow to show themselves. Or maybe Darcy just wasn’t that observant? But, she hadn’t known that something was wrong very quickly. Maybe that was due to the fact that Loki was purposefully hiding what was going on from her, or maybe it was just because she was a bad….spouse, person, thing.