Who: Darcy Lewis and Loki Laufeyson What: Likely a lot of vehement disagreement and flirting Where: The diner When: Backdated to...whenever their conversation was. Rating: TBD (No, seriously) Status: In progress
If anyone asked why he'd agreed to meet with Jane Foster's pet, Loki would simply have blamed it on boredom and sheer curiosity. Out of all the humans this vexing realm had to offer, Darcy was the only one who wasn't entirely predictable. He didn't much care for people telling him that they'd once been his friend, for men like him didn't have friends, and as far as Thor and Sif's alleged daughter went, Loki was healthily wary. There were millions of men and women who claimed to be heir to the mighty Thor back in Asgard, so that wasn't something he aimed to believe in.
There was also the annoying matter of another version of himself. Along with three Bartons, Jane, and Dr. Banner all warning him not to do something when they knew full well he would in due time, well...the point was to make them wait. Why not pass the time flirting with Darcy Lewis? She was Midgardian, but as unfortunate as that was, she wasn't at all unpleasant to look at. And Loki was definitely not above looking - he spotted her at the diner long before she spotted him, and to say she hadn't been lying about her womanly attributes was an understatement. On Asgard, she likely would have been married off young to bear as many children as possible.
As for spotting her, that was easy. He'd never intended to go anyplace out in the open under the guise of anything even resembling himself. At that moment, he'd cast the illusion of one of the fishermen from the docks, but borrowing a face from one of Asgard's soldiers. Someone he vaguely remembered, but only just. The man had died months prior in the attack from dark elves, which made using his appearance all the more convenient.
He didn't fear anyone's threats. Those who had threatened to kill him had been more than invited to apprehend him. When no one had come to support their boast, Loki felt he more than knew what kind of people had invaded this Storybrooke. And he needed to make certain that Darcy Lewis wasn't foolishly up to something.
Carefully extending his illusion to expand around her, he let the illusion around his appearance fade, leather and armor replacing the Midgardian attire and his own face in place of the man who'd died. As far as he was concerned, he was protecting her reputation as much as his own and no one would see them unless he wanted them to. Leaning back in the booth, he smirked at her, still watching her for any signs of foul play. "Is this where you would taze me?" he asked.
He still didn't know what that meant and wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. The fact that she would threaten him at all was rather admirable.