Darcy/Loki
After a very hurried, “My brother will see no harm befalls you,” Thor had installed Darcy on the business side of the prison cell and taken off to go and do battle with all of it.
Leaving Darcy in the glass prison cell with Loki. You know, Loki. Dude what had tried to destroy the Earth twice. Why, exactly, did Thor think she’d be safe in with him?
He looked at her for a second before offering, “I’m here for my protection, not incarceration.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to snap about how believable that was, but that was the exact reason Darcy was standing on the gleaming white floor, so she didn’t really have any room to talk. She could ignore him, though, and went over to one of the walls, sliding doing to sit on the floor with her side again it, pointedly not looking at the man in the cell with her.
Time passed. Darcy really wished her phone was still working, but it had long since run out of batteries, and Asgard was apparently so far beyond them in terms of technology that it wasn’t compatible with any of their power sources to charge it.
“Fuck this,” she muttered to herself. “I am never coming here again.” ‘Come to Asgard,’ Jane had said. ‘It’s so pretty!’ Yeah, well now it was overrun with some other kind of alien species, and there was nothing pretty about the cell she was in.
“I do beg your pardon, but was that an invitation?” came from across the room in the most snooty tone imaginable.
She turned to look over her shoulder at Loki and educate him on the finer points of the English language, but she found he was smiling, tongue caught between his teeth. There was something about that unabashed grin, she couldn’t help but smile too.
“Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile at me?” His tone was slightly mocking.
“At you, definitely at you. As opposed to, you know, with you.” Still, maybe actually talking to him would make the wait a little more bearable.