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fossilised2016-02-12 05:26 pm
throneenvy) wrote in fossilised2016-02-12 05:26 pm
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For Darcy
No, Loki.
Those words still rang in his ears even hours after they had been said, as though a bell tolling for his execution. He saw Odin's face with every blink of his eyes, disappointed and dispassionate, as though he cared nothing for the suffering of his younger son. No-- No, not son. He had made that mistake too many times, he was no Odinson, and to believe otherwise was to perpetuate the lie told to him his entire life. He would not be so foolish as to pin hope on those words said before the sleep took the All-Father, where he said he still saw Loki as his son, where the lies had been designed to protect him.
His actions since proved those false. Lies worthy of being told by the Silver-tongue himself.
Despite all Loki had done. Despite upholding his decision regarding Thor, despite proving the elder son had no right to the throne in his arrogance and stupidity, despite saving the sleeping king's life from a mortal enemy and slaughtering his own birth father for his sake, despite acting as a true ruler to destroy a realm that had declared war... still he was seen as wanting. His actions deemed as unworthy, even criminal. And Thor returned to the fold as worthy heir.
He had thought to die when he fell to the Void. He had hoped for once brief, brilliant moment that Odin or Thor would catch him. But they did not. They watched him fall as though they had tossed him to the abyss himself. But he had not died, he had somehow fallen through the gaps in shadow and landed in another realm. He knew at once that it was Midgard. It stank of the mortals, the air had that distinct sharpness that was only found here.
This was where Thor had become worthy once more.
Perhaps that was a sign. Perhaps he could reforge himself once more here on Midgard, perhaps-- or perhaps those were false hopes brought out by a shattered mind. He no longer knew himself if he were insane, and he found he did not care. He only wished to be alone and hidden until he thought through what he should do, until he found a place for himself once more. It was a matter of instinct to cloak himself from Heimdall's gaze, though he had little energy left and exhaustion tugged at his bones even with that small use of his magic.
He did not even have the energy to find one of the cities the mortals had built, scarce enough to even find one of their roads and sit beside him. He used the last of his magic to change his clothing into garb less likely to draw attention, simple black trousers and a neat shirt, before he sat in the dust and dirt and waited for one of their vehicles to pass by.
Loki required transportation, food, and rest. Then perhaps he could begin to make sense of what had happened and plan his next moves.
Those words still rang in his ears even hours after they had been said, as though a bell tolling for his execution. He saw Odin's face with every blink of his eyes, disappointed and dispassionate, as though he cared nothing for the suffering of his younger son. No-- No, not son. He had made that mistake too many times, he was no Odinson, and to believe otherwise was to perpetuate the lie told to him his entire life. He would not be so foolish as to pin hope on those words said before the sleep took the All-Father, where he said he still saw Loki as his son, where the lies had been designed to protect him.
His actions since proved those false. Lies worthy of being told by the Silver-tongue himself.
Despite all Loki had done. Despite upholding his decision regarding Thor, despite proving the elder son had no right to the throne in his arrogance and stupidity, despite saving the sleeping king's life from a mortal enemy and slaughtering his own birth father for his sake, despite acting as a true ruler to destroy a realm that had declared war... still he was seen as wanting. His actions deemed as unworthy, even criminal. And Thor returned to the fold as worthy heir.
He had thought to die when he fell to the Void. He had hoped for once brief, brilliant moment that Odin or Thor would catch him. But they did not. They watched him fall as though they had tossed him to the abyss himself. But he had not died, he had somehow fallen through the gaps in shadow and landed in another realm. He knew at once that it was Midgard. It stank of the mortals, the air had that distinct sharpness that was only found here.
This was where Thor had become worthy once more.
Perhaps that was a sign. Perhaps he could reforge himself once more here on Midgard, perhaps-- or perhaps those were false hopes brought out by a shattered mind. He no longer knew himself if he were insane, and he found he did not care. He only wished to be alone and hidden until he thought through what he should do, until he found a place for himself once more. It was a matter of instinct to cloak himself from Heimdall's gaze, though he had little energy left and exhaustion tugged at his bones even with that small use of his magic.
He did not even have the energy to find one of the cities the mortals had built, scarce enough to even find one of their roads and sit beside him. He used the last of his magic to change his clothing into garb less likely to draw attention, simple black trousers and a neat shirt, before he sat in the dust and dirt and waited for one of their vehicles to pass by.
Loki required transportation, food, and rest. Then perhaps he could begin to make sense of what had happened and plan his next moves.
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Their little section of the desert was secluded, the nearby town small and quaint. Thor’s arrival and the subsequent temper tantrum of his kid brother was the most excitement Puente Antiguo had seen in its entire history. SHIELD was on hand to invent elaborate excuses and assist with funding repairs, but Darcy wasn’t quite sure how anyone could cover up a giant murderous robot rampaging around. Whoever managed to pull that off deserved a hefty bonus.
Despite that uninvited bit of fun, Darcy chafed against her internship and the quiet life it had forced her into. She was a social creature at heart, used to spending time with friends, attending parties, filling her life with as much noise as possible so she didn’t have to be left in the company of her own thoughts for too long. With little to occupy herself, Darcy had been forced to spend far too much time staring her own insecurities in the face, feeling inadequate every single time she stepped into Jane’s makeshift lab. No matter how quickly she picked up on things, or how useful she made herself, whenever Jane and Erik got into a conversation, Darcy felt as if she was about three inches tall and possessing the IQ of a pineapple.
She reminded herself repeatedly that it was worth it, finishing up the last of her credits with such an easy gig, but then Thor happened, and the entire world upended itself. Her world became more complicated, and as she stared at the smoking ruin of a cute antique store, she wondered if six credits justified this level of trauma. She’d need therapy for years.
“I want my iPod back,” she groused, slouching in her seat, then proceeded to segue into her fourth rant about SHIELD until she noticed Jane slowing the car. She glanced out the window, spotting a downtrodden young man lurking like some creep from a horror movie. “Uh. What are you doing?”
And thus Jane’s fondness for strays, which should have been exhausted in the past few days on Thor, kicked in to complicate their lives again. “I think that man needs help.”
“He’s probably on an entire cocktail of drugs.”
The car came to a stop and Jane released her seat belt. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Darcy knew what she was thinking. Thor had been a stranger, a presumed homeless man found in the middle of the desert drunk out of his mind, and he’d wound up being a god who just so happened to grow attached to Jane. This guy, however, looked decidedly normal, if exhausted.
Exhaling sharply, Darcy got out of the car right behind her, determined not to let her potentially walk into danger alone.
“Hey,” Jane said, addressing the man. “Are you all right? Do you need help?”
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Surely Midgard had not always been so?
He recalled days in his youth when he had come here with Thor. They had played amongst the mud huts the mortals built for themselves, they had exchanged false blows and illusions while the humans had hidden and trembled at the Gods among them. So many centuries ago now. How can one realm have changed so much in so short a time?
Pulled from his reverie by the sound of one of their vehicles drawing up by his side, Loki raised his head and focused brilliant green eyes on the two women stood over him. One concerned and the other wary.
No.
No, surely not.
His attention had been on Thor throughout the fight, focused with an intense passion on destroying every last shred of his once-brother. He had been aware of the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, of course, branded by the knowledge they had disobeyed their King to go to Thor's aid. Most of the rest of those present had been beneath his notice, mere ants scurrying away from their doom. But he recalled this concerned face as the one who had cried over Thor's broken body. This was his brother's mortal. Which brought a flicker of recognition for the other as well, a companion along with the older gentlemen.
What cruel jest was this? That of all the places he could have landed upon in Midgard, he would be placed into the path of these particular mortals. Was this a sign that they also could lead him to his redemption? His revenge? His salvation? He did not even know which he sought any longer, his thoughts were as fractured glass that reflected all it saw in distorted and ever-changing images.
He realised too late that he was laughing. A darkly amused laughter that edged on the line of madness.
"My apologies." He quelled his inappropriate mirth with some difficulty and rose to his feet. "It is only that I did not expect such concern, but I am grateful for it. I require transportation to a place where I may find food and lodging."
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She only became more suspicious the moment she spoke.
That accent was out of place. His voice was lovely, if tinged with exhaustion, his accent precise and sophisticated. Something she'd expect from a long-time scholar and professor at a prestigious university, not a bedraggled man hanging out on the side of the road.
"You're awfully far from home," she said, unable to stop the rude comment before it popped out.
Jane shook herself free and approached him, which made Darcy straighten up, one hand slipping into her coat pocket to ensure she had her taser with her, nicely recharged and just waiting to make someone dance. Or send them into cardiac arrest. He fairly towered over Jane, tall and thin, dark shadows smudged beneath his eyes giving him an almost feral look.
Before Jane could speak again, Darcy asked the practical question. "Do you even have any money?"
Jane shot her an exasperated look before addressing the man. "We can bring you into town, but it just suffered a..." She hesitated, just as unfamiliar with supernatural goings-on as everyone else, but recovered quickly. "...series of recent renovations, and I don't think there's a hotel. Santa Fe isn't too far away, I suppose..."
"Road trip? Really, Jane? Just call the cops and let them handle it. We have other things to do." Like get her damn iPod back.
"Where are you from?" Jane doggedly focused on the young man, seeking answers.
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"Do not fear, I have money with which to gift you for your kindnesses."
He does not. Nor does he know what exactly money is, only that he gathered in his spying and past research that it pertains to payment for goods or services. It matters not that he does not possess any of their money, however, for he can easily acquire some.
Though it may be the greatest folly to remain within this particular company, it seems to him this may be his best chance at discovering what he should do next. It can be no mistake he landed here, and he shall not permit his future to escape his grasp untested.
"Where am I from?" He repeated the question in a soft voice and his smile dimmed.
He searched his mind for all the details he knew of Midgard and these women, which was scant little, and chose from those details the best lie that could drip from his silver tongue. He recalled the ones who had responded so quickly to Mjolnir, the ones who had held Thor, and the start of a deception came to mind.
"I have no place to call my own any longer. Until most recently I had a home with an agency that calls themselves SHIELD. However, they and I had a disagreement regarding their treatment of my research, and now here I am."
He hoped he had not miscalculated, but he believed this story would capture both their interest and sympathy.
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Both girls stiffened at the mention of SHIELD, that organization they'd only just discovered and so far, did not have any fondness for. They had been prompt with returning Jane's equipment and notes, though they had yet to do a thorough enough inspection to ensure nothing was missing, but the fact that they had the power to waltz in and take everything in the first place was alarming.
"They just dumped you on the side of the road?" Jane asked uncertainly, thinking that even the United States government would at least offer a severance package instead of treating its own like discarded chattel.
Then again, what did they know? At the very least, they understood being wronged by SHIELD, though that still did not set Darcy at ease. It seemed a little too convenient that so shortly after Thor's little adventure, a SHIELD cast-off found himself in their lives.
What if he was a spy? What if SHIELD believed they were hiding something from them and believed this was the most expedient way to find out?
Darcy piped up once more. "What did you do with SHIELD?"
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His smile was rueful, and his expression seemed open and without guile. He shifted so even the minor inflection of his body language matched his words.
"I was called in as an assistant on this recent project to be a consultant in the energy fields that surrounded the alien artefact." If his words and lips twisted a little on those last two words, it could be seen as a man who had been betrayed by his government and not his distaste for speaking of Mjolnir. He had been king when he came to Midgard, he had been the temporary All-Father, who could have been more worthy? And yet that hammer had refused to yield to his hand.
He brushed down his clothes as if self conscious, an act that took effort for his natural state was self-possession and control. "You have had experience with them yourselves?"
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Darcy poked at Jane's shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" Without waiting for a response, she dragged the scientist away and began speaking to her feverishly, pitching her voice low in case the stranger decided to eavesdrop. "Dude, doesn't this seem suspicious as hell to you? If he did work with SHIELD, then I'll bet they sent him here to spy on us."
"How could they have known we'd be driving down this road, Darcy?"
"They're the government."
Jane rolled her eyes. "When did you suddenly become a conspiracy theorist?"
"I just don't believe in coincidences. Not like this." Darcy was stubborn, doubly so because she saw the look in Jane's eyes when the hammer was mentioned. She could practically read Jane's thought process: if this man knew of the hammer, of the energy fields, of everything SHIELD had learned, then he might assist her with creating her own Einstein-Rosen Bridge. That sort of assistance was incalculably priceless.
It just meant trusting some guy they happened to spot on the side of the road.
"Think about it," Jane said excitedly, "he had access to all of SHIELD's information. He won't think I'm crazy, or dismiss any of my research, and if he can help..."
"Yes, yes, you can lock lips with tall, blonde, and muscly." Despite her reservations, Darcy's curiosity was strong enough that it was beginning to overwhelm her protestations. "So, what, we bring him back to the lab and..."
"Well, he can stay in the spare room like Thor," Jane said.
"This had better not become a habit." Especially since Jane could retreat to her little trailer, whereas Darcy and Erik were stuck with any guests.
Their discussion continued for a few additional minutes, with Darcy's arguments getting struck down with scientific precision. Finally, Jane approached him again, a triumphant look on her face.
"How would you like to help me? I can't offer you a salary, I barely have any funding as it is," though now that SHIELD was aware of her research, that was a possible angle to exploit, "but I'm studying something very similar to what you were."
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He felt as though he had been sprinting at full speed since the moment his feet had touched down on Jotunheim, and each reaction and plan he had made had only led him further into ruin. He had only intended initially to make Odin see that Thor was not ready for rule, and to give his golden brother just a brief taste of the disappointments that Loki must stomach daily. He had never meant for it to go so far, they should never have even made it to that frozen wasteland of a realm.
And then his other actions... had they not been that of a King? He had upheld the banishment, the last decree of Odin before he fell into the Odinsleep. He had attempted to pre-emptively strike at an ancient enemy who had declared war upon Asgard once more, a stroke of brilliance in his tactics that would have had that war won without a single drop of Aesir blood spilled. Yet still he had been found wanting. Still he had--
No, Loki.
He felt a sick numbness settle over him all over again, the same hopelessness that had led to him voluntarily falling to the void. Whatever providence had seen to save his life and bring him to Midgard was a cruel one, for he had no path to walk. No way ahead that was clear. No home to return to. Why did he think to deceive these mortals and travel with them? Just because they were a link to Thor? What did he plan to do while in their company? If he did assist in repairing the Bifrost, what then? His mind, usually ever so ready to supply answers, had none.
And then they were back in front of him once more and Thor's mortal was speaking to him. It took him precious seconds to pull from his reverie and parse the offer she made, and to summon the appropriately grateful smile to his lips.
"I should be honoured to assist in your research, and I offer you both my sincere gratitude for your help."
This path may be a dead end. These women may be a mere tenuous link to Asgard, with their presence in his life no more than a coincidence. But he had no answers, and this was the only path ahead he saw for now. He could continue attempting to retrieve his answers along the way. But for now, he must pursue this.
"I am--" He swallowed suddenly, and felt his words stick in his throat. Who was he? He was Loki Odinson no more, had never been that in truth. He would never stomach himself to be Loki Laufeyson. He was Loki Nobodyson. He could not claim Asgard, could not be anything other than mortal to these women. It twisted his heart to lie here, for all the other lies he told with no shame, for it felt as though a renunciation of who he had always been. "--Leita, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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She considered leaving town for a few days, taking a little trip to visit friends, but leaving Jane alone with this stranger was not an option, nor was leaving him alone in their home.
"We're going to wind up murdered and stuffed in a dumpster one day," Darcy muttered as she headed back to the car, only belatedly registering the guy's equally bizarre name. It suited him somehow, even if it sounded feminine to her. The British were weird folk.
She was fiddling with the radio by the time the others joined her, Jane chatting animatedly about her work, giving Leita a crash course in everything that had happened. Well, almost everything; she skirted around meeting an alien from outer space who happened to be built like a truck. Just because Leita was aware of the 'artifact' didn't mean he knew anything beyond that.
Unable to find anything decent on the radio, she shut it off and instead butted into the conversation. "What exactly did you do with the hammer again?:
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But he did not, and so he felt safe with the pseudonym he has chosen. It seemed fitting to him, for Leita meant to seek, and that was exactly what he did now. He sought his place, he sought answers, and he sought a return to his rightful station in life.
The radio was white noise to him, the music strangely composed and played upon unfamiliar sounding instruments. He chose instead to listen to Jane Foster's explanations of her research with a sharp interest in his eyes. It was not hard to grasp her figures, they were different in some ways to the principles of how the Bifrost was actually constructed, but he recognised the base similarities.
"Very little." He turned his attention back to the smaller one - Darcy, he believed it was, from observing the muttered back and forth between the two women. His smile twisted into wryness. "The hammer would not yield to my hand, nor any instrument I chose to use upon it, and I did not have chance to conduct further experimentation before we were forcibly parted."
He still felt the sting of that. Mjolnir should have ceded to him. He was rightful King at the time, with Gungnir in his possession, placed there by the guard and witnessed by the All-Mother. Why should he not have held the hammer, and the power that went with it?
"What do you know of it?"
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After all, how the hell would she know the hammer's name unless someone told her? And that someone happened to be Thor? Had she just let the cat out of the bag?
Instead of shutting up, she added, "And it can fly."
Jane sighed, undoubtedly anticipating Leita's upcoming line of questioning before it could assault her.
"Whole lotta classified information in here."
God, why couldn't someone just gag her?
Darcy felt grumpy and out of sorts. Buying a brand new iPod and filling it with music promised to be a massive pain in the ass, especially since they still had to put together some of Jane's dismantled equipment and put everything where it belonged. At least now they'd have some help.
Jane headed off his questions with a simple explanation: "It is an extraterrestrial object." That was putting it mildly. She paused at a four-way stop, then turned left, driving past empty desert and a few demolished buildings before pulling into the parking lot and killing the engine. Then she sat back, eyes on Leita in the rear view mirror.
Darcy just sulked.
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That Jane Foster took the lead was already evident. She had fondness for Darcy, but did not respect her opinion or thoughts, and was easily irritated by her thoughtless commentary. She was a creature of intelligence and tact, whereas the smaller woman seemed to be driven by emotion and impulse. A little like order and chaos, working well together and yet causing friction too. It was interesting, and a suitable distraction from his own current issues.
"I understand the need for privacy and for information to remain confidential." He waved a hand with a deliberately disarming smile, aimed mostly at Darcy for she seemed to still harbour the most suspicion towards him. "You may lay your fears to rest, I shall not intrude upon your secrets."
That, naturally, was a lie.
He did not need them to tell him in order to discover any secrets, though, he could obtain what he wished through his own guile and particular tricks. He wished their good will currently, for he truly had no place to go other than here yet.
"I apologise, but I find myself weary from the day's trials, if I may request the night to rest and I shall begin to assist on the morrow."
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His speech pattern would take getting used to. He sounded like an Oxford professor, which made Darcy feel as if she hadn't even graduated middle school. Then again, she was terribly grumpy about this whole thing.
She saw an opportunity to bolt, and took it.
"I'll prepare the guest room," she offered, grabbing her stuff and hauling ass into the flat. It was spacious and bright, with plenty of natural lighting, and it helped that Jane spent most nights in her trailer and Erik often left to do science things. Darcy honestly loved having the place to herself most of the time, and inwardly loathed having a brand new roommate.
Hopefully this wouldn't result in SHIELD beating down their door again and absconding with everything.
Darcy hummed to herself as she put fresh linens on the bed, turned on the air conditioning, and quickly scanned the bathroom and rest of the flat to ensure there wasn't anything potentially embarrassing laying around. Though it would serve him right if he headed to the bathroom in the middle of the night, half-asleep, and came face-to-face with a collection of bras drying on the shower rod.
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He once fought beside Thor for a solid week with no sleep and little time to eat or even catch his breath, he expended all his magic and danced with the enemy until his legs near collapsed from underneath him, but he had never felt exhaustion such as he does now. This goes beyond his body, far deeper. It is in his bones, in his very soul. He has not slept now since before he sent the Destroyer to Midgard, to this little town, and the toll is great.
Loki is barely aware of Jane Foster as she follows him up the stairs and then bids him a good night outside the airy chambers they have set aside for him. She tells him not to allow Darcy to talk his ear off, she looks at him with sympathetic eyes, and she retreats to the main living space. He had not known what to expect of these two mortal women, though it had been little for humans were petty creatures beneath his notice, but it had not been kindness. They have taken him to their home, they have prepared these chambers with fresh sheets and soft pillows, and they have offered him their hospitality.
He does not recall the murmured thanks that leave his lips for the efforts of Darcy Lewis in her preparations for his comfort, and he does not remember crossing the room when the door closed to leave him in solitude. All he recalls is the sight out of the window. Broken vehicles and rubble, blocked from being accessed by bright yellow strips that stretch between buildings. The evidence of the Destroyer writ plain in front of him.
What he truly does not expect is the sudden wave of guilt.
Despite the exhaustion, he does not find it within himself to tear his eyes from the visible scarring his actions have left on this town. And he does not sleep. Not that evening when he hears the door open and close and the low murmur of conversation, of the two women and an additional male voice. Not when the arguing finally ceases and all goes quiet. Not when the sky turns from velvet blue into the brilliant reds and golds of dawn.
Loki still cannot sort his feelings for his family in his mind. Even just touching on the tangle of his true heritage, all that had happened, and the lies that had been told to him for his whole life make him recoil at once. He hears the echo of Odin's voice in his mind and hears the roar of the void, and he does not know whether he still feels a desperate need to be accepted, to prove himself an Odinson, or whether he feels a bitter anger that will need release lest it eat him from within like the blackest of poisons.
The only decision he has made when daylight finally breaks over his little room is that he wishes to make reparation to the mortals. They have shown him kindness when his heart was sorely in need of it, and all he has gifted them in return is destruction. It may be a small thing, but he will assist in the construction of a new Bifrost from this end to wipe out that debt. That requires his disguise to be more than a whim and one of his more poorly constructed lies, it requires him to be perfect and to know more of Midgard than he currently does.
That is what brings him out of his chambers in the early morning and into the communal living space. There is a rectangular device on the seat with which he begins his exploration. It has 'Property of Darcy Lewis. Hands off. Mine." written on the top in little strips of white tape, but he paid that no heed for he did not intend to do it any damage. Brief investigation showed him that it opened like a book, and one half held keys that corresponded to their alphabet.
A few buttons pressed later, and Loki had managed to turn the laptop on. Fifteen minutes later and he had figured out how to work the most basic of functions. Two hours later and he was engrossed in an internet article regarding application of science in modern astrophysics. So engrossed that he would not notice the owner of said laptop if she happened to come upon him.
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In spite of her own reservations, Darcy found herself coming to Jane’s defense, the immediacy of any potential threats gradually giving way to an increasing sense of excitement. Just like Thor plummeting from the skies, this was abnormal, unusual, a break in their normally dull routine that carried the promise of scientific breakthroughs.
Assuming the stranger spoke truth.
In a way, Darcy was impressed. This was the Jane who believed Thor’s outrageous stories and drove him out into the middle of the desert to fetch his hammer. This was the Jane who believed vehemently that her theories were valid and would pursue them no matter what barriers she had to climb.
Darcy went to bed weary, her circling thoughts keeping her awake late into the night. What little sleep she grabbed was fitful, plagued by dreams she could not recall upon waking. Finally, she dragged herself out of bed to make coffee, figuring she might feel a bit closer to human once she had some caffeine in her system. She shuffled into the kitchen with mussed hair and bare feet, forgetting momentarily that anyone aside from Jane and Erik were in the flat. Her thin t-shirt was worn, a faded blue-gray that had been stunning in its heyday, and her pajama pants had frolicking monkeys on them.
As the coffee percolated, she studied the newcomer as he hunched over her laptop. How had he guessed her password? If he had skill with computers, they would at least have something in common. She only felt mild annoyance over her eloquent warning being ignored, which had much to do with the scent of coffee filling the air. She poured herself a mug full of coffee, doctored it, and carried it into the living room, eyes still bleary.
“That’s mine,” she said good-naturedly as she collapsed into the recliner, yawning. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, which was why Darcy did not protest quite as vociferously as she otherwise might have, combined with a lingering weariness and a general sense of satisfaction at having her coffee. Belatedly, she realized she was being rude. “Want coffee?”
She wasn’t his maid, but whatever.
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He could have stayed for days with this knowledge at his fingertips, weeks even. Loki was a scholar at heart, he always had been, and had spent many happy months of his life within the palace libraries on a relentless pursuit of information. He preferred books, they had a weight and history to them which filled the senses as much as the words within. But this internet was a wondrous creation, and it thrilled him to be able to follow a line of inquiry with the mere flick of his fingertips.
A voice pulled him from his studies, reminded him that he existed within the home of another currently and must be more conscientious if he wished for this to continue. And, he had decided the night prior, he did. For he required this small company in order to assist in his reparation to Midgard.
"I should, thank you." He looked up at Darcy, his eyes a brilliant green with the fire of enthusiasm that made him almost the man he had been before all of this, especially when coupled with the smile on his face.
He gestured down at the laptop, the name of which he still did not know despite all the other information he had managed to glean so far. "I must purchase one of these for my own, there are many items I must obtain now that I have nothing." Clothing, an identity. All things easily possible with the use of his magic.
He had never tried 'coffee' before, it was not a beverage they had in Asgard, and the aroma was both heady and bitter. However, his throat was parched and he would gladly drink even warm mead if that were all that should be offered to slake his thirst. He should eat also, and actually get rest, but somehow he found it hard to think beyond one need at a time currently.
"I heard argument during the night. I hope that my presence has not caused friction within your company, for I assure you that I mean you no harm."
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His story didn't add up, something Erik had pointed out as well, but Jane was blinded by this opportunity to boost her research and reach Thor that much more quickly. Darcy had learned over the past year to just go along and pick up the debris as best she could.
This was a bit extreme, even for her, but for Jane's sake she rolled with it. She still gave him a bizarre look as she rose and headed into the kitchen to pour him a mug of coffee, carrying it over with some cream just in case he preferred it that way. She never judged how someone took their coffee.
Unless they were snobby about it. Then she made faces behind their back.
After she settled back into her chair, she mulled over his choice of wording. Another oddly shaped piece of the puzzle, one she couldn't figure out, so it was tossed in with all the others for later examination. It was too early in the morning for her to figure out even the simplest mystery, though she believed she'd make a pretty decent Sherlock Holmes. Especially if she owned that hat and a badass trench coat.
"No worries," she reassured him, clearly still waking up. She sipped her coffee, sighing softly. "Jane should be up soon. If she's even still here. Sometimes she heads out to the lab and doesn't come back. Bad habit of hers."
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He wrapped his fingers tight around the ceramic and relished in the warmth that seeped through to his skin. It bordered on the uncomfortable, hot enough to threaten to burn, but he did not release his grip at all. He feared the cold now, feared what it revealed about him, and so the heat was a welcome pain.
"You have both already shown me such kindness." So unexpected, so desperately needed in his time of flux, for that he already owed them a great debt. "I shall do all that I can to repay that through my work in your laboratory, perhaps you would be so kind as to show it to me when you have finished breaking your fast?"
Loki finally took a sip of the coffee and his eyes widened in surprise. He had never tasted anything quite like this brew before, bitter and stimulating. It was pleasant in ways he had never experienced and he could see why it was a popular beverage here upon Midgard. He may have liked it less if he knew Thor had also taken a liking to it.
"This coffee is most excellent, Darcy Lewis."
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There were other ways she would prefer to spend her Saturday, but it seemed that with Erik's departure and Jane's possible disappearing act, it was up to her to play hostess. Hopefully Jane was already pouring over recent data in an attempt to piece together how Thor had come to Earth, and their newfound partner in science could just jump right in.
"Sure. I just need a shower." She shrugged her shoulders, a bit uncomfortable with the overly formal mode of address, not the least of which because it was so reminiscent of their Asgardian visitors. Suspicion again itched across her shoulders.
There had been no meteorological anomaly to herald the stranger's appearance, so he couldn't be from Asgard. If nothing else, it should have been Thor who appeared on Earth, not some bedraggled young man supposedly cast off by SHIELD in the middle of the desert with nothing more than the clothes on his back.
Yeah. She could see why Erik was pissed.
Excusing herself, she finished her coffee and left the mug in the sink as she went to shower and prepare for the day. She would grab breakfast after introducing him to the cobbled together wonders of Jane's lab, maybe even bring something back for everyone else if she was feeling magnanimous. Pulling damp hair back with a tie, she casually knocked on Jane's door, then poked her head inside after offering loud and ample warning.
Nothing. Unsurprising, given the recent developments.
Sighing, she began herding the stranger into her car.
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He had not had that time.
He had thought to die when he let go of Gungnir. It had been a helplessness and a defeat that had seemed so overwhelming, still did if he let himself think on it too hard. Had it been any wonder that he wished to fall into the Void and never surface? How could he have known he would slip through the spaces between Yggdrasil's roots and end up here? And so his disguise remained imperfect, and his knowledge of Midgard too fledgling to be without mistakes.
The time Darcy spent in her ablutions was given over to finishing the report on her mechanical device and then sending it back into its sleeping mode. He had no other clothes and a spell to change them would rouse suspicion, so he contented himself with allowing magic to soothe out the creases and ease the tangles from his hair to make himself presentable.
The silence within the car was a little stilted. He had not naturally made conversation since before he found his secrets, and even then not with those outside his own circle.
"Tell me, Miss Lewis, are you a physicist as well? What is the nature of your particular field of research?"
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This stranger made her feel awkward. Too aware of herself, even while she fretfully studied him, hoping he would slip up and offer some clue as to his purpose here. Given time, her suspicion would be put to rest, but she remained hyper aware of him. It was exhausting, quite frankly.
Restless, she turned on the radio, fiddled with it until she reached her favorite alt rock station. Breaking Benjamin crooned through her car's admittedly sub-par speakers.
His question was greeted by laughter. "Me? I'm not a scientist. I'm going to school for political science. That's all...well, politics. No hard science involved." She braked to allow a roadrunner to dart across before punching the gas again. "I'm just an intern. Last six credits I need before I graduate. I figured this would be easier than lectures."
More laughter, this time a little bit more bitter. Yeah, this was totally a walk in the park. Who didn't spend the end of their college career dodging giant mechanical monstrosities and gawking at gods?
"Honestly, I don't understand half of what comes out of Jane's mouth, but she's brilliant." She pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine, stretching briefly.
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But it seemed that the culture here had only evolved and bastardised itself to such an extent that there were new concepts and ideas that had no parallel in his experience. Political science, that sounded nonsense. As to what an intern was exactly, or why she should be credited six times for such an achievement, he had no idea. He could not, however, reveal his ignorance, and so he settled for a sagely nod as if that had all made perfect sense.
He had parsed one thing. She would be of no real help in restoring the Bifrost.
It mattered not, she had still extended kindness to him and still been present during the destruction, he owed her reparation as much as he owed Jane Foster. He smiled at her, his most charming lop-sided smile, one that he used to use in order to wind the palace servants around his fingers before they had become suspicious and distrusting of him in general.
"I am certain you understand more than you think and hold value within this enterprise, or I should not imagine your presence would be tolerated within the laboratory."
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No, no, he very well might be a SHIELD spy, though why they would go through this much effort just to keep tabs on them was beyond her. They could do the exact same thing legitimately without jumping through hoops of subterfuge. Was the theory she’d concocted too elaborate for a shady governmental organization?
She wasn’t living in a Tom Clancy novel. Especially considering she hadn’t read anything of his since she was young and stupid enough to waste her time on his writing. Still, after assisting a Norse god who had fallen from the sky, few things seemed too impossible.
Hopefully, she would get over that soon.
“Uh, thanks,” she said awkwardly, uncertain how else to respond. A sarcastic quip might have done her well, but she didn’t want Leita to think she didn’t actually appreciate his positive words. She heard such things – spoken or unspoken – infrequently enough. “Maybe the little things, but when it comes to the actual science? Jane’s your girl.”
She was saved from further disastrous conversation by pulling into a parking spot and cutting the engine. The building used to be a car showroom, but Jane had acquired it for a ridiculously low price and repurposed it beautifully. They had yet to make proper use of the various little rooms in the building except as storage closets for junk, a tiny office Jane rarely used, and a kitchen area Darcy tried to maintain and add to as she could. It worked well enough for them, and thus far, neither Erik nor Jane had discovered the large closet Darcy had repurposed as an impromptu nap area complete with pillows and blankets for those late nights she was forced to spend sometimes with Jane, staring at equipment readings and waiting for something to happen.
Part of her which Jane would both discover and make use of it.
“This is it,” she said as she nudged open the door with her hip and waved a hand dramatically. Jane was already there, hair pulled back in a ponytail as she frantically sorted through a pile of massively-sized paperwork. “Our home away from home. Hey, Jane, what’s up?”
Jane glanced up, obviously distracted. There was a look of frustration on her face. “SHIELD returned everything,” she said, gesturing with her chin, “but it’s an absolute mess. I’m trying to find all the data from…”
She broke off, glancing at Leita, and then continued.
“…the disturbance the other day.” She brightened, but only briefly. “I did find something I’d been looking for for, like, three months. Remember, Darcy?” She rattled off a bunch of nonsense, then eventually the words died down as she continued sifting through the paperwork, tossing some of it onto the floor.
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He slipped out of the car with unconsciously graceful movements. Where Thor had always been intimidating and mighty in every motion, whether that be the boisterous embrace of a friend or the melee of battle. Loki was not. He had always been more graceful and dexterous, with a fighting style that lent itself more to sharp precise movements and elegance, something that also bled into his other activities.
What was inside was not what he expected.
Any equipment and paperwork were scattered in disorganised piles - though that was explained by Jane's opening comments - and there seemed a worrying lack of books. How did they do any research worth anything without a library of books to refer to? True, that device he had played with through the night had held a surprising stock of information, but it was still no good book.
"Disturbance?" His smile was easy and welcoming as he came to stand between the two women and look from one to the other. "I understand you may have reservations about trusting me, but I cannot assist with research I am not privy to."
Bright green eyes scanned the laboratory again, almost as if subconsciously searching out any clue that Thor had been here. Thinking of his brother made an uncomfortable swell of contradictory emotions spread through his chest, love and hate, envy and guilt.
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The two girls exchanged another look, then Jane began speaking. “This is going to sound insane…”
“He worked for SHIELD. I’m sure nothing registers on his radar as insane anymore,” Darcy interjected.
Jane kept talking. “…but the artifact that you were studying is actually the mythical hammer of a Norse deity who, uh…fell to Earth.”
Darcy twirled a finger around next to her head in the universal signal for lunatic.
“He’s from a realm called Asgard, and our realms are connected using some sort of Einstein-Rosen Bridge.” Jane’s voice picked up in both strength and excitement. “They apparently use this technology to travel between all these different realms. He couldn’t explain it properly – I don’t think he understands how it works – but he gave me enough information to go off of.”
“Jane here has been trying to build her own Rosey Bridge for a while now.” Darcy smoothly nudged Jane aside and began sorting through documentation, carefully organizing them into different piles. Jane watched for a few moments, pointing at things now and then to redirect, before remembering that she’d been talking.
Darcy zoned out, having heard Jane discuss her theories so often that she could recite some of it by heart, even if the words had little meaning to her. She was glad that Jane had her work to focus on, and a more distinct goal, since given the intensity of that kiss she’d shared with Thor, Darcy suspected there was just a touch of heartbreak fueling her.
She glanced over at Leita to see if he was following any of this.
“…and that’s…pretty much that,” Jane concluded lamely, absently snatching a small scrap of paper from one of the piles and squinting at it. “Insane, isn’t it?”
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