Darcy stood there in utter confusion. Now that she was finally able to put a face to a name, she attempted to match up the mild-mannered young man who'd spent the past several weeks in her company with the crazy little brother whose attempt to kill Thor had leveled part of Puente Antiguo. He seemed to bear none of the baggage she assumed would come with that brand of crazy.

In fact, she could see, in retrospect, several aspects of him that Thor had mentioned being fond of.

Several gaping holes closed. If he truly was Loki, that explained how he knew so much about interstellar travel and Thor's hammer. But how had he gotten there? Thor had fallen from the sky, banished by his father, but that event had been preceded by anomalous readings and a storm.

Loki had simply appeared by the side of the road.

Her mouth opened and closed, then her eyes widened. "Oh," she said softly, one hand rising. "You...you're trapped here, aren't you? That's why you want to help Jane open up her bridge thing. You want to go home."

Way to misunderstand, Darcy.