Darcy drew herself up, unconsciously trying to appear larger, more of a threat, as she was beginning to sense the same emanating off of Loki. He was attempting to coerce her into cooperating, and if she should prove troublesome…
Wary, she took a half-step back, far too aware of his looming size. Even if it was not his intention to intimidate her into compliance, his height, his relative bulk, the tenseness to his shoulders, held enough of a promise of violence that she almost gave in just to ensure her own safety. Long enough for her to provide false reassurance and get the hell out of dodge before he decided that he did, indeed, want to harm her after all.
Except she was Darcy, and would always be Darcy.
“Seriously?” she practically exploded, gesticulating wildly. “Dude. You just said everyone in Asgard thinks you are dead, and you think there’s nothing important to tell? Why the hell do you think they’d be throwing parties and high fiving each other? I mean yeah, sure, you tried to kill Thor and did a lot of property damage here, but he’s your brother. And he thinks you’re dead?”
For all she knew, that was how temper tantrums were thrown on Asgard. Larger and more dramatic than anything that could possibly occur on Earth. Whereas someone with hurt feelings might run off and spitefully get drunk or have a ton of sex, on Asgard, they’d just invade other realms with robots and blast everything with lasers. Who was she to judge?
Besides, her curiosity was stronger than her sense of self-preservation.
She lifted her chin, even as she warred internally with the voice that begged her to bolt. “You keep busting out with these bombs and then try to sweep them under the rug and insist there’s nothing to see. Bullshit, Loki.” The name still felt foreign on her tongue; she’d very nearly called him Leita. “Stop being so squirrely. What do you have to lose by telling me what is going on? What can I possibly do to you?”
A sigh, soft and barely audible. “I want to help you,” she concluded lamely, a poor way to wrap up her irritation, anger, and fear into a bundle to offer him. “Whatever happened on Asgard, here, you’ve been a friend. Let’s work from there, yeah?”
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Wary, she took a half-step back, far too aware of his looming size. Even if it was not his intention to intimidate her into compliance, his height, his relative bulk, the tenseness to his shoulders, held enough of a promise of violence that she almost gave in just to ensure her own safety. Long enough for her to provide false reassurance and get the hell out of dodge before he decided that he did, indeed, want to harm her after all.
Except she was Darcy, and would always be Darcy.
“Seriously?” she practically exploded, gesticulating wildly. “Dude. You just said everyone in Asgard thinks you are dead, and you think there’s nothing important to tell? Why the hell do you think they’d be throwing parties and high fiving each other? I mean yeah, sure, you tried to kill Thor and did a lot of property damage here, but he’s your brother. And he thinks you’re dead?”
For all she knew, that was how temper tantrums were thrown on Asgard. Larger and more dramatic than anything that could possibly occur on Earth. Whereas someone with hurt feelings might run off and spitefully get drunk or have a ton of sex, on Asgard, they’d just invade other realms with robots and blast everything with lasers. Who was she to judge?
Besides, her curiosity was stronger than her sense of self-preservation.
She lifted her chin, even as she warred internally with the voice that begged her to bolt. “You keep busting out with these bombs and then try to sweep them under the rug and insist there’s nothing to see. Bullshit, Loki.” The name still felt foreign on her tongue; she’d very nearly called him Leita. “Stop being so squirrely. What do you have to lose by telling me what is going on? What can I possibly do to you?”
A sigh, soft and barely audible. “I want to help you,” she concluded lamely, a poor way to wrap up her irritation, anger, and fear into a bundle to offer him. “Whatever happened on Asgard, here, you’ve been a friend. Let’s work from there, yeah?”