A/N: Disclaimer: I own nothing. Anything recognizable, is not my own.
Prologue
It was almost one o'clock in the morning when a knock sounded at my door.
Who the hell could that be? I think.
I groggily open the door, not expecting who stood on the other side.
"Loki?" I ask, confused. "Thor's brother?"
"Yes," he sighs.
"Why are you here?" I ask confused. I hadn't ever met the guy before. Why would he show up on my doorstep?
"Jane has kicked me out of her house. Before leaving I saw your address. I have nowhere else to go, and I have no mortal money," Loki says.
I nod and allow him in.
"Thank you, Miss Darcy. Jane speaks highly of you often. It is why I chose to come here," Loki explains.
Poor man. He has suffered too much hatred in his lifetime. I think.
"Do you have a room?" he asks.
"Well, no. This is a one bedroom loft," I blush.
"Ah, I see. Well, I suppose I shall have the sofa," he says firmly.
"Oh, no. You must take the bed," I argue. "You are the guest."
"You did not invite me. I will take the couch," Loki demands.
"Okay. Whatever you want," I shrug my shoulders. If he wants the couch, he can have the couch.
"Sometimes, Miss Darcy, you will find real gentlemen in the world," Loki states boldly.
I snort, and then try to cover it up with a cough.
"Is something funny, Miss Darcy?" Loki questions.
"Um, no," I say slowly.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Well, it's just you were an evil super villain. That is not what I picture when I think gentleman," I say.
"I believe I have changed for the better. Extensive counseling will do that for you," Loki chuckles.
"Well, I am going to bed. Some of us have to work tomorrow," I say.
"Good night, Miss Darcy," Loki replies.