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.