It had been so easy.

Who'd have thought it would've taken only a few weeks to secure his rule on Midgard.

Loki smirked to himself at the thought of the fools who had tried to stop him ruling this primitive realm, and how easy it was to pick out each of their weaknesses and bring them to their knees. Especially his golden brother.

Really, it was pitiful that they had all underestimated him so - he was a skilled sorcerer after all and a god. Naturally it was his place to rule and be worshipped. He would be a gracious King. Firm but fair, once all the opposition to his rule had deceased.

Mortals were so afraid of change but that did not matter, they will all get used to his status as King and give in to him once they realized that this was their natural place. Accepting the truth was so much simpler than putting up a fight – Mortals were so stubborn.

Everything had fallen into place perfectly. He had a whole planet at his disposal, as well as a whole Chitauri army to do his bidding. Well, you didn't really think the god of lies would have kept his promise to give the Tessaract to Thanos, did you? In fact he killed the mad Titan with the very thing.

He now had ultimate control over two races. There was only one thing left to do...

The throne room's doors swung open to reveal the group of 'heroes' who he had summoned earlier. Loki stood from his throne and beckoned them forward. The King smirked at the sight of the glowing blue eyes of the so called Avengers; the Tesseract's influence was still strong. He would have been a fool to kill them all - they were far too useful to be corpses, even his idiot brother.

The said group kneeled before their King in unison, before the Captain spoke. "Your Majesty, you summoned us."

"That I did." Loki smiled, enjoying seeing the fools kneeling before him. "You have done well in securing all of Midgard and taking out any other threats to my reign. I congratulate you. There is one more thing I need you to do, though."

He gestured for them to stand. "There is someone I have been searching for my entire life. As fate has it, this person is a Midgardian female. Goes by the name of 'Darcy Lewis'. I want you to find her and bring her to me."

"Is it possible to know why you want this person?" The Man of Iron inquired. "Your Majesty." He added later.

"I don't suppose it would do any harm if you know." The King mentioned, his eyebrow arching at Stark's curiosity.

"Everyone in the universe has an intended. It is hard to know who that person is and most do not realize it if they ever meet them. But on a rare occasion, it just so happens that two souls are so entwined together by fate, that the future of everything depends on those two souls to be together. Because of this, fate makes it easier for those souls to find one another."

"Here..." Loki patted the left side of his chest. "...is where my intended's name lies. 'Darcy Lewis'. My own name will also be written on her, in the exact same spot."

"Do you even know this for certain?" Ironman asked.

"You doubt my research!" The King stormed over to mortal, pressing his sceptre to his throat. "You doubt my knowledge as your leader!"

"N-no no, my King. Not at all." Ironman stuttered with fear. "But are you certain she's a girl? Darcy is a gender normative name."

"You are very good at talking Stark. You'd better be careful or else you may find yourself without a tongue." He lowered the sceptre from the mortal's throat. "Do not worry. I know for certain that she is female, I can sense it."

"We shall find her, my King." Thor bellowed. "Jane Foster has tracking equipment that may assist us in our search."

"Use whatever you need to find her, but I do not, under any circumstances, want her harmed. If I see so much as a scratch on her when she is brought to me, you will all join your friend in the dungeons. Am I clear?"

"Yes your Majesty. We shall begin our search at once." Said the Captain.

"Do not fail me." Loki spoke, dripping with threat. He dismissed them.

The group of ex-heroes soon found themselves wondering where to begin.

"I'll make a crack down on all the people called Darcy Lewis." Stark said. "It can't be that common a name, surely."

"Darcy Lewis. Darcy... that name is familiar." Thor pondered out loud. No one else was listening as they were all far too deep in thought... until Jane arrived.

"Right. I've got all sorts of tracking stuff in here." The astrophysicist announced, placing a large box of all sorts of gadgets on the floor. Stark immediately went to look inside the box.

"This stuff should help. Once we actually know where King Loki's soul mate is." Stark said.

"Who are we actually looking for?" asked Jane.

"A 'Darcy Lewis'." Everyone said unison as if it was obvious.

Jane froze. Darcy Lewis.

Her eyes met with Thor's, clear that they both were thinking the same thing.

"She was with you when I last fell to Midgard, wasn't she?" Thor asked the astrophysicist, already remembering the answer.

"Jane? Is there something that you know?" asked the Widow.

"Darcy Lewis is the name right?"

"That's what he told us."

"Darcy Lewis was my intern in New Mexico."

"Well it's a start." Rodgers mentioned.

"Yeah, one Darcy Lewis." Stark pointed out. "Do we even know if it's the right one?"

"I think it's worth finding her." Romanoff joined in. "Even if she isn't King Loki's intended, she can still be useful to us."

"Yes." Jane agreed. "It'll be safer for her to be here than out there on her own. It'll also be nice seeing her again."

The group soon decided on a plan. With their brilliant minds it took next to no time to track Darcy and they were soon on their way to get her.

Darcy was doing okay.

Okay in a sense that the world's been taken over by aliens and everyone she ever knew was probably dead or enslaved.

Oh, who was she kidding? It was the end of the world! She was anything but okay.

How did it even come to this? Darcy didn't understand. One day she was just looking after the labs for Jane and Erik who had gone to New York, the next thing she knew aliens were attacking. Darcy remembered panicking and rushing to get to safety, safety being hiding in the labs with food and a knife.

She must have been there for at least 48 hours before she deemed it safe enough to come out of hiding. The aliens were gone, but so were all the people. She liked to think that everyone ran away, but what was the point in being optimistic anymore.

She tried ringing up everyone she knew, but no one was answering. So here Darcy was, alone, clueless and without hope. Darcy had it all but she took it for granted. She had dreams, ambitions, but now it all seemed like an unrealistic fairy story. That is how much things have changed.

It had been several weeks since then – probably – Darcy had no idea what day it was. All she knew was that she'd stopped crying at last, now she just felt numb.

She didn't care about anything anymore. Why should she? There was nothing left to care about – or fight for. Maybe going mad in her isolation wouldn't be too bad, but she wanted to stop thinking. Maybe a walk would clear her head.

Plodding through the wrecked town, Darcy came to the conclusion that she wouldn't mind if she died here, sure no one would find her body but she would be free.

The sound of a plane zoomed in the distance. Great, she was hearing things. Darcy was either going insane or her rumbling stomach was giving her hallucinations. Darcy looked up towards the sound; a small aircraft flew over her head, the droning sound fading as it landed in the desert. She must be dehydrated as well.

Darcy turned around and strolled the other direction for another couple of minutes.

"Darcy!"

She spun around towards the voice. "Jane?" It couldn't be. Darcy began to run towards the figure in the distance, hoping that it wasn't a mirage.

"Jane!" Darcy shouted as she drew closer and the woman snatched her up in her arms.

"Oh my god, it's you! You're alive!" Darcy squeezed the woman tighter, overwhelmed with joy at seeing her friend.

"You're safe now Darcy. You don't need to worry anymore." Jane soothed.

"Oh Jane, I can't believe it! I was so worried and - Ah!" Darcy felt a sharp pain in her upper arm. She pulled away from the astrophysicist's tight embrace to see a needle in other woman's hand.

"Jane what did you-" Darcy completely stopped. Jane's eyes were glowing blue. She stumbled backwards in confusion. "Your eyes! What's happening-"

"You have nothing to fear Darcy. You're with us now."

"Us? Who is 'us'? I don't-" Darcy's head started spinning like a carousel. There were figures in the distance that started getting blurrier as the moved closer. Darcy's eye lids grew heavy as she felt her knees buckle, luckily falling into a pair of arms instead of hitting the ground.

"You're safe Darcy. You're with us now."

Darcy slipped into darkness.

Darcy shifted in her sleep. Where was she? What happened?

"Darcy?"

Oh please say it was all a dream.

"Darcy?" The soft voice repeated, gently shaking her shoulder. Darcy flickered her eyes open to see alien blue irises. Not a dream then. She sat up quickly, sending a shot of pain to her head. Darcy winced as she went to raise her hand to her forehead as her upper arm was still stiff from the injection given to knock her out.

"Take it easy Darcy, it's alright." Jane soothed.

"Where the fuck am I? What did you do to me?"

"Just relax Darcy; it's all going to be fine."

Darcy ignored the other woman and surveyed her surroundings. Judging by the interior, she was inside a small plane. In the cock pit were two secret-agent like people; a red haired woman and a blondish man. A tall blond man with a shield stood on the other side of the plane with - Tony Stark! He was in his Ironman suit as well! - Minus the helmet.

Unfortunately, any hope Darcy had was quickly diminished when she saw the glowing blue eyes of the men.

"Lady Darcy!" She turned to the bellowing voice above her. "Thor?" His eyes were glowing too, was there nothing that could save Darcy now?

"It is good to see you awake at last. I apologize but Jane felt it necessary to put you to sleep."

"Did she now." Darcy shot a look at the woman next to her.

"I know how feisty you are Darcy. You would never let us see if you were the King's soul mate otherwise." Jane explained. Her slight whimsical expression and soft tone creeping Darcy out.

"Ok let's back it up a bit here. Jane, your eyes are blue. Really freaky blue... what the fuck has happened to you?"

"I have so much knowledge now Darcy. I'm experiencing true freedom."

"No Jane! This isn't freedom. I have no idea what this is but... oh god it isn't normal. "

"Darcy you don't-"

"Shut-up Jane, you're not even you!" Darcy yelled in frustration, startling the astrophysicist.

Darcy stood up – ignoring her dizziness - and marched up to Thor. "Tell me what's been going on Thor and don't you dare lie to me! Why has the world been taken over by aliens?"

"The Chitauri are my brother's army. He is now the King of Midgard and has gifted us truth in return of our loyalty to him." Thor too had the strange whimsicalness that Jane had, frightening and confusing Darcy.

"You're brother? Loki? Didn't he send that fire-robot thing to kill you last time?"

"I now know my true place. He was always meant to be King."

"What are you talking about Thor? This guy has taken over the planet, killed people, enslaved people! You don't know what's happened to you, do you?" Darcy sighed. She knew it was hopeless. They weren't themselves anymore, they were being controlled and they didn't realize it. Why did this have to happen to them?

"You're being controlled. How can you not see this? Even I can see this! What the hell! Where are you even taking me to?"

"We're taking you to the King." The tall blond with the shield stated. "We were sent to find his intended and by his name written on your chest it's turns out that's you."

"What name on my chest? I've just got this weird birth mark but that's...wait a second. How do you know about the mark on my chest?"

"It was the only way to know that you were King Loki's soul mate." Jane spoke.

"So you thought it would be ok to violate me? I don't even have a nice bra on. And what do you mean 'soul mate'? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Darcy pulled down her t-shirt to reveal the brown shapes on the left side of her chest. "It's just a really weird birth mark, see?"

"No, Lady Darcy. That is old Norse, the written language of Asgard." Thor expressed.

"Ok. I'm not about to argue with zombies. But guys seriously - Jane don't you think this all sounds ridiculous? C'mon, you're a scientist; surely you realize that the world's going to hell." Darcy shook the woman's shoulders as if it would bring the Jane she knew back. "Don't you realize that a psychopath has taken over the world and made all of you his mind slaves? Wake up Jane!" She pushed the woman away before hitting Thor in the chest with a frustrated scream.

The worst thing was they still had that mindless expression on their face. Exhaustion overcame Darcy, causing her anger to morph into sadness. Damn it all. Damn the hope she felt when she saw her friend only for it to be a trap to kidnap her. Damn the fucking so-called King to hell for taking over her planet and enslaving everyone. Damn her too.

"Buckle up everyone. We are about to land." The red head announced.

Darcy let herself be pulled down to sit beside Jane. She let the astrophysicist buckle her to the seat; she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. She felt the plane slowly descend, glide for a while longer before ultimately slowing down to a stop. The plane doors opened with a mechanical hiss, Jane unbuckled herself before unbuckling Darcy and pulling her up to stand. Thor led the way out of the plane, swiftly followed by Jane who held Darcy's hand tight like she was a child. The rest followed after.

Darcy exited the aircraft to find herself walking through what could only be described as a gigantic garage filled with all sorts of aircrafts and spaceships all parked next to each other. Darcy didn't get a chance to look at the spaceships as she was pulled along into a corridor. Such a contrast to the dark garage Darcy had to squint until her eyes adjusted to the brightness.

"Jane, where exactly are we?" Darcy questioned.

"King Loki's palace. We're going to present you to him."

"Well thanks for being so specific." Darcy muttered sarcastically. As long as Jane wasn't herself she would get nothing from her. She couldn't help but think that maybe it was better to have everyone she knew be dead, that way they would have been themselves and died free, rather than be mind slaves and forced to do a psycho's bidding. Were they even aware of what was happening?

Jane held her hand in a bruising grip that wouldn't loosen, if anything it got tighter when Darcy tried to pull her hand free. Thor was in front swinging his hammer with each step in a threatening way that made Darcy gulp. Walking on her right was the blondish man, Darcy's breath hitched when she saw the bow and arrows. On the opposite side to her was the red-haired woman with two hand guns. (Though her stern expression could probably kill as well.) Marching behind her was the tall blond with the shield and Ironman – with the helmet this time.

Darcy wondered if this is how a mouse felt before the trap came snapping down.

Soon they arrived at a large golden door. Oh God! Darcy's heart pounded so loudly with dread that Darcy couldn't hear her own thoughts. The door opened. Darcy tried in vain to rip her hand free but Jane's grip didn't soften. The unresponsive woman kept her gaze forward and pulled the struggling Darcy into a throne room.

Darcy kept up her losing fight. She may be small in stature, have no upper arm strength or anyone left to fight for, but she was fighting for herself now and there was one thing Darcy Lewis was and that was defiant.

The astrophysicist suddenly threw Darcy forward –narrowly missing Thor who stepped out the way – and fell to the floor.

"My liege, we have found Darcy Lewis." Thor announced.

"I can see that, you oaf." A deep smooth voice sounded with annoyance.

Darcy looked up. Well, she certainly wasn't expecting the horned helmet.

The Asgardian on the throne met her eyes.

The entire world froze.

Sudden dumbness and thoughtlessness struck Darcy and judging by the expression on the King's face, it has struck him too.

A sudden force tugged the two people to stand. Something twisted around Darcy and slowly pulled her closer to Loki. She didn't resist.

Loki was faster and strode over to the woman until he was close enough to tower over her. The helmet sure added to the height.

There they were staring intently at each other as the world turned to dust around them. Darcy couldn't breathe; it looked like he couldn't either. Loki's expression was soft yet intense - as if he had waited for this. His long pale fingers ghosted over her skin, travelling over her features, lingering over her open lips, before suddenly cupping her cheek.

Darcy shuddered at the electricity of the touch. Something inside Darcy coiled up before springing free, causing a chain reaction of explosion through her. Darcy's breathing grew laboured as the euphoria consumed her. The King wiped away the tears she didn't even know she was shedding. His touch was overwhelming but she wanted more. Darcy reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Loki laid an open palm on her back and pulled her flush against him. The King bent down to firmly claim her lips. Darcy grew dizzy as she melted into him, fiercely kissing back with fervour.

He's the one. Darcy thought as the kiss broke. Still in a tight embrace, Loki pressed his face into Darcy's unkempt hair, his warm breath caressing her ear.

"My King."

"What!" Loki roared, straightening up but still keeping Darcy locked against him.

"What is it?" The King snarled. The group refused to look at him, he laughed at this. "I'm sorry, is it not proper for a king to show his affection to his queen so freely?"

He let Darcy go and turned her around to face the group. "Kneel before your queen." At once they all dropped to their knees. It was then Darcy woke up from her dreamy hysteria and pulled away from the King's grip on her shoulder.

Her heart still thundered a heavy beat but not out of fear. What was all that? What did he do to her? Pity flooded Loki's eyes as he looked at her; he cupped her face in his hand.

"My Queen has had a trying day." He nodded to two guards. "Take her to our chambers."

Darcy was too confused and let the alien guards lead her away. Soon, Darcy was pushed inside a room, the doors slammed behind her and the sound of lock followed after. Today had ended much like it had started, with Darcy alone and clueless. Darcy flopped down onto the large green bed, she was so tired.

Darcy was trapped, her friends were enslaved and didn't know it and the bastard who had taken over the earth had kissed her and she let him! It was so strange, all of a sudden she had become star struck and felt...complete. They didn't speak one word to each other before going at it like rabbits. The horrid realization came to Darcy. No! Darcy stormed to a nearby mirror and revealed her birthmark. She always knew that it looked weird but for the first time she could clearly see that it was a series of runes. Norse? But there was no such thing as soul mates, this couldn't be true.

Darcy should have kicked him in the balls for what he's done, but no she had to kiss him back instead. So yes, he was gorgeous and everything she wanted but Loki was still a power hungry douche bag... and dangerous.

Darcy jumped at the sound of the door being unlocked and swung open. Loki proudly stepped into the room with a smirk, shutting the door with a wave of his hand. His leather armour and horned helmet disappeared with a wave of green, leaving him in leather pants and a loose green shirt. He twisted his up turned hand making again a wave of green to appear and fade, leaving in his hand a gold and green necklace. Loki then stalked over to Darcy like a predator, moving his hands to the back of her neck to join the ends of the necklace together.

"Fit for a queen." Loki smiled, cupping the back of Darcy's neck and pressing their foreheads together. "Do you have any idea how long I've been searching for you?"

"I've only just discovered that you exist." Darcy breathed.

Loki moved back and pulled his shirt down to reveal Darcy's name written on his skin. He took Darcy's hand a pressed it over the brown writing. His heart was beating just as fast as hers. "Fate has made you mine, Darcy. And it has made me yours." He placed his free hand over Darcy's heart. "We were born to be together." Loki whispered.

Any previous thoughts had melted as Darcy launched herself at his lips – causing a whirl wind of emotion to run through her once more. She forgot about the world and everyone in it - this is what Darcy wanted, not realizing that soon she would be walking into fire.