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I woke up the next morning with an awful pain in my neck. I winced as I tried sitting up, and when I tried turning around, my neck cracked.

"Shit!" I growled, and ignoring the pain, I stood up and almost tripped on the blankets that had been on the bed last night. What can I say? I'm a kicker.

I decided to go back to my apartment to get breakfast. I had some Pop-Tarts that I was craving to eat. Besides, my poor stomach's been through a lot these past few days. Can't torture it any longer.

I jogged to my small apartment just three minutes away, and I unlocked the door. I went in, kicked the door closed, and I felt something was off immediately. The smell. I smelled Pop-Tarts. It was from the kitchen.

"Oh my God!" I yelled, and to my horror, the problem wasn't the fact that my precious Pop-Tarts were being toasted, but the fact that there was some random guy in my apartment toasting my Pop-Tarts! "Dude! Who the hell are you?"

He turned around slowly, his lips curled up in a smirk, his black hair, even though it was slicked back, messy. His bright green eyes seemed to look through me, and I realized that I saw those eyes in my dream last night.

But even though this guy was probably the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life, I was absolutely terrified. What was he doing in my apartment? Was he going to kill me?

"Who are you?" I asked again, my hand reaching in my sweater pocket for my taser.

"Who are you?" he asked, still smirking, and my mouth dropped open, shocked. How dare he?

"Dude, you're in my apartment! You answer me before I answer you!" The nerve of this guy. I mentally shook my head.

He pointed his finger at me, looking amused. "But you are just a pathetic little mortal, and I say that you answer me firs-"

I jabbed the taser at his outstretched hand, only to realize that I hadn't charged it up. I let it fall to the ground.

"What was that?" he asked, snickering.

I made a face at him. "If I had charged it up before, you would've been unconscious, like Thor."

"You know Thor?" he asked, and I slapped my hands over my mouth. Whoops. But I couldn't turn back now.

"Yeah," I said, trying to ease the tension. I could already tell that this guy didn't like Thor. "He was cool. Pretty cut, too. Nice abs. I wish he took off his shirt one more time before he left, though he's Jane's eye candy now."

"So this is where the lovely Jane lives," he said, looking around distastefully, and I shook my head.

"In this town, not in this apartment. This is my apartment. Which brings me back to the question of why you're here. So why are you here?" My voice got louder as I spoke. "If you don't leave immediately, I'll be forced to use my amazingly awesome ninja skills on you!"

He laughed. "You really think that you can do any damage to me? I'm a god! I'm-"

"You're Loki!" My mouth dropped open at the realization. This was the guy who tried killing Thor, Jane, Erik, Thor's warrior friends and me. This was the guy that sent the thing called the Destroyer to destroy our small town. This guy was going to kill me. I was going to be killed by Thor's brother, Loki, the God of Mischief. Oh my God. No pun intended.

"And why do you figure that?" he asked, grinning maliciously. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Because Thor was talking to the Destroyer and said your name," I said, looking at the ground, hoping that I wouldn't die within the next few seconds.

"So, mortals aren't as stupid as I thought."

"Hey! I take offense! Jane isn't stupid! Neither is Erik! There are a lot of smart people!" I protested.

"I'm not looking at one of them, obviously," he said, sounding disgusted.

"You're mean," I said. "You're lucky I haven't called the cops on you, you know. Then you'd go to jail. Though you'd probably say, 'I'm a god! I can't be put in jail!' Well, newsflash, Mr. Loki, you can be put in jail. Thor was put in restraints his first day here."

"Thor's a fool," Loki said angrily. "How dare you insult me, mortal?"

"Dude, normal dudes don't call other people mortals," I said, and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Okay, okay, you can call me a mortal. But otherwise, my name is Darcy Lewis."

"Why are you telling me your name?" he asked, sounding the slightest bit confused, and I knew I was cracking him. "You realize that I could kill you right now, Miss Lewis?" He also looked a bit deranged. His eyes were wide open, his hair still messy, and he looked angry that he couldn't figure me out. I laughed in my head. Oh Loki, you'll never figure me out. I haven't figured myself out yet.

"Because I don't think you will," I said, and I pushed my glasses up before smirking at him. "And you can call me Darcy."

I walked up to the counter and stood beside him as I waited for the Pop-Tart to come up from the toaster. I turned to him in wonder.

"How'd you know how to work the toaster? Thor didn't know a thing," I said, laughing at the memory.

He scowled at me. "I'm not as idiotic as him."

"He's not idiotic," I said, and as soon as the Pop-Tart came up, I grabbed it and shoved part of it in my mouth, which wasn't smart, because it burned my tongue. "Ow! Ow! Hot! Hot!" I spat the chewed up Pop-Tart into the sink. "Advice: never eat Pop-Tarts that have just come up. It hurts like hell."

"I already knew that," he said, annoyed. He was probably still frustrated at me. "Why aren't you scared of me? You should be scared. It's not everyday that you have someone from Asgard in your apartment. Why aren't you scared? Answer me, mortal!"

I shook my finger at him. "First of all, it's Darcy. Second of all, you don't seem very scary. Yeah, you can kill me. So could Thor. I don't think you will, especially if I'm offering you a place to crash for a while."

"Why are you doing this, Miss-" Loki caught himself. "-Darcy. Why?"

"Because I'm awesome," I said. "Duh."

"I'm serious," he said.

"I'm serious, too." I loved how angry I was getting him. "All right. Fine. I'll answer your question."

"This isn't normal," he said, forgetting the question. I went into the small living room and took my blankets and pillows off the couch so he could have a place to sleep. I knew he'd be crashing anytime soon. I still had absolutely no idea how he got here, but somehow, I was completely calm about it.

When I was done clearing off the couch, I went back to the kitchen and leaned against the wall, facing him. "Well, do I seem normal to you?"

He didn't answer. I took that as a no, and I made my way to the front door. I knew I was late, and that Jane would probably be angry, but at this point, I couldn't seem to care. I had a feeling that my life was about to get a lot more exciting.

"I'm gonna be late. Actually, I'm already late," I called. "So cut the crappy act of being invincible and go to bed. I'll be back later. I'm assuming that you'll be here?"

He huffed at the thought of being stuck in my apartment.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, nodding. "Okay! I'll be back with food around seven-ish or eight-ish. Or maybe I'll get off early."

"Don't hurry," he muttered sardonically.

I smirked. So that's how he treated the one who gave him food and shelter. Brilliant. I'll have fun messing with him to show him who's boss. Because this is my apartment, my town, my planet, my realm, and most of all, my rules. So he better watch out. He definitely does not want to get on my bad side.

As soon as I got there, Jane looked at me disapprovingly.

"You're late," she said, and I shook my head.

"I'm never late. You're just early," I said cheekily, shamelessly quoting the Princess Diaries.

"Now you're quoting movies," Jane sighed, but I knew that she wasn't mad. She was trying to hide her smile.

"Where's Erik?" I asked, looking around. "He on another one of his day trips to who-knows-where?" I already knew that he was probably at SHIELD, but I promised that I wouldn't tell Jane.

"Yeah, he left early this morning," said Jane, staring hard out the window before slamming her hand on the table. I jumped in surprise. Jane's never done something like that before.

"What the hell, Jane?" I asked, looking at her like she had two heads.

"I can't do this," she said, putting her hand to her forehead in frustration. "It's not possible. It's all magic. The portal? Magic. We have science. We don't have magic. How are we going to get the portal open with what we have? It's not possible."

Even though I hated to admit it, she was right. It was a long shot, thinking that we could open the portal when we were just humans. Neither of us was a god, like Thor. What could we do?

"It's hopeless." Jane looked crushed, and I squared my jaw. I would not let Jane give up again. I gave her an awesome pep talk, and I was not about to let it go to waste. Where there was a will, there was a way. Besides, maybe SHIELD could figure out the portal. We weren't alone. But I had to wait till Erik said it was okay to tell Jane.

"Look," I said, trying to get her attention. "Maybe what you need is to relax a bit. Maybe you'll come up with a solution if you don't think about it for now. That's how I passed my SAT's. There was this one question about sexual reproduction, heh, that I forgot about, and an hour later, when I was on a totally different question, I remembered the answer. Maybe that'll happen with you. Well, not remember, but come up with a solution."

"Thanks, Darcy," said Jane, sighing. "Fine. I'll take a day off. But what are we supposed to do all day?"

I grinned. "I've got a few ideas."

The day consisted of Jane and I going to the spa, getting our nails done, buying clothes, and eventually, sitting on the roof, looking up at the night sky.

"If only the way to open the portal was written in the stars," Jane sighed.

"Maybe it's in Chinese," I suggested. I pointed to a constellation. "Maybe that stands for King Thor and Queen Jane instead of Andromeda."

I could see her rolling her eyes.

"If only it was that simple," she said, and I snorted.

"What is simple in life? Nothing. Except for Pop-Tarts. But did you know that some people are so dumb that the Pop-Tart people had to put directions on the side of the box? That's a sign of failure of life," I said.

"People can't fail life," Jane said smartly, and I let out a small huff in protest.

"Can too!"

"Cannot."

"Can too."

"Cannot."

"Can too."

"This is so immature," said Jane, and she sat up on her lounge chair. "Wow. It's already nine o'clock."

"Shit!" I got up quickly, almost falling over. "I have to get back to my apartment. I-" Then I remembered Loki. And I definitely couldn't tell Jane that I had Loki, the one who tried killing Thor, in my apartment. "I have a date with my favorite TV show ever."

"All right," Jane sighed. I knew that she didn't like the fact that she was going to be all alone, since Erik was gone and I had to get back to Loki. "See you tomorrow."

"Yup," I said, and I quickly climbed down the ladder to the ground before sprinting down the street towards my apartment. I unlocked the door quickly and slammed the door shut, expecting Loki to be angry at me, but instead, he was laying on the couch, sleeping peacefully, his arms at his sides. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to face his wrath. I knew that if he sent the Destroyer on his own brother, he'd have no qualms about killing me.

I stared at him for a minute more before shaking my head.

"He is way hotter than Thor," I said, smiling to myself as I went to my room to sleep.

If Darcy seems a bit too relenting as to letting Loki stay there, sorry, but it must be done. Sorry if Darcy's OOC! Also, if Loki seems OOC, sorry! Anyway, please review!