I...did not expect to be doing this. I've always enjoyed the Marvel films, and of course, liked Loki. But for some reason as of late Loki has crawled under my skin and stayed there. He wants my attention all the time. Read me. Look at me. Watch me. I blame Tumblr. Which is where I got this idea. This was supposed to just be a drabble based off some prompts I found on Tumblr. I've never written in this universe. I'm not nearly as schooled in it as I'd like to be before writing. But when I sat down tonight the words kept coming. I can't promise they're good. I don't have a beta and I've never written this fandom before. But hopefully someone will find it enjoyable.

The prompt for this was the word 'lonely'. If people like this I can absolutely continue it. If not, then I'll just move onto another prompt.

I apologize in advance for any errors. I own squat. No copyright infringement intended. Feedback would be lovely. Thank you for reading.

Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster sat on the green expanse of lawn facing the Eiffel Tower. It was Jane's birthday and they'd spent the day celebrating by wandering the city. It was night now. The Tower was lit, bright and shining against the night sky. People were still milling about, talking and laughing and kissing. Darcy and Jane sat on their sweaters and shared a bottle of cheap champagne. Jane looked wistfully up at the Tower and sighed.

"Stop that," said Darcy.

"Stop what?" Jane tried to feign innocence.

"Does he even know it's your birthday?" asked Darcy after she took another swig from the bottle.

"No." whispered Jane as she looked back down at her skirt.

"Then stop sitting there pining for him. This isn't a Jane Austen novel. This is a Jane Fucking Foster extravaganza. Now drink!" she ordered her friend.

Jane smiled and took the bottle from Darcy. "Bottoms up," she said before taking a big sip.

It had been nearly a year since the Chitauri attack and there'd been no word from Thor other than the assurances from Tony Stark that he was fine and well and would be in touch. She'd given up trying to build a wormhole to find him but had stayed on at the Norway facility at Tony's behest. It hadn't hurt that Mr. Stark had made a sizable contribution to fund whatever project she deemed fit. And getting Darcy to stay hadn't taken much more than a few pouty looks and some fancy cupcakes.

"We're going to need more alcohol," said Jane as she tipped the empty bottle upside down. The few remaining drops slid out, illuminated by the lights of the Tower, and fell to the dewy grass beneath them.

"I've got us covered," replied Darcy. She picked up her purse, which was more like a satchel, and fished around inside for the flask she'd stashed there earlier.

She was mid reach when the lights went out.

"The hell…" she whined.

"Huh," said Jane.

Darcy shifted her attention away from her purse and looked around. It wasn't just the Tower lights that were out. So far as she could tell, it was the whole city.

She stood, clutching her purse tightly to her side. She'd hoped that standing would help, that maybe she'd see something she couldn't while sitting but there was nothing. She heard people whispering and giggling, could hear someone stumble off to her left and swear loudly in French which sounded so much better than when she did it. In the distance she heard an alarm and then the sound of metal crashing against metal which she assumed was cars.

Darcy looked up at the sky and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

"Jane. Jane, honey, get up," said Darcy, her eyes still peeled on the sky. She made a motion with her hand for Jane to get up even though Jane probably couldn't see it.

"My phone's not working," said Jane.

Darcy looked down at her friend but she could barely even make out her shape.

"Get up. Now." She said, grabbing Jane and pulling her off the ground.

"Darcy! Ow! What the heck?"

When she could feel that Jane was standing next to her, albeit swaying a bit, she grabbed Jane's head and pointed it at the sky.

"LOOK." said Darcy.

It took her a moment but then she got it and what she saw terrified her.

"Oh. My. God." She said, annunciating every word slowly and carefully.

The lights in the City of Light weren't the only ones that had gone out. The stars were gone. The moon was gone. Something was very, very wrong.

"That's not possible," whispered Jane. But she knew better. Lots of things were possible. Lots of very bad things.

"We need to get out of here," she said to Darcy. She grabbed her sweater off the ground and latched onto Darcy. They didn't make it two steps before the sky opened up.

There was a crash of lightning followed by a thunderclap. For a brief moment everything was illuminated. After the darkness they'd been sitting in it nearly blinded them, burning white streaks into their retinas so that they had to close their eyes and rub them. When they opened them again Thor stood before them. They could just make him out by the light of a nearby bush that had caught fire.

"Happy Birthday?" said Darcy quizzically as she looked over at Jane. Jane just shrugged her shoulders and Thor raised his eyebrows.

"We've no time for celebrations," he said, drily. "Come. We must leave this place and quickly," he said while holding his arms open to them.

"And by leave, you mean hug?" said Darcy, referring to his outstretched arms.

Thor sighed and rolled his eyes. He reached them in one stride and wrapped his arms around the two girls. "Hold fast," he instructed them.

What happened next reminded Darcy of the time she'd ridden the Turkish Twist at the county fair. The "room" had spun around so quickly that they didn't need any sort of belt or restraints when the floor dropped out beneath her. Gravity did all the work. They'd doctored the ride up for the nighttime crowd too. There were bright flashing lights and loud music and everyone was screaming and laughing.

This is what that was like except no one was laughing. Screaming, yes, but not laughing. Darcy screamed. She screamed and clawed at Thor as best she could and shut her eyes tight when she realized that what she saw flying past her was galaxies.

Like the ride at the fair the trip only lasted a few minutes. She felt herself unceremoniously dropped and when she cracked her eyes open she could hardly believe what she saw. Gold. Everywhere gold. And there was Thor in all his 'I'm a God' glory, holding Jane to him. They were standing in a great hall. Everything was gilt and outside she could see lush greens and the light of a setting sun. The windows alone must have been at least two stories tall.

There was what she assumed were guards but they looked like something out of a book: tall, muscular, adorned in golden plated armor head to toe, great massive helmets with horns upon their heads.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," she said to no one in particular, wide eyed.

"Kansas?" inquired a voice behind her.

She'd been so awestruck by her surroundings that she hadn't really paying attention to her personal space.

She turned.

Monster, she thought, murderer, traitor.

Loki stood before her. Trickster God, Mischief Maker. Killer.

She backed up, nearly tripping over herself.

"Guys," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Guys." She said again, trying to get the attention of Thor and Jane.

"You need not worry." said Thor.

"Like hell," replied Darcy.

"I'm afraid your troubles are far greater than my brother standing before you."

"I doubt it," she mumbled.

"What is it?" asked Jane. "Why did you bring us here?"

"I have very grave news for you. For both of you."

Darcy was still eyeing Loki who looked at her disinterestedly. One might make the mistake of thinking he was bored but she could tell he was waiting for something.

"Lady Darcy, please, I need your attention," Thor implored.

Darcy turned to him, begrudgingly.

"What?" she asked.

"There is no easy way to bear such news easily so I shall just say it." He paused, making sure he had their attention.

"Your world is no more."

Neither Jane nor Darcy said anything. They stared at Thor trying to process what he'd just said.

Jane's mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

Finally, Darcy spoke. "I don't believe you," she said. No. No, no, no, no.

"I'm sorry. It's true." He took a stride towards her as though to comfort her but she stepped back and nearly collided with Loki who'd managed to invade her personal space again. She backed away from him too.

"Prove it," she dared.

Thor lowered his eyes. "Follow me," he said.

Darcy and Jane followed him, flanked by Loki (which Darcy did not like AT ALL) and a handful of guards.

Darcy looped her arm around Jane's. "What's going on?" she asked her friend.

"I don't know," said Jane, but Darcy could see the wheels in her head working, trying to compute what Thor had said. It was impossible. They were just there. Worlds don't just disappear. But as they walked down the vast hallway Darcy's heart sank deeper with each step.

They stepped into a darkened room. There was a pool of water in the center, its surface black as the night they'd just come from. They gathered at its edge and waited. The silence felt deafening to Darcy. She had to fight to keep from tapping her foot. Loki stood across from them, watching her. She was about to make a snide comment directed at him when she noticed the water ripple. It moved in tiny waves, the ambient light of the room reflected on its surface, creating shapes and shadows and patterns.

The patterns grew, forming into things she recognized: There was Mars, dusty and red. An old satellite, clunky and worn. Earth's moon, bright from the glow of the sun. And there, in pieces, was Earth. It was spread out into large chunks, broken. No one could have survived.

"No," said Jane quietly. She held her hand out as though to touch the image but the water receded and the image faded away.

"I'm gonna be sick," said Darcy. She held her hand over her mouth and ran from the room.

Loki followed her. He found her bent over, hands on her knees, dry heaving.

"You," she said when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. "You did this! Didn't you?" she wailed. She charged him but quickly found herself caged by Thor's strong arms. "Let me go!" she screamed, kicking her feet out.

The God of Mischief smirked.

"He did not do this thing." said Thor. "You have my word."

"Bullshit." She said. Tears streaked her face.

"Who?" croaked Jane, "Who then? Who did this?"

"We're not sure," said Thor, "but we will not rest until we find out."

"Then how do you know it wasn't him?" said Darcy.

"Because we've taken his magic away from him as punishment. He could not have possibly done this."

Darcy slumped in Thor's arms.

"Earth was under my protection. I have failed you," he said. He turned Darcy so that she was facing him. "I cannot recompense what has been taken from you but I swear to you my fealty. So long as you both live I am at your service."

She could see then, how broken he was, and it hit her. This was real. This was really happening. She was never going home again. Every single person she ever knew, aside from Jane, was dead. Selvig was dead. The Avengers were dead. The sweet young girl who'd made her coffee that morning in the café was dead. The dog she'd petted on the street corner was dead. The children she'd seen playing in the fountain, the tourists at the Louvre, her family; everything was gone. She grabbed Jane's purse off her shoulder and marched back into the great hall.

There was a great table in the great hall and this is where she dumped out the contents of both their purses. She began to organize the contents side by side. She heard the others enter, their footfalls soft on the shiny floors.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" she heard Jane ask. She stilled when she felt Jane's hand on her arm.

"This is it," said Darcy, matter of factly. She'd stopped crying and was focused solely on her task. She continued on without even looking at Jane or the others.

"This is all that's left of humanity. A couple of cell phones, an iPod, my hairbrush, your comb, some stale gum, lip gloss, cheap rum, a notebook and pen, hotel key cards, wallets, and the clothes on our back. That's it. That's all we have left. No more Dunkin' Donuts, no more McDonald's French fries, no more Christmas or summers at the lake or movies. I guess I don't have to worry about my student loans," she said. She laughed bitterly, her arms rising out and then hands slapping back down on her thighs. "There won't ever be anymore anything again," she said, staring at all the little things she'd laid out on the table.

"Here," said Jane. She began to collect the items, divvying them up to each respective purse. "Maybe we should get settled in for the night." She looked at Thor, imploringly.

He cleared his throat. "Yes. Of course," He motioned to one of the guards.

Within an hour Darcy found herself ensconced in a palatial room fit, in her mind anyway, for a queen. It was a far cry from her dorm room days. As with everything else in this place her room was dripping gold. The walls were gold, her bed sheets were gold, and the furniture had gold detailing. And everything was big too, as though made for giants. Her bed easily could have slept four; the hearth was big enough to cook in, the ceilings cavernous. Under other circumstances she might have relished this, might have pranced around pretending to be a princess. But not tonight. Tonight she fell face first into the bed and spent her time switching between screaming into the pillows and sobbing hysterically.

The next few days were a blur to her. She'd fallen into an almost catatonic state. She'd never been prone to bouts of melancholy but neither had she ever felt such loneliness before. She'd not seen Jane since they arrived. The two of them, Thor and Jane, seemed to have squirreled themselves away in his quarters and forgotten all about her. How nice, she thought. Jane gets to be the heroine of our little apocalypse, maybe even queen someday. Meanwhile I have to suffer through this alone.

Attendants came and went, offering her food, taking measurements for clothing, showing her where and how to bathe. Some offered kind words but most were silent, unsure of what to say in the wake of such tragedy. She would nod, utter a weak "Thank you," and then turn away. She didn't eat. She bathed only one time in four days, standing dully beneath the small waterfall, letting it cascade over her and wondering if she could perhaps drown in it.

At night she lay awake. When she closed her eyes she saw her Earth shattered like a child's toy broken underfoot. Sometimes she thought she could hear screams.

She took to sitting on the balcony of her room. The windows slid apart, receding into the wall. She set up a chair and curled a golden knit throw around her shoulders, knees bunched up against her chest.

Asgard was a quiet place at night. The normally golden hues turned silver in the light of its moons. She could see firelight here and there. Sometimes she could hear men quarreling in the way that men do when they don't really mean it. Sometimes she heard singing and music. Other times she could even hear lovemaking. Not tonight though. Not at this hour. It was late. Well past the midnight hour she was sure. She looked aimlessly out at the city, wondering at all the people therein, wondering what her place in all this could possibly be.

"You do not sleep," said a voice from the shadows to her left.

"Jesus," she said, nearly knocking her chair over as she shifted to get up.

"Sit. Please." Loki motioned towards the abandoned chair.

"What do you want?" she asked, clutching the throw tighter around her shoulders and eyeing the big wooden door to her chamber.

"I mean you no harm. I wish only to speak with you."

"Please," he said again, motioning to the chair again.

Darcy did as he said. She was too tired to argue and wasn't entirely sure if she cared what happened to her anyway.

Loki smiled, pleased that she had done as he asked.

He leaned against the balustrade, arms crossed over his chest, dark hair cascading around his face.

"I've been watching you," he said.

Darcy shot him a dirty look.

"What kind of planet is this?" she mumbled.

Loki chuckled.

"Well, you are in my realm, and I'm curious."

"About what?" she asked.

"What does it feel like?" he asked.

Is he fucking for real right now? She thought to herself. She was about to get up and clock him but then she saw the look on his face. There was no malice in it. No mirth. He seemed, genuinely, curious.

"It feels like the end of the world," she said and chuckled at her own joke.

Her gaze returned to the sleeping city.

"It feels like the time Jackie Carpenter broke up with me under the bleachers and then the very next day I saw him making out with Sally Lindberg. I lost my virginity to that fucker and he didn't even care. It feels like when my grandmother died and I saw her dead body at the funeral and my heart never left my throat that whole night. It feels like every nightmare I've ever had coming at me all at once. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Like I'm a walking National Geographic special on extinction except there won't be anyone left to remember me."

A single tear slid down her cheek.

"I feel like the loneliest girl in the world."