Darcy:
I woke up dazed and disoriented. I try to open my eyes but they seem glued to my eyelids, and anyways that started up a killer headache. I seemed to be intact except for a very tight something around my shoulder that was making me very weary of moving my body. I ached just about everywhere and for a moment, I couldn't remember why.
Then...I remembered.
I gasped and sat straight up. Ouch. I was right to be weary. My entire arm flamed up in intense pain and I landed flat on my back again. I sat there, panting, for a moment before slowly sitting back up. It wasn't as bad this time.
I glance around. I was in a room...my room, I realized. It was dark and there were no other sounds around me but my own ragged breathing.
"Loki?" I whispered, not daring to talk too loud.
When nobody answered I slowly moved out of my bed sheets and stood up.
Black spots rained down on my eyes and I struggled to remain standing as a bout of dizziness assailed me.
"Whoa!" I gasp and lurch to my bathroom.
I barely made it to the toilet before I got sick all over the seat. I sit hunched over the toilet for several minutes, trying hard to ignore the building sense of panic. Where the hell was Loki? Thor? Coulson? Surely if they were in the apartment they would hear me...right?
I flush and stand, again having to fight off nausea. I slowly walk towards my door and opened it. The entire house was silent and dark, making the panic overflow. Did I imagine all of it? Maybe I've been sick? Have these last few days been simply the dreams of a sick girl?
I found out soon enough that, no, it was not a dream. My bags were laying in my living room, still packed and some seemed to be missing.
I walk throughout the entire house and my hope was all but disappearing when I see a piece of paper on the fridgerator. I sprint the two steps to it and rip it off the magnet, quickly scanning the paper.
My dear sweet Darcy,
If I could be there to wake you, I would be, but I can’t. Thanos has moved in finally and is as I write, moving in to your capital to attack. Don’t try to come help because I care for you and the last thing I want is you to get hurt. Don’t worry though, Stark is coming to help, thank the gods, and we should be okay. Agent Coulson left food in the cabinets, so you shouldn’t have to go out for a while. Keep an eye on your shoulder; you got shot by a Chitarri soldier. It should be fine after
a few days
~Loki
I read the letter two, three, four times and by the time I was done I was feeling skeptical.
My dear sweet Darcy? It was cute, and sounded lovey dovey. Not Loki sounding at all. Loki probably wouldn’t even put a greeting on there.
Also…since when was Tony Stark ‘Stark’ to Loki? Tin Man or Metal boy was more his speed. He would never ever be thankful that he was coming; instead he would complain and probably say something about Stark being rusty.
The thing that killed it though, was the fact that the letter said “I care for you.”
Loki would NEVER care for me in that way…would he? Maybe as a friend…but the way the letter sounded it was a more intimate care for. Loki despises me, probably is annoyed by me. He couldn’t care for me. I’m mortal, he’s a god!
I set the letter down, certain that it was forged.
If that was the case…where WAS Loki?
I think for a few minutes and then I moan. He would be wherever Thor was…and Thor was no doubt with Jane Foster.
London? How would I get to London?
A knock on the door interrupted my thinking. I rushed to it, thinking maybe it was Loki. That was possible wasn't it?
Instead of Loki, I find a man with a cold expression. I pull back instinctively and then force a smile on my lips.
"Hello." I greet him, "Can I help you?"
The man seemed to be sizing me up before simply stepping into the house. I move out of his way before even thinking about it.
He looked around for a moment, and then looked at me. His cold look turned into one of disgust and he spoke with a nasty tone, "Yes, I believe you can help me Darcy."
His hand shoots out and before I can react his fist crashes into my head. I blink out.
Loki:
Great, I think, just absolutely perfect.
Thor sees my sour expression and pats my back, "She'll be fine. Coulson promised to check up on her every few hours."
We were back in Asgard, reporting to Odin. Asking for help. I sigh heavily but accept the pat. We both seemed to be getting closer the more we spent time with each other and I wasn't sure if I liked it.
Two guards were escorting us to Odin's chambers where he was waiting. Heimdal didn't even seem surprised to see us and opened the bifrost before we could ask.
When we entered his chambers, Odin stood with a serious expression on his face.
"You bring news?"
I rolled my eyes. No Odin, we came to bring you chocolates.
Thor immediately knelt, and spoke, "Father, we come to ask of you for reinforcments. The Chittarri are stronger than last time and are moving in. I wish to bring a few Asgardians to Earth."
Odin nodded, "Who?"
"Sif and the Warriors three, of course."
"So few?" he asked, surprised.
I was surprised too. Only four warriors to protect his precious Jane Foster and her planet? Had Thor gone mad?
Thor nodded, "Yes Father; those four are the most loyal, most skilled, and most feared in Asgard. They will suffice."
Odin nodded again, slowly. Then he replies, "Go to them. Tell them to prepare and meet at the bifrost."
Thor bows again and heads out the door. I'm about to follow when Odin calls out, "Loki. Stay."
I could have simply kept walking, not turned or reacted. He wouldn't have pursued me. But something made me turn around, look him in the eyes, and reply, "Yes?"
Odin seemed shocked that I had actually answered. "I want to ask you something."
"What?" I ask, my usual annoyed voice coming back.
"Do you love the mortal?"
I blink. Darcy?
I decide to play dumb, "What mortal?"
He sighs, "The girl. You've been staying with her for a while now."
Darcy. I think about it for a minute, and then I do what I'm so very good at.
"No."
I lie.
A:N
Hey! I wanted to make an announcement and see what you guys think.
I have an idea for a fanfic for The Knife of Never Letting Go. If you havn't read it, ignore the rest of this, if you HAVE Kudos to you and will you message me? I need to know if this is a good idea or not and I don't know if I should pursue it. Thanks!
P.S; Who (or what) do you think the man was? Hmmmm?
