Loki and Darcy had met before. He finds out she’s in New York during the attack.

potemkinx:

So sorry for the delay…what can I say, life happened! Hope you like it, Anon!

It was wrong. She was not supposed to be there. Darcy should have followed that vapid scientist, Thor’s lover, and be in Norway. Even better, she should have remained in that insignificant, useless town in New Mexico, where he had met her…She should not be in New York, on the eve of a battle.

“Oh, this pesky planet is full of things that should not be…” the god of Mischief muttered. He would rectify the other defects later, when he would become the king of this rock, lost in the galaxy – for now, he could only hope that Barton and the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would find her in time and protect her, at any cost.

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During the battle, the taste of plump lips, the images of pale, soft skin and baby-blue eyes continued to lurk in his subconscious. Loki tried to drive the memories away, but in vain. When he had mocked Thor, and his foolish faith in sentiment, he knew how hypocrite he sounded, since he was a victim of the same weakness. And the taste of failure was even more bitter, because he had no assurance that she was safe…safe from the destruction he had caused.

And then, when he was waiting for the Tesseract to bring him to Asgard, to face Odin’s rage and a probable death sentence, she appeared. Carefree, with that funny contraption she used to wear to enhance her sight, strolling in the park. She was there, oblivious to his presence, unaware of his faults, of his worries, of his true identity. For her, he should remain the man with a fake name and an injured body, who she had helped to recover after his fall from Asgard.

Loki was ready. Ready to face whatever punishment Odin and Thor would inflict on him, and certain that he would do his best-and his worst – to come back to Darcy Lewis.