Loki and Darcy meet a speed dating function. Loki’s there cause Thor forced Loki to come with him and Darcy’s there cause she forced Jane to go.

leftennant:

THIIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!  Somebody needs to fic this right now so I can read it.  Bored, irritated Loki sitting at a table being a sarcastic ass to anyone who sits down with him, and Darcy plopping herself across the table with a loud sigh, because there is NO WAY she is going to have anything in common with the pale, superior looking Renaissance fair reject sitting on the other side.  😉