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Darcy thinks of the sharp curve of Loki's smile, of his long pale fingers and his eyes like chips of ice. Some things are much more amazing and important than photosynthesis and YouTube and the ability to eat a whole box of Pop Tarts.
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- Part 1 of Darcy cycle
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"Didn't he eventually get tired of being screwed around?" Darcy asks. They're sitting side-by-side on swings at the park, purple evening lowering around them. "Seriously, fuck those gods."
"He did," Loki says quietly. "There came a day when he went to their great feast hall and finally spoke every truth he knew, of their hypocrisy and their falsehood and their cruelty. But when something ugly is shown its reflection, the mirror is the thing smashed."
Darcy's heel drags through woodchips. She twists, the chains of her swing drawing inwards. "So what did they do?"
Loki stares up at the sky. The line of his neck is so vulnerable that Darcy reaches automatically for her taser, as though Loki can't protect himself much better than she could ever protect him. "Nothing," Loki murmurs. "They've done nothing yet."
There is a deep dread under the words. Darcy doesn't ask what they're going to do. She just curls her fingers around the taser inside her bag and says, "They'd better not."
Maybe being in stasis has muffled her ability to feel emotions. But she looks at Loki, lying there shivering with the aftershocks of pain and watching her like he still knows her secret, knows she's capable of things, and her heart wells up with the desire to take on anything for Loki or with him.
"If," Darcy says, and remembers that hope is a weapon too. "When we escape, what's going to happen?"
Loki's mouth curves up into the familiar sharp smile. "The end of the world," he says.
Darcy smiles back.