Summary:In which Loki is concerned about Darcy's bruises. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Another day, another gold coin.
Alright, that's not how the saying goes, but whatever. Darcy's life is weird, and that's okay.
Darcy's sitting at the desk she was given, read through emails and websites and other researchy things that the Embassy needs. And she's bought herself a respectable office attire wardrobe. Today, she's in a deep plum blouse and grey pencil skirt that is not recommended for her curves, but she doesn't care. Reading and typing away, Darcy's kicked her heels off and tucked a leg under herself, maknig hte skirt ride up and reveal a deep set bruise. It's yellowing on the edges, and matches the yellowing edge of the bruise just barely peeking out of the droop shoulder of her blouse. Earbugs in her ears, Darcy's bobbing her head and half singing along (off key, it sounds a little like Julia Roberts in the bathtub in 'Pretty Woman').
Loki comes drifting by. In general, he does make requests of her that are seemingly pretty innocuous. Researching about this and that, finding out who owns what property around here. He comes swooping up today though to stop in front of the desk. He eyes the bruises and then lifts his chin. Then he snaps, petulantly once. "Darcy."
"..the taste of her cheery chap-" what? Darcy sits up as the sound of her name cuts through the din of music she was jamming out to. She reaches up to pull the earbuds out before pausing the song. A bright smile blooms on her face as her chin tips up and back so she can look Loki in the eye.
"Yeah, Boss?" she asks, tone light and airy and careless. And then. "I mean, Yes, Your Highness? Sorry." She corrected herself, the words, not the tone. The tone was brightly and cheerfully respectful even at the start.
"What's with the bruises, to /start/? Did you have a fight with Sif?" Loki asks somewhat protectively. Sif should not be beating up his stuff!
"What?" Darcy asks, her face filled with confusion. She starts looking over herself, but not where she's bruised.
"No. Sif and I did not get into a fight. What bruises?" she's rambling, pushing herself up to look, eyes skimming over the yellowing ones like they aren't even there.
Loki knits his brows. "On your leg…and on your arm. If you are trying to lie to me…you know how ridiculous that would be, right?"
On her leg? Darcy twists, pulling her skirt up to look at the yellowing bruise before turning and twisting the other way to look at that thigh. Nope. All clear there. As for her arm, again she looks, pulling her the shoulders of her blouse down to see better and again seems not to register the yellowing bruises beyond a light rub on them. Accused of lying, she looks up at Loki with a look that's all genuine hurt.
"What the fuck would I lie, man? That's just… no. Stretch the truth into a fun story? Sure. Out right LIE? Come on. That's rude and disrespectful. I like you too much to be like that. Now, what bruises? I don't have any new ones, and Sif had nothing to do with it. In fact? Sif's probably got a bruise on her ass right now."
The Prince looks at her, and her evasion, then lids his eyes. "Nevermind. I don't care enough to draw it out into a lengthy discussion. You obviously do not wish to tell me. Secondly, tell me how getting Sif a phone is going."
Darcy huffs. "No. I mean that.. Look. I bruise easily. If you don't believe me, grab my arm, give a good squeeze, and then wait an hour. This one?" Darcy points at the one on her thigh. "Two weeks old. I slammed into Beyonslay and she laid me out. This one?" Darcy points at her arm. "Enya Fayce. I didn't dodge in time and she nudged me into the wall. I play a contact sport. I'm gonna get roughed up. Now. The phone. I'm having trobule finding something ready to use that's built to handle Asgardian strength, but I've got a few promising leads. I've ordered Otterbox, LifeProof, and one that's something military grade that can handle being run over by a tank. I probably shouldn't have been able to do that, but one of my girls from Hell's Belles is an upper upper or something and told me who to poke. Dropping the Embassy name helped too."
Loki wets his lips. "That is fine then. It sounds like you are working diligently to…get her set up, finally. Do you have any particular concerns right now? How did you break Sif's ass?" Loki asks curiously, tapping his fingertips together in front of him.
"Right now? I guess it depends on what," Darcy starts, grinning a bit before laughing brightly at the idea of breaking Sif's butt.
"Oh, God. Loki.. no.. tthat's.. just. You can't say it.. That way! I mean it's…" Darcy dobles over, gasping for breath. "Okay I'm fine I'm fine. How did I bruise her you mean? I didn't. She fell down ALL on her own. I wasn't anywhere near her."