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The trickster was seen. Discovered in his misery by a mere mortal female. She spared him a second glance, curious as to why Thor's estranged brother would find himself here on Midgard. Hazel eyes watched his movements with a focused stare, body preparing itself to defend against an attack if necessary. This is not exactly how Darcy expected she'd be introduced to the legendary criminal. Crossing paths outside a New Mexico grocery store...how pathetic.

Loki did not appear to the man she'd thought him to be. Thor described him as misunderstood, Banner claimed his mind was a bag of crazy cats and Natasha easily spoke his name in addition to gifting him the title of a mass murderer. Loki, the immortal to be feared, was weakened to such a state that he was forced to sulk on Midgard's realm. When Loki came further into view, despite attempting to shield himself in the shadows, Darcy called him over. She took a risk, calling out to the murderous man. 

"Oi!" Darcy is not known to be discreet. "Loki! Get over here!" Fear is not forgotten, but discarded aside in her momentary bravery. Darcy knows she's putting herself in potential danger, but her mind is not focused on protecting herself. She's more concerned with Loki's condition. 

"Since when do murders shed a tear?" Darcy's full lips tilted into a smirk, she rose from her seated position and stepped, slowly, towards Loki. "Need a tissue, man?" She offered him a napkin from her pocket, wrinkled and partially stained.[/center]