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The sharp edge of shock and white static thrum of continuous fear upon arriving at the Nexus hotel had begun to fade, mostly because Darcy was five shots of Patrón into her demise and moving fast. It had been a conscious choice when she realized that she was a long, long way from home with no way back to just get so drunk she didn't give a shit, and it was an official success. Darcy had long moved past complacency and, thanks to the Patrón, was now inching towards the level of boisterous that would have her table dancing, if she thought this place was of the sort of calibre that could handle a bitchin', interpretive rendition of "Disco Stick." Since it probably wasn't that sort of place and Darcy didn't care to be escorted out of the hotel and onto some planet she had no working concept of, she was keeping her ass still and settling for occasionally humming.

She'd tried a door for the first time ever that day in search retail therapy and had actually found some boots to pair with her jeans that looked like they could fend off an alien invasion or whatever the fuck had been the catalyst behind landing her in the Nexus, though she assumed, as always, it was on either Jane or her boyfriend. Since she'd mustered the nerve to go shopping mostly because it was too ~~abysmally~~ pleasantly warm on the Nexus grounds for the clothes she'd been wearing in Norway, she'd felt she'd done enough for her day and could reward herself by basting in checked worry and booze. The hotel had given her a phone that worked as long as she wasn't trying to call anyone she needed to call, and the sheer level of frustration involved in being defeated by technology had been enough motivation to skip dinner and head straight for the drinking. She felt a little light-headed, but the blissful fog of approaching ignorance was definitely worth it.

She waved one of the waitresses over to order a sixth shot, and upon recognizing she had yet to truly speak to anyone she hadn't stopped to ask for help, Darcy turned sideways in her chair, fluffed her hair, and gave the room in general a slow look. She thought about smiling to make herself look welcoming, but since she'd be smiling at no one in particular and was no doubt drunk enough that all the muscles in her face wouldn't cooperate at the same time, she held off.

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Darcy blinked for a full second before smiling, utterly charmed. She'd forgotten in her drunkenness that there was a distinct chasm between her version of slang and Thor's. Had she been sober, she may or may not have attempted to watch herself, but in this particular instance, she was glad she hadn't, mostly because she found it utterly adorable.

"We don't have to hunt them," she said brightly. "Thank God. I don't think I could master stealth in these shoes. It's a term for a sort of picture we can take together." She held up her pone. "On my phone. Would you mind if we did that?"

"No, I would not mind," Thor said with a quick laugh. A photograph was something he could understand a lot better than some creature called a selfie that he had never seen skulking around the forests on Asgard.

"I will have to bend down to get into the frame, though. You Midgardian women tend to be short in stature."

Darcy laughed as Thor laughed, feeling the ease of old friendship settle over her as she leaned in and bumped at his bicep (or honestly, just above his elbow) with her shoulder. "Or you could pick me up," she offered dryly, her lips curling up in her teasing. "But if you insist on bending over, I'll do my best to adequately enjoy the view."

"I could pick you up," he agreed, grinning back. "But I do not know how Jane would feel about that and while she is small, she is very, very fierce. She did hit me with her car."

That had been an accident, of course, and Thor had never held it against her but his first experience with a car had been being struck by one at high speed and he would never forget that.

"Good man," Darcy said, giving Thor what could be described as only a loving punch to his giant bicep. If he'd taken her teasing seriously, she was glad he'd opted to act in a respectful way to Jane. Not that she'd really expected anything else. It was also true that Jane had hit him with her car, and the memory of such made Darcy grin. "I'm glad you're doing right by Jane. If you weren't, I'd have to hit you with the taser again. After she hit you with the car, of course."

"I will never do ill by Jane," Thor promised her. "If I should break my promise, you have my permission to take whatever action you deem necessary to punish me for my transgression. I love her. I would never hurt her."

"Good," Darcy said with a single, decisive nod. "You've got that whole thundery myuh-myuh thing, but you can fully expect an ass kicking should I ever hear anything otherwise." Darcy wasn't the sort of girl that eagerly and willingly believed in happily ever afters, and if Thor and Jane someday parted out of a mutual decision, that would be one thing. She would, however, do her best to light him up with every taser she owned if he did something stupid, like cheat. She lifted one of her arms and held up her phone. "But since we're still cool now, selfie?"

"Selfie," he agreed, grinning toward her phone. He had taken a photograph before and knew that he was meant to smile while doing it. The humans of Midgard loved to memorialize every moment of their lives and while he did not understand it, he could respect it.

Darcy lifted her phone, triggered the camera app, and rested her face against the side of one giant bicep as she fired off the first shot. It was crooked in the way apparent hipsters had decided was artistic, but she'd managed to at least get all of his face and that was the real money shot, wasn't it? "This is going on Facebook," she said. "Maybe after we get back to the hotel. I can't imagine you get awesome cell reception in Asgard, huh?"

"I do not think your phone will work here," he agreed. It was something that had previously been unnecessary, the means to communicate between Midgard and Asgard outside of Heimdall.

"What is Facebook?"

"It's a social thing, where you can share pictures and talk with friends," Darcy said. "You'll be a hit, I'm betting. Dem arms were made for the 'like' button, and I mean that in the most friendly and platonic way possible." She hooked her arm through his again, then craned her head allllllll the way back in order to smile up at him. "Should I get an Asgardian dress for dinner, or is your dad pretty cool about that sort of thing?"

"You should probably dress for the occasion. He frowns upon coming to the table in less than finery," Thor said. He knew all too well what happened when he turned up for a formal supper still clad in greaves and helm.

"So you're going to hook me up with a proper Asgardian wardrobe, right?" Darcy said, brightening to the idea. She couldn't imagine she'd ever look as tall and striking as apparently everyone in this, uh, realm was, but she would surely like the chance to try. "I need something I can cinch at my waist," she told him, demonstrating by putting her hands about her waist and drawing them in. "Gotta define my silhouette or I'll look like a potato."

"Doubtful," Thor said, laughing a little. "I'm sure we can find something appropriate for you to wear. There are plenty of gowns in all shapes and sizes for the rare occasion that we might have a guest."

"Oh good," she said at his comment regarding 'all shapes and sizes'. "I was worried everyone around here was built like brick shithouses, like you." She nudged him gently, grinning. "Which, well, I guess that's not really a worry. It's actually what I'm sort of banking on in terms of finding a husband, but I'm glad they might know what to do with all of this." She made a gesture to her body for further explanation.

Thor laughed softly. "I do not think you will have a problem in that department but I will kill anyone who hurts you, so, it may be something of a deterrent." Thor could imagine it would frighten off all but the most ardent and determined suitors.

"Aw, shucks," Darcy said, dryly. "I'm not sure I've ever had anyone threaten genocide for me before." She gave him a full, playful bat of her lashes, then gently hooked her arm through his. Her hand rested on his bicep, and she supposed that wasn't entirely an accident, but she was keeping it non-creepy. "Lead me to the fountain of husbands than, good Thor. Or I guess, lead me to something that will make me look cute first, then the fountain of husbands."

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