Darcy had trouble understanding his logic. She gaped at him, her brows furrowed together. “Wait, you have to enslave an entire planet because you don’t belong?” She said breathlessly, her hand reaching out to grab at the corner of his suit. “No one feels like they belong anywhere. That’s… a really shitty reason to rule people. You think taking things over will make you feel like you belong? That’s selfish. It’s unbelievably selfish. Stupid.” She slapped at him again. God, why did she feel so sad for him? Stupid, stupid. “You could run away, you could find someplace to just be. You have a whole universe, but you want to take over mine just so you don’t feel trapped? Go, go away.” She batted her hand at him weakly, pushing her palm against his back.
It didn’t feel like much of anything when she hit him, so he allowed it. “As you wish,” He spoke in a mildly mocking voice, head inclining as a faint smile came along his face. “Do try to avoid hitting your head, will you?” Loki chuckled, before vanishing out of the room, leaving no trace of evidence that he was even there in the first place.