Loki, Loki, Loki. Her voice rings in his ears. Where did she ever find out what his name is? Loki curses and fiddles with his tie for the hundredth time. He can't get her image out of his head, and it's darn distracting. In a bad way. That woman is not even sane for God's sake. She thinks he's some sort of villain who plans to take over the world.

"But she's got a fabulous imagination," Thor tells him once, when they are discussing patients. "You have to admit that it's a really complex world she built in her imagination."

He doesn't have to admit anything, Loki decides after a moment. "I would rather she would be less fabulous, as you put it." And he would, because despite the fact that she's constantly calling his name, she's not actually calling him.

The Loki she screams for when she's made to take her pills is certainly not him. It's her made up hero, villain or whatever he is. And that really drives him crazy. The tie strains against his neck. Distantly he wonders if it's possible to suffocate himself with it. Maybe. He unties the blasted thing and sends it flying to the floor. A glass of spirits rests on the table. Loki takes it without blinking and downs the whole thing. On the bright side, he's no longer suffocating. The alcohol soothes him, to a point. And once he is relaxed, it's time for her to invade his mind again.

Miss Darcy Lewis, Loki thinks bitterly. He cannot help but wonder what would have happened had she been at least a little bit sane. They might have got along tremendously. But, as is his luck, Loki never did like the normal girls. It makes sense that he would fall for one on the other side altogether. Luckily, he has learned long ago to keep things like these to himself. Thor makes his life hard enough. "Never give my brother more ammo than needed," he mutters, filling the glass again.

Loki, Loki, Loki, goes the chant again, threatening to affect him even more. He can't get it out of his head. He can't get her out of his head. Damn it, he's tired of it all. She wants this and she wants that, and Loki is half convinced to give her everything she wants. A new dress, a walk outside. He even considers becoming her villain. Her hero? Her anything really. She can ask whatever of him. For the moment he is willing to do whatever she asks.

Or maybe not. Reality hits him with its force. That woman is mad, Loki reminds himself, and I'm drunk. He swallows some more burning liquid, feeling it glide down his throat. "I'm drunk," he says to no one in particular. "She's absolutely crazy and I'm totally smashed. What a couple we are."

Only they are not. A couple that is. Because Loki never tells her anything besides that she is supposed to take her pills. The perfect actress, Darcy Lewis plays her part, obstinately refusing to do as she's told.