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Chapter 1

Darcy Lewis awoke suddenly from the dream she had been having. Her dreams mostly consisted of images of warriors dressed much like she remembered Thor dressed as when he had gotten his powers back. but there two men standing above her. One older than the other, though it was hard to tell, for they both looked young. She didn't understand why she felt a connection to both of them but she did. She wasn't sure what the dream meant but she wanted to find out. She got out of bed and went into the kitchen where her mother was making coffee.

"Darcy, dear, did you have that dream again?" her mother asked concerned.

"Yeah, that's the fourth time this week, Mom. I wish I knew what it meant."

Her mother looked at her daughter wondering if she should tell her daughter about her past or wait until a better time. She knew Darcy had always wondered where her father was or what had happened to him and as the years went by it was getting harder to keep her secret, just that, a secret. She did however know what her daughter's dreams were and where they were coming from.

"Mom?" Darcy asked when she noticed that her mother had spaced out.

"Sorry, dear. Did you say something?"

"Yeah, I did actually. I wanted to know if you will ever tell me whatever happened to my dad. I think I am old enough to understand what happened now Mom. I am after all twenty four years old. I mean unless he was your one true love and he died you don't have to tell me but at least tell me if he is alive."

Sighing, her mother sat down at the breakfast table and looking at her daughter said, "Darcy, my story starts many, many years ago. I want you to listen to me dear with an open mind and don't ask questions until I am through okay?"

Darcy nodded and waited patiently for her mother to finally tell her story.

"My story, Darcy, starts over a thousand years ago. I was mortal then. It was at this time that I met your father. He was, and I am not sure if he still is, a solider of Asgard. We fell in love and he took me back to Asgard with him. I am still not sure why Odin allowed me to consume the Apple of Immortality but he did and your father and I were married. We were happy but I was not able to conceive which saddened both of us. Then about a hundred years into our marriage I found myself with child and when it came time to give birth I gave my husband a son; your brother."

Darcy was surprised by this information but was stopped from asking anything when her mother continued.

"Years later, I again found myself with child again and I gave birth. This time to a beautiful baby girl. The child was so beautiful that Odin asked that we betroth her to his youngest son in hopes that one day she could be his saving grace, for the son was very mischievous and wild. No sooner had the two become betrothed Asgard had been attacked and your father sent my daughter and I to Earth once again to keep us safe. He kept our son there as he was already a great warrior and Asgard needed him."

"Before you ask, Darcy, yes, you are that child. Your dreams are memories that were suppressed to keep you safe but now that you are old enough they are resurfacing. It is time for you to return to Asgard, my dear. If you do not others will know that you have stopped aging. In fact you stopped aging upon your twenty first birthday."

"Mother! Are you saying I am essentially engaged to a man I have never met?"

"Yes," her mother said.

"I don't know what to say! I should be angry that you kept all this from me, but somehow I can't seem to find it in myself to do so. You could have told me I have a brother! And why didn't dad come back for you? Do you think he died in the fight and that is why he didn't come back?"

"Darcy, I don't know why he didn't come back for me. I do know that if he could have he would've. I am sorry about not telling you but like your father, I do not know if your brother is even alive. That was the reason I did not tell you about him. I saw no point in getting your hopes up of having a sibling only to find out he was dead."

"How exactly do I get back to Asgard Mother?" Darcy finally asked.

Her mother took off her necklace and handed it to her daughter. "This is how you will get back."

Darcy took the necklace and put it around her neck. "Mother, I don't want to ask but it seems that if I am to return to Asgard then I need to at least know who my betrothed is. You have said that he was the youngest son of Odin but….." Darcy stopped and her heart stopped as a look of dread came over her features. "NO! No, No, NO!" she cried out in realization. "There is no way I will marry him!"

"Darcy, you have no choice. You cannot break the betrothal no matter how much you wish it. You are to be Loki's bride."

Darcy wanted to cry. After meeting Thor in New Mexico and with what happened in New York the year before, she really could not find it in herself to like the God of Mischief. He had tried to take over her realm!

"Why me? He probably doesn't even remember he has a betrothed. Besides that he will think me mortal and beneath him! You saw the footage from New York mother! He tried to take over the planet!"

"I know but you can change him Darcy. Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, has already seen this."

Darcy could only shake her head in confusion and despair. She didn't want to marry the fallen prince. Yet she knew she had no choice in the matter. Then an idea struck. Maybe if her brother was still alive she could have him help her break the betrothal.

Her mind made up she hugged her mother and went back to bed.