disclaimer: I do not own the canon.

author's note: gods are mean and some are more than a little spiteful

summary: this is more than a little family dysfunction/darcyxloki


He's sitting at the table with the paper and his coffee when she wanders in with the needle and thread. Her face is twisted into a grimaced squint as she attempts to thread the eye properly – and it takes several tries before it happens. The girl greets him absentmindedly, scowling at her task and sits down across from him, picking up a battered pair of jeans.

There is only a slight clatter to his coffee, but it is enough to draw her attention from her mending. It does not take her long to make the connection – eyes flickering from his paled face to the needle in her hands,

(later, there are complaints that all of the sewing supplies have gone missing)

(darcy wears holey pants and says nothing)