And I'm the Father!
Tactful people might wonder at how best to break the news to their friends. Or at how said friends might react. Or at least at how they had managed to break the laws of nature.
Darcy was not a tactful person. Good thing, too. A tactful person would be lost on how to handle the situation she was in.
…that didn't mean Darcy knew how to handle it. But it wasn't her fault! – well, it kind of was. Though seriously, how was she supposed to explain that she'd impregnated her boyfriend?
… well, if she had to guess (and since Loki was keeping quiet on the subject, she kind of did) it was most likely the Norse god's idea of a prank. Whatever, the joke would be on him soon enough.
Besides, better him than her.
Just as she was about to deliver the news to everyone in the bluntest way possible, Loki beat her to it. "I'm pregnant."
Silence. Very awkward silence.
Then Jane's jaw dropped. Well, looks like the cat was out of the bag.
Darcy put an arm around Loki's shoulder, pulling his body towards hers. "And I'm the father." She didn't bother hiding the pride in her voice. Sure, lots of people could sleep with a Norse god (and had… coughJanecough). But how many can claim to have knocked one up?
Yup, that was her. Darcy, defier of gender roles and common logic. A bit long winded, but it would make a nice title for her. Everyone else had one, so why shouldn't she?
Anyway, reactions to the news were… diverse.
Once the initial shock wore off, Jane tried to look happy for them, and maybe she was. But that didn't stop the natural horror at Loki and Darcy reproducing from seeping through her expression. Asgard only knew what horrors they would unleash…
Erik merely shook his head in response, barely taken by surprise. Amazing how little actually fazed him these days.
Thor, for his part, beamed at the both of them, though he did take a second to shoot a quizzical glance at his brother. "Again, Loki?"
...wait, what? Again? Oh, he was so explaining that to her later on… for now, Darcy contented herself with a verbal jab at him. "Really get around, don't you?"
The god of mischief smirked. "You have no idea."