/ Thanks for the lovely reviews, you guys are great! I'm a little worried about my Sif, I'm trying to make her a "strong woman" but it might be reading as cold, drop me a review and let me know. Still don't own these guys...but at least they play in my sandbox /

The two Midgardian women quickly grew accustomed to life in Odin's court, well you could say accustomed. Jane was the perfect guest, swept up in the fairy tale magic of Asgard. She curtsied, adored the court dresses they had been given, ate daintily at feasts, and seemed every bit the princess Thor wished to make her. Darcy was another matter. After finding out her cell phone didn't get signal and there was no hope of getting any of this on Facebook she was struck by the realization that there were absolutely no pop-tarts on this stupid planet, needless to say it had gone downhill from there.

Both women got on well with Sif (Darcy thought she was Boss) and the Warriors Three (Hogan and Jane got on surprisingly well) and although they were a bit wary they were beginning to ease up around Loki (Loco Loki, Darcy called him in private). Thor seemed to be under the impression that, since she was in fact female, Sif would be perfect for teaching them the customs and manners associated with Asear women. Needless to say she had laughed in his face when he first voiced the idea. He'd stuck with it though which caused Sif to make a timely exit every time he suggested his plan; nobody noticed how Loki always seemed to vanish as well and the two spent many days wrapped in each other, away from the prying eyes of their friends. The day arrived that Jane and Darcy were to be formally presented to the court as delegates from Midgard and Thor had managed to corner Sif yet again.

"For the final time, no!" Sif sighed, exasperated; she couldn't understand why Thor thought her some expert on womanly tasks just because she was a woman. She hated long itchy dresses and courtly poise and politics made her uncomfortable.

"I'll spar you for it, please Sif." Thor made his best attempt at puppy eyes, hoping his friend would agree.

"You will lose." she never could back down from a challenge, something she regretted later as she cleaned her sword and prepared for an evening of feminine silliness.

The knock on her chamber door came sooner than Sif had anticipated. She was still polishing her weapon and hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up. She sighed; perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. She quite liked the two women and no one could possibly call her delicate if she was acting maidenly on a point of honor owed to a prince.

"You may enter." She called standing and moving to put her sword in its place. The door opened and Darcy and Jane stepped inside. They greeted each other and a moment passed awkwardly before Jane decided it had gone on long enough and promptly told Sif exactly what she thought of Thor's scheme. Sif laughed and the tension eased.

"There are several more ornate gowns in the wardrobe if you wish to borrow one", Sif offered, knowing there had been no time to weave dresses worthy of such an occasion for the two visitors. She rarely wore anything that was in that particular chest, nearly all the garments inside being gifts from her mother. Darcy oohed and started across the room, excited at the prospect of playing dress up. That is until she tripped over something that wasn't there and ended up sprawled on her face.

"What the…" she look to find over half a dozen books scattered as though she had walked into their stack, only she could swear nothing had been there before…"Whose are these?" she asked Sif.

"Oh, they must be mine, I do enjoy light reading, you know." Sif hoped her lie wasn't noticeable. She had told Loki heaven knows how many times not to leave his things lying about her chambers. It seemed instead of listening he had simply spelled them invisible, typical. A smirk played about the corners of her mouth but Sif whipped it off before the other two could notice. Darcy picked up the nearest books, looking at their covers.

"A Theoretical Guide to Associative Mathematics, Geolocation: Advanced Study, War and Peace. This is light reading?" Sif scooped up the books muttering some unintelligible excuse as she crammed them all into the small chest at the foot of her bed. By the Allfather eternal, she was going to kill him. Later, after Darcy had unwittingly revealed two more piles of books, three of his throwing knives, a report containing farmer's complaints he was supposed to present to the council in two days' time, and one lone sock she began to wonder why he hadn't just asked her for a drawer.

/ So the next chapter is just going to be a SifxLoki fluff fest, but I thoght I should try to squeeze some plot in here. I really like the idea of Darcy being sassy and awkward in Asgard. Loki's invisibility spell is kinda like you can't see it until you touch it and Darcy keeps touching stuff by accident. /