When she was six, Darcy decided to boycott the light of the sun by hiding out in her parents cellar for three days straight, only emerging once she realized her Pop-tarts weren't a self sustainable food. The bright morning sunlight had hurt like a fist to the eye. This light was brighter than the sun, golden, and covered everything. She didn't know if her body existed or if there was anyone or anything other than light.

"Our lady awakes."

A symphony of voices assaulted Darcy's ears, and she wondered how what sounded like thousands of people could speak the same words simultaneously.

"She will claim the throne."

"Must she fight…she must."

"Where the fuck am I?" Darcy groaned.

"Home." The voices answered.

The word sparked something painful in Darcy's chest, and she gasped. 'Home. I should be home.' Darcy thought frantically, trying to remember that cellar in her memories and her parents faces. Her mother's face frowned in her memory, and Darcy felt the memory slipping away. She needed something to hold onto.

Flashback.

A blonde woman with shoulder length curled hair, wearing a dress and apron that looked like it belonged in the 1950's stared down at a child version of Darcy with a deep frown.

"Mom, I said I was sorry."

Darcy's mother crouched down and let her red manicured nails trail along her cheeks. The going off credits to "The Land Before Time", trailed down the tv behind Mrs. Lewis, catching Darcy's attention, as she wanted to look anywhere but at her mother's brown eyes.

"Baby." Mrs. Lewis crooned, forcing Darcy's attention back on her.

"I'm going to the store with Edna and Joe. Since you think its perfectly acceptable for you to pull another girls hair, you can forget about going Trick or Treating with your father when he comes home from work."

"Lisa pulled mine first." Darcy yelled.

"Be that as it may, there are better ways to handle your problems." Mrs. Lewis said standing to her full height and putting her hands on her hips. "Fighting is what men are for. Find someone else to fight your battles. You don't understand now Baby, because you're too young, but someday you'll be as big and pretty as mommy, and you'll want to stay pretty. Getting into fights will leave you black, blue, and broken." Mrs. Lewis said smiling sadly down at her daughter.

"But I won!" Darcy fumed.

Mrs. Lewis looked above Darcy's head at the the family picture frames nailed to the wall, with a distant look in her eyes.

"You won't win them all, and that's what I'm afraid of." Mrs. Lewis cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes, steeping away from Darcy to grab her purse from off the couch in front of the tv. She pulled out her compact mirror and checked her makeup, before placing the compact back in her purse.

"Be good." Mrs. Lewis left to go to the store and came back six months later remarried.

End Flashback

"She will fight when she comes about her senses, and gazes upon her children."

Darcy broke away from the painful memory, as a familiar singular voice met her ears. 'Ambee.' Darcy frowned. 'Pregnant…I'm suppose to be in labor.' Darcy thought panicking, as she remembered going into labor while traveling through the Stonehenge express. The bright light dimmed to a soft golden glow, and Darcy looked up to see a glass dome and beyond that a night sky filled with stars and four moons that seemed much closer than Earth's moon. She laid atop of a glorified concrete slab encrusted with bright glimmering gems of varying hues. Turning her head to her left Darcy's wide eyes met the smiling face of Darius's right hand woman, as naked as the day she was born. Any other time Darcy would have cracked a wise remark, but the fear and trepidation of not hearing the sound of crying or anyone but Ambee, caused Darcy's heart to race.

Darcy struggled to move the rest of her body to a sitting position and when she couldn't, Ambee raced over to her.

"May you calm yourself my queen. Your children are but meters away."

"Why can't I move."

"You have been in your slumber after such a difficult birth and—"

"Slumber?" Darcy asked feeling her irritation grow. "Who the fuck sleeps through labor? Tell me where my children are right now damn it!"

"The gravitational force on this world, is much different than Earth's my queen. You are Dresleim, may you will yourself to rise."

Darcy powered her limbs with her anger and sat up and threw her legs off of the slab to rest her bare feet against the dew laden grass covered floor.

"Where" Darcy growled as she stood to her full height, ignoring the white gown that was so form fitting she might as well have been naked. "Is my baby?"

"We are here mother."

Darcy froze.

"They have been beside you since birth my queen. They imprinted to you and took on a human appearance."

Darcy turned around, and met the fearful gaze of two children who looked to be seven years old. One was a girl and the other a boy. The girl had blue eyes and black hair and the boy had green eyes and brunette hair. The girl was taller than the boy by 3 inches as she hide behind him shyly while he clutched one of her trembling hands. A golden tiara adorned the head of the girl. The girl wore an elaborate golden gown, while the boy dressed in a worn brown tunic and brown pants. They both were barefoot.

They were too old to be her children, yet Darcy could clearly see the resemblance to herself and Loki in both of them. They both possessed bits and pieces of their parents features, and yet they were twins. "H-ow. W-who." Darcy was speechless as she backed away and collapsed to her knees crying.

"You slumbered for seven years as your body adapted and healed, preparing you for your coronation."

Darcy felt cheated. She had to leave her home, become queen to a race of people she never knew, and miss the birth of her children and the first seven years of their life. They didn't even know her. They probably hated her.

CH 7

Darcy's daughter held her hand out at the decorated slab of concrete and made a shooing motion with his hand, causing the concrete slab to glide to the other end of the glass dome. Darcy stared at her kids waiting for the words of hatred they might have. Her daughter whispered something to her son, causing him to frown.

"One was born in the image of Dresleim the other Jotun, but both immediately took your image."

"Jotun?" Darcy whispered, remembering when she slept with Loki…remembering his blue skin and red eyes. It didn't escape Darcy's notice that her daughter tried to hide more at the mention of Jotun.

"I did not bestow them with names, as that was not my place." Ambee said.

"Your place?" Darcy asked, breaking eye contact with her children as rage consumed her. Darcy's body became covered in flames, as her dressed vanished to be replaced with her golden armor. "You stole them away from me you bitch!" Darcy yelled, taking her rage out on Ambee, because she got to watch Darcy's children learn to walk, say their first words…they probably viewed Ambee as their mother. Holding out her hand, Darcy let her sword materialize and clenched the hilt so tight her hand hurt.

Ambee's eyes became alarmed, and she dropped to her knees and crossed her arms to form an "X" in front of her chest.

"If I have caused you harm my Queen please end me." Ambee said.

Darcy stabbed her sword into the ground next to Ambee's thigh causing the woman to flinch.

"Get out!" Darcy yelled balling her fist and trembling, while trying to control the urge to punch the woman trembling before her in the face.

"As you wish." Ambee said, scrambling to her feet and teleporting out of the room.

Darcy put her hands in her overgrown hair and pulled. If her son and daughter weren't afraid of her before they were probably traumatized by now. Darcy didn't feel like coping, because she didn't know how. She didn't know how to deal with kids, she had only been a child once and that didn't automatically give her a damn certification on children, especially her children. 'Oh my god! I went to sleep and woke up a mother. I'm a freaking mom!' Darcy thought, running her her seven years of uncut hair growth that reached just above her butt. There were braids in her hair. 'Someone has put little braids in my hair…and I am a freaking mother. I am a freaking mother." Darcy thought repeatedly feeling herself hyperventilate as she began to pace around. She stopped and turned to look at her kids, not sure what to say.

'Oh god, I'm just like my mother…I'm like that parent that went to the goddamn store and never came back.'

"Mother do you—" Darcy's son trailed off, looking at the ground. He seemed to debate what he wanted to say before continuing. "Do you not want us?"

Darcy immediately became assaulted with her children's emotions of sadness and fear, surprisingly she couldn't feel any hatred, and yet she felt her own heartbreak, because her son didn't want to meet her eyes.

"I thought you guys would hate my guts…I-I don't know anything about being a mother. I'm not-" Darcy's vision blurred through her tears. "I can't even talk, shit I'm fucking this up." Darcy covered her mouth at her swearing, and chuckled without humor. "I'm cursing around kids, my kids. Oh god, I'm so sorry." Darcy's heart broke even more when her daughter started to cry. "Can I hug you?" Darcy asked her two children, who both looked up at her as if she offered to buy them a toy store. Darcy could feel their sadness began. Her daughter ran from behind her son and launched herself at Darcy, quickly wrapping her arms around Darcy's hip and hugging the life out of her. Darcy wondered who she inherited her strong arms from, Darcy's son immediately followed, hugging Darcy's side, and she immediately felt love bloom in her chest. They were hers and Loki's, even if she missed so much of their lives, they were still hers, she just didn't know if she would ever get use to being somebody's mom. Darcy wrapped her arms around their shoulders, and noticed that she was still on fire, yet her children didn't seem affected.

"I wish Loki could see you two. We created some good looking kids together." Darcy said sniffling as she combed her hands through her children's hair. Both of their hair had a wavy texture.

"What are your names?" Darcy hiccuped pulling away and wiping at her eyes before holding her son's face in her hands and rubbing his tears away, she turned and repeated the motion with her daughter who smiled.

"You have not bestowed a name to us mother." Her son answered, still not staring directly in her eyes.

"Bestowed? Kid You sound just like Loki." Darcy said grinning as she thought how Loki might get a kick out of a mini version of himself. 'Or not.' Darcy frowned. 'I don't know what he'd like, we had a one night stand.'

"Mother you must come we have much to show you." Her daughter spoke softly, locking her eyes with Darcy and smiling shyly.

Darcy smiled back, but immediately frowned when her son still refused to meet her eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Darcy asked smoothing her hand through her son's hair. At the question Darcy's daughter paused and walked back to gently grab ahold of her brother's hand.

"Her excitement." Darcy's son answered. "She is worried that she'll change in front of you, and you will know she is not Dresleim, and you like the others will scorn her."

"Brother, mother was addressing you." Darcy's daughter answered.

Darcy frowned. Someone was bullying her daughter. "Whose talking crap about you?" Darcy asked, looking around for other people only to find other large glass domes surrounding the one they were in. Darcy looked back at her daughter, and knelt to be eye level to her and grabbed her hand and her son's hand. Darcy looked from her son to her daughter frowning.

"I know we've just met and you probably don't trust me—"

"You are our mother, we trust you and we've known you since birth." Darcy's son answered, causing Darcy to choke back a grateful sob. Her children were turning out to be really cool.

"I want both of you to show me what you look like, if this is just a disguise. You've seen me lit up like a blow torch." Darcy waited as her daughter chewed on her bottom lip, before exhaling. With her daughter's exhale went her pale skin and blue eyes. Cautious red eyes, and dark blue ridged skin met Darcy's happy gaze.

"You're just as beautiful as Loki." Darcy said smiling, kissing her daughters forehead. "Your dad is blue too; though I like to think of him as a homicidal smurf." Darcy bit her lip, instantly regretting calling Loki homicidal in front of their kids. She didn't want them to hate their father. They can form their own decisions about him. She was going to make sure Loki didn't miss anymore years of his kids lives, if he wanted to see them that is.

"I cannot change here mother, the elders will kill me or force me to exile if I do." Darcy's son answered.

"Kill you?" Darcy's eyes widened. "Who?"

Darcy's daughter stood on her tip toes and whispered in her ear.

"He is male mother, men cannot rule."

Darcy hit her own forehead with her palm, dumbfounded at what she was hearing. She wondered what kind of backwards sexist planet she and her kids were on.

"I need a history lesson." Darcy groaned, feeling a headache forming.

"I am the first son of our yet to be coronated queen. The royal lineage belongs to my sister and not I. I am my sisters servant and guardian as I shall be yours mother." Darcy's son answered, falling to his knees and crossing his arms in front of his chest in an identical pose to Ambee.

Darcy's eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed several times before her flames roared to life from her body, filling the entire room. Her son's rags and his refusal to meet her eyes, all made sense to her now.

"Who made those fucking reverse backwater sexist rules!?" Darcy yelled, standing her full height and pacing angrily, before spinning back around and crouching down to her son's level. She placed her hands on his arms.

"You are nobody's freaking house elf!" "You're the son of a bad ass Political Science major and a freaking Norse god, you serve no one unless you get a job in the customer service industry, that is totally cool, because you'll be getting a paycheck." Darcy softened her glare as she sensed her son's fear."You can look anyone in the eye and if they have something to say about it. Tell them to kiss your ass and come see me." Darcy lifted her son's chin. "If your mother and father are royalty, what does that make you?" Darcy asked seriously.

"The laws…" Darcy's son began.

"Are meant to be broken, now show me whose kid you are and look me in the eyes." Darcy smiled as her son smiled and brought his green eyes to meet Darcy's blue eyes. Darcy stood to her feet while using one hand to pull her son to his feet. She would be damned if anyone of her kids were going to develop an inferiority complex. She would not have her son and daughter grow up to have the relationship their father had with his brother.

"Can I still protect you mother and my sister?" Darcy's son asked frowning.

The corners of Darcy's mouth edged upward in a smile. "I'll keep you two safe, but when I can't its up to you to have each other's backs…" Darcy paused, as her thoughts became consumed with Loki. She wondered if he knew she had left Earth and that he was a father. They had both missed out on seven years of their children lives.

'What would he have wanted to name them? Did she even have a right to name them? Did they call each other anything other than sister and brother? What were their favorite foods or colors?'

"Mother?"

Darcy was broken from her thoughts by her daughter's questioning voice.

"This is our father, he's a Jotun like me?" Darcy's Daughter stared at the image of Loki with a child's longing for their parent that broke Darcy's heart.

Darcy watched as her son and daughter held hands, and her daughter waved her hand above their head at the center of the glass dome. The entire dome became a giant screen showing images of Loki. Images from Darcy's memories of him on Asgard and Earth, ones that she would not have wanted her children to see, especially the moment when they were conceived.

Darcy put a hand to her mouth and gasped in shock, as the image of Loki faded away and all her memories from as far back as she could remember to now flashed across the screen in rapid succession.

"We wanted to know more about you, and Ambee taught us how." Darcy's son said, turning his head over his shoulder to smile up at a crying Darcy, slowly raising his green eyes to meet hers."This is why you are not a stranger to us mother. When ever we wanted you to wake up and you would not, we watched your memories."

Darcy's eyes never looked away from the soundless movie of her life airing inside of the dome. Her children had dissected her above PG-13 rated life. Seen her at her worst. Watched from her perspective as she beat someone with a pipe when she was a child. Seen her taser Thor until he fell unconscious. Watched her failed relationships, one night stands, and walks of shame.

"We did not know what the names for Earth's technology was called, so Ambee watched with us and taught us." Darcy's daughter said excitedly. "What kind of songs did you hear on your Ipod? What do Poptarts taste like?"

Closing her eyes, Darcy tried to control her breathing and calm her mounting anger. She didn't want to lash out at her kids. Did they know, that watching her life without her permission was wrong? What they were watching was intimate and private and meant only for her to remember. This was wrong. She had just met them, they were apart of her and she loved them, but she wasn't ready to share this much, to be this open, this fast. They had pried from her mind, what she would have wanted to share with them as stories or jokes over the course of years. She didn't get to raise them, she didn't get to tell them about her life, or where she came from. What did they need her for. Why had she even woken up?

"Turn it off now!" Darcy demanded. She didn't want to open her eyes to check if they listened, instead she clenched her fist so tight that her nails cut into her palm as she walked to the other end of the dome and collapsed on the floor. Darcy pulled her knees to her chest and buried her head in her knees. Rocking as much as she could in the fetal position on the ground, Darcy didn't care if her tears and snot were creating a puddle where her head met her knees. She didn't care if the ground opened up and swallowed her whole; she hoped that it would. She found a ring in an attic, became queen of a race of people she had never met, woke up from a comma months into her pregnancy, went into some type of fucked up slumber and woke up to her own children being seven years old, knowing everything about her…but raised by Darius's right hand woman.

Darcy screamed in anguish, as gut wrenching sobs tore from her.

Ambee and Darius had taken everything from her, and Darcy felt herself become consumed with a hatred so dark and deep that it frightened her. For the first time in her life, she honestly wanted to kill someone.