That evening, Jane sits in her room, trying to decide what to wear to the feast, or if to attend at all. She's been wearing her bathrobe most of the day. Motivation to dress after a long bath soaked away the dust of the battle just isn't there. So she lounges. But there is a celebration she is expected to join and a bathrobe is not acceptable feast wear. She stares at the wardrobe. So many greys, blues, and lavenders. Pretty, but not exactly celebratory. In her clothes from home, there are few brighter options, and none of them would be appropriate.

Darcy bursts into the room with a bundle of silk in her arms, "Jane! Jane! They made us new clothes! Come on, you have got to see this!" Darcy dumps the silk onto Jane's bed and strips down to her underwear. She tugs the dress over her head and it flutters to the floor in layers of midnight blue, the hem of the dress deep crimson as though she has been walking through blood. "I look like a fucking badass. I'm like Xena, but better. Isn't this amazing? Come on, help me with my hair. Fandral's going to be all spiffy and I want to make the other girls jealous as fuck." She dances in place, "Guess who married the knife-fighting warrior princess? Fandral. Oh, you used to shag him after feasts? Too bad, mine now! Check out this sexy booty. Don't make me shank you."

Jane can't help but laugh, "Hey, you're not the princess. That's me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm appointing myself Princess of the realm of Michigan."

Jane giggles and brings over a brush and begins to go through Darcy's curls; Darcy snatches the brush from her hands and shakes it at her, "What are you doing, girl? You're in a robe! Go on, look at your new fancies."

"Darce, I'm not sure I'm even going tonight..."

"Yes, you are. The flying frying pan of doom is going to be a thing. Now come on, get dressed." She unties Jane's belt. Jane hugs the robe closed, "Girl, don't make me undress you."

Jane reties the robe and then untangles the long gown Darcy dumped on the bed. It is a deep emerald trimmed in gold, a fine black lace shawl for her shoulders.

"Get dressed, Sister. We've got an entrance to make."

"No. I mean, it's gorgeous, but the person I should be entering with is locked in a dungeon."

"Please? Sif's been begging me to make sure you come. I think she plans to tell Thor her big news after he's good and drunk tonight."

"You're not going to stop bugging me until I say yes, are you?"

"Nope."

"Fine. I'll go."

Darcy squeals, then pulls a box from her jacket pocket, "Oh- this. Thor sent it. He said it should be yours."

"I don't want gifts from my ex."

"I don't think it's from your ex. Open it."

She does. There is a note inside.

Loki,

Thor's queen will have most of the royal jewels, but these I have saved for your wife. Whomever you choose, I will embrace her. You do not need to keep her secret from me, even if you wish to keep her from your father so he cannot disapprove. I will never choose your love for you.

I think you will like these, dear one. I hope to see you give them to her, but you are such a private young man and I envision you will prefer to gift such a grand thing in private. Your wife will well deserve them and I will look forward to seeing her wear them.

Mother.

Jane lifts a glittering emerald, gold, and onyx necklace from the box, "Holy shit...this is incredible. And worth a small fortune." Darcy carefully takes it from her hands and lays it on her chest, fastening it around her neck, "Um...I feel really weird wearing this with a bathrobe."

"Then wear it with the dress."

"Darcy..."

"Nope. If he can't be upstairs, you are going to represent. We're the superheroes right now, Jane. You. Me. Loki. Odin. We led the charge. We commanded the people the court thinks are beneath them and we won. Not with soldiers. With scullery maids and bakers and cooks and the soup guy- did you see him with the death ladle? For real. He had the hook filed into a stiletto. Get on the damn dress, and get the rest of your glitter on."

"I don't know about this. His mom wanted him to give them to his wife. Not for his brother to do it. Why didn't Thor send them to Loki so he could give them to me?"

"Because Thor's a clueless dumbass sometimes? He's the Ron Weasley of Asgard- emotional capacity of a teaspoon."

Jane snorts, "Well, yeah...maybe he thought he was just being nice."

"Could be. But we have an entrance to make. You can get dressed, or you can do it in a bathrobe."

Jane gets dressed. Darcy hands her the earrings that match the necklace, and a ring. Jane puts the ring back.

"Why not that?"

"Because he gets to put a ring on my finger. He wasn't allowed to have his own wedding, Darcy."

"Bring it with you."

"What?"

"Bring it with you."

"But why?"

"Because I've been listening to the boys conspiring. Just trust me."

Jane finds a handkerchief, wraps the ring in it, and ties it off like a little bag. She tucks it in the bust of her dress, "There. But I'm not wearing it yet."

Darcy smiles, "Find your dancing shoes, girl, we've got a party to get to." As soon as Jane has her black silk slippers on, Darcy grabs her am and drags her out of the room.