It had been two days since Frigga's visit and the prison outbreak. There had been longer gaps between Frigga's visits before but something seemed different out there. The guards looked at them more, occasionally with looks of pity.

She wondered why but the only explanation she could come up with was that they pitied them for not being part of the break out which didn't really make sense, given that they were guarding them.

Darcy just wanted Frigga to come. She'd promised to try and bring Jane with her. She couldn't help worrying that the reason Frigga hadn't visited was because that energy in Jane had got worse.

Surely she would have sent someone to tell her that, though, if she couldn't visit herself? How long did it take to just send a note?

Loki seemed fine, back to his normal self. The guilt or whatever it was from Frigga neatly bottled away and sure to be a problem in the future but she could deal with it then.

"I'm bored." She whined, leaning against the wall.

"I do not know what you expect me to do about that." Loki muttered from beside her.

None of their usual entertainment seemed interesting enough to distract her from worrying about Jane. Asgardian books weren't distracting enough and sex seemed rather inappropriate when her best friend was ill.

"You should think of something because I'm just going to annoy you whining otherwise." She said to him, nudging him with her shoulder.

He sighed. "Next time I'm locked in the dungeons, remind me to ensure I am not with someone so irritating."

She grinned, knowing he wasn't being serious. She recognised his surrender.

"Here." He said, placing an arm round her shoulder.

"Uh I love hugs and everything, Loki, but I was kind of hoping for something a bit more exciting."

She could almost hear his eye roll.

"Close your eyes." He told her.

She smiled. "I didn't mean that kind of exciting, big boy." She joked, complying nonetheless.

"You may open them." He said.

"Well that was quick," She muttered, opening her eyes and immediately grabbing onto Loki. "Holy shit!" They were falling, wind rushing up past her hair as her weight pulled her done.

Around them blue sky and white clouds rushed past.

Loki laughed. "Just an illusion."

Realising she was safe she laughed too with exhilaration. "This is so cool." She said, realising she was still clutching him and doing so slightly less aggressively.

Around them the scene changed and she was floating in space, stars twinkling in every direction. Loki winced.

"What?" She asked, wondering if she'd gripped him to hard.

He shook his head and smiled. "Do not worry."

"No seriously, what?"

"Just believe me when I say that falling through space is not quite as pleasant as this." He said.

"Oh." She replied rather awkwardly, not quite knowing what else to say.

And she was falling again, this time back through the sky. They landed on a cloud, white mist around them. Loki entertained her for a while with coloured lights flashing in every direction like fireworks. The white vapour of the cloud drifted past them like the steam from the showers in the hotel they'd stayed in after Disney.

He was on top of her, she still clutched his arms as she had when they were falling.

He was so close. "Your hair's getting a bit long." Darcy said, her mind addled.

A low laugh escaped his lips. "Is that truly all that you can say." With a wave the illusion was gone and she was back in the cell, her arms still on Loki as she looked up at him.

Before she could do anything, however, he stood up and went to sit over by the ledge of the cell.

"That was amazing." She said, still smiling and unperturbed that he'd left. "Your magic is epic!"

"Yes it does seem to have improved quite a-" Loki paused, his face pulling into a frown. "I can remember magic again...but why would my mother release those memories?"

Darcy shrugged, the knowledge that Loki was back to full power would ordinarily have made her anxious but now she just felt it would help with their breaking out of prison. "You can ask when she visits. Can we do the illusion thing again?"

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. "I was under the impression that entertaining you would then allow me to read."

She smirked and went to sit opposite him, nudging his foot with her toes. "Oh come on you love making me happy."

He returned to the book. "The only thing I am fond of is reading in peace."

She grinned. "You know for a God of Lies you are a very bad liar."

Loki looked up and frowned, not at her but at the energy barrier. Sensing someone was there she turned in that direction and saw an Asgardian watching them.

"Fandral?" Darcy asked.

He nodded at her but turned to Loki, he looked sympathetic.

"I...I thought someone should tell you." He said, his voice sounded cracked and hoarse. Not his usual smooth, flirtatious self. His eyes flicked down before he looked at Loki again. "Queen Frigga passed away two days ago...Her funeral was today."

Darcy's heart gave a painful lurch, knots forming in her stomach. Frigga couldn't be dead. She couldn't.

"Dark elves." Fandral continued. "A Kursed one who was responsible for the prison breakout."

Darcy felt tears prick at her eyes. Frigga was dead. And then she remembered Loki, someone who would be taking Frigga's death a thousand times worse than she was.

She turned to him, her hand going to him, not caring that Fandral was watching and just wanting to comfort him.

He flinched away from her touch.

He gave a short curt nod, eyes on Fandral. "In which case I suggest you remove Miss Lewis from my cell." He said, his words short like his throat was tight.

"What?" She asked in shock but Loki was ignoring her.

"I don't understand." Fandral said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Then allow me to explain," Loki spat, harshness filling each syllable though Darcy could tell he was fighting for control. "My mother placed the binding charm upon us. With her death it will have broken. I have no need of the mortal now. I suggest you remove her or," He turned to her, an expression of disgust on his face that made her flinch. "I will kill her." He said simply.

"What?" She breathed, unable to hide her hurt.

Fandral looked shocked but he reached through the barrier and gripped Darcy's arm.

"Get off!" She shouted at him, fighting back but his grip was too tight. "Let go!"

"I'm sorry, Lady Darcy." Fandral said gently as he pulled her through the barrier.

"Loki!" She screamed, her voice scratching her throat. He was reading again, not even glancing up as she shouted.

"Lady Darcy, please." Fandral begged, pulling her away from his cell.

She couldn't see him. "No," She begged. "No please you can't let him be alone. You can't. Not after that."

Frigga. Dead.

Tears sprung free of her eyes. Frigga who had made sure she was in a cell with Loki. Frigga who had brought her clothes and cleaning products. Frigga who had been the only access she'd had to the outside world.

"I'm sorry but he would kill you." Fandral said.

"He wouldn't." Darcy said, shaking her head. "He wouldn't kill me."

Fandral frowned at her forlornly like she was some stupid kid who didn't understand that their crush was a dick. "I wish I could believe you." He said sadly.

"No please you can't let him...he can't grieve alone." She begged.

"He seemed to handle the death well." Fandral said, glancing back to the cell.

"He's lying! Or acting or whatever you want to call it! Hiding his emotions like he always does!" She shouted.

Fandral gave a final look in the direction of the cell, his hand still clamped tightly around Darcy's wrist. He looked like he desperately wanted to believe that she was telling the truth about Loki.

And it was this that finally made the tears spring free of her eyes. She collapsed against Fandral's chest. Startled, he let go of her wrist and awkwardly patted her on the back.

"Did it hurt?" Darcy asked, her voice thick with tears.

"She..." Fandral started. "No, no it didn't hurt."

He was lying. His pathetic attempt of avoiding the truth made her want to go running back to Loki.

She pulled away from Fandral, wanting to put distance between herself and anyone who wasn't Loki. If she'd been with him she wouldn't be sad now, she'd be pretending to be strong for him. Inadvertently keeping herself together to stop him from falling apart.

Fandral held her wrist again, to make sure she wasn't going to go running back to the cell.

"Please let me go back to him." She begged, her voice barely a whisper.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Lady Darcy. Truly, I am."

"He lied." She said. "The bond isn't broken, Frigga wasn't the one that put it there."

To her surprise, Fandral smiled. "I know that is not true. Firstly, we were all told of Thor and the Allmother's hand in Loki's escape when Sif returned from Midgard with news of him. Secondly, had the bond not broken you could not be so far from him right now."

She blinked a few times as his words registered, clearing the tears from her eyes. She looked round. It was true, the dungeon corridor was long. This was the furthest she'd been from Loki since she'd met him. She should be writhing in agony right now.

Proof that Frigga was gone seemed undeniable.

And she missed Loki even more now that the thing that connected them was gone.

"Come," He said, pulling her along gently. "I shall take you to Lady Jane."

"Jane?" Darcy repeated. The word sounded so strange on her lips. Her last three months seemed so separate from the rest of her life that she could hardly fathom how Jane could be a part of this world though of course it was Jane who had introduced her to this madness.

"Yes." Fandral confirmed, leading her up some stairs.

The staircase to the left. The one Loki had told them to take. 'Them' being the people who had killed his mother.

Darcy's heart gave a painful tug and she felt another urge to run back to him. He'd blame himself. Of course he would.

She could only imagine what he'd do. She pictured him tearing at the walls, his nails bleeding raw as he tried to escape. Or creating projections of Frigga, making them scream at him, desperate to be punished for her death. Or clawing at his own skin in desperation to transform that mental pain to physical.

She imagined him doing all of this so clearly that it made her want to cry again.

But then...he'd sent her away. And if he was doing all that then maybe she'd understand why he sent her away; he didn't want to show the weakness of grief but knew he would be unable to hide it. So why was he just reading like none of it bothered him? Why send her away if he was just going to act normal?

She felt the sudden urge to laugh. The one person who could answer her questions was the very one she was being marched away from.

He'll be okay, she told herself, he's been through worse.

But even so she didn't know if she believed that.

Oh God, she thought desperately, hasn't he been through enough?

"She has been confined to her rooms." Fandral said, guiding her through more halls, his grip on her hand not lessening.

"Oh yeah Jane's here a day and gets rooms but after three months I'm still in the dungeons." Darcy muttered but it sounded bitter rather than jokey even to her own ears.

Fandral gave her a strange look as though trying to determine if she was joking or not.

The halls were gold, decorated with art and tapestries. She wished she could admire them given that she'd been blindfolded last time but she barely even registered them as she walked past.

"I shall let Jane explain the nature of her situation." He decided.

Darcy nodded simply.

"Come, Darcy." He smiled, a mere shadow of his old confident smile. Apparently grief over Frigga's death was not confined to just her or Loki. Somehow instead of uniting them it just made her feel even more isolated. "You must at least be happy to be free of the cells."

Darcy didn't dignify that with a response. This was really not how she expected to be freed. With the loss of Frigga and a death threat from Loki.

They were fairly high up now; Darcy could see most of the city out of the windows. Night. It was night. The city was filled with long shadows and silver moon light.

Had Frigga's funeral been earlier? During the day? Or had they specifically waited for night? Had Fandral come straight from the ceremony?

Darcy had so many questions but no energy to ask them.

Up ahead, one of the rooms had two guards standing outside. They wore gold armour and helmets like they were expecting an attack. Darcy couldn't help but throw them a dirty glare as she approached. She could only link them in her mind with the day she'd been arrested, their tight grip leaving bruises before they'd chained her, resulting in cuts.

Fandral nodded to the guards. "The Lady Darcy is to join the Lady Jane."

The guards looked at each other. "Is the Allfather aware of this?" One asked.

"No. I am on my way to tell him now. Loki threatened her life, I assumed it better to move her than risk her dying." The guards looked sceptical so Fandral smiled and added: "Unless of course you don't believe you can guard two mortals."

Immediately both guards straightened up a little more. Darcy rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide it.

"We can guard the mortal." One said. The other nodded.

Fandral nodded. "I thought as much." He turned to Darcy. "I must leave to inform the Allfather." He said, walking to the door and pushing it open for her.

"Farewell." His hand on her wrist pulled hers up and he brushed his lips gently against it.

Startled, Darcy did nothing but watch as Fandral walked back down the corridor.

The guards were watching her so she decided she had no choice but to enter the room. And, the part of her that wasn't crying over Frigga or worrying for Loki really wanted to see Jane.

The room was huge. A plush carpet tickled her bare feet and made her aware of just how cold the floor in the halls had been. She realised she'd left her boots in the cell.

Everything was red and gold. Thick red curtains were pulled across the two windows opposite her. The furniture was dark brown wood and in the centre of the room stood an island of a bed, a red quilt embroidered with gold thrown over it and swimming in the pillows the collapsed figure of Jane.

Darcy wondered whether Thor's colour scheme had been used on purpose.

She took another step into the room, unsure of whether or not Jane was sleeping because she was lying face down.

As she stepped however, Jane's voice called out. "For the last time, I do not need a handmaiden to help me get ready for bed. I am perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"Well, honey, I'm proud for you and everything but I didn't come to offer my handmaidenly services." Darcy retorted, the edge gone from her voice. Jane, she was actually seeing Jane.

Jane jumped a foot like she'd been electrocuted, rolling over on the bed so that she was sat up and looking in her direction. Her eyes scanned her in confusion, starting at her unnaturally curly hair and falling to her dress which Darcy realised was the purple one she'd first worn.

Frigga had taken her clothes when she visited and returned them clean. Darcy had wished she'd been able to do that with her jeans and jumper but supposed Asgardian wear was easier to slip in with the washing.

The thought of this made her smile sadly. Frigga had been so good.

"Darcy?" Jane asked in shock.

"Yeah well don't be too surprised." Darcy said. "You don't exactly look like the Jane I know either. What happened to your sneakers and flannel shirts?" Jane too was in Asgardian dress: a draped blue dress, gold cuffs and plating and a lighter blue shawl. Where Darcy looked like a kid playing dress up- unless you asked Loki who apparently quite liked her Asgardian clothes- Jane looked every bit the Asgardian princess.

"Oh my God, Darcy!" Jane grinned, running over to her.

Darcy opened her arms, expecting Jane's bone crushing hug. Instead she stopped suddenly, glancing at Darcy with slight trepidation.

"Uh...I'm sorry I probably shouldn't."

"Oh..." Darcy said, lowering her arms. "Well yeah it's probably best, I've spent three months in dungeons, I probably stink."

"Three months in dungeons?" Jane asked, her hand going to her mouth in shock.

"Well yeah." Darcy said. "What? Did you think King Odin had sent Loki and I on holiday or something?"

Jane teetered on the edge of saying something else. "I think we have a lot to talk about." She said. "Sit down."

Darcy went and sat on the bed. It sank beneath her, startling her. It had been so long since Darcy had sat on something so soft that it shocked her. She wondered how she'd cope with a hot shower.

Jane sat on the other side, the bed bigger than Darcy's room back home.

She wondered if all the rooms had beds this big, thinking of Loki and how much fun that would be. Her stomach twisted and it took Darcy a second to realise why. Loki. Ah fuck, can I not even fantasise about sex without imagining him crying in the dungeons?

Okay, that too sounded slightly kinky.

For fuck's sake Darcy, his mom just died can you not be appropriate?

Being inappropriate is how I cope, she thought but remembering Frigga did sober her from these thoughts.

"Okay," Jane said. "You first. Everything that's happened since I last saw you."

So Darcy told her: about Loki taking her to Disneyland for her birthday, about coming back and being dragged o Asgard, about her 'trial' with Odin, her chat with Frigga, being able to share Loki's cell, Frigga's visits and the prison break out right up until when Fandral had come.

At Frigga's name Jane had started blinking back tears and Darcy wondered if she'd been shown the motherly treatment for dating Thor as Darcy had received for fucking Loki. Probably, she decided. Frigga wasn't the Allmother for nothing, unlike her worthless husband who locked mortals up.

"He threatened to kill you?" Jane asked at the end.

Darcy shrugged and looked down. "I think he was just trying to get me out so he could be alone, you know? To...cope."

Darcy expected Jane to protest and say that Loki really did intend on killing her. To her surprise she nodded instead. "And the bond between you is broken? Like permanently?"

"Yeah." Darcy confirmed. "I think so." She thought of Loki's magic. How he'd said he could remember. Was that too because Frigga was gone? She supposed so.

"It's my fault." Jane said after a moment's pause. "Frigga died protecting me."

"I'm sure that's not true." Darcy protested. "But I believe it's your turn to share either way."

Jane pushed back her hair absent-mindedly. "From when you left? Okay well I woke up to SHIELD agents swarming the house saying that you and Loki had disappeared. They found the note he left and went ape shit. I think they put the entire company on the task of finding you but oddly no one thought that mass murdering Loki would be taking a nice little trip to Disneyland."

Darcy looked at her in shock. Since when was Jane sarcastic? Jane smiled. "What? I missed you, okay? Someone had to fill the sarcastic hole in my life that you left. Anyway, about halfway through the day all these Asgardians turn up, saying that they managed to trace that bridge we made back to New Mexico and assumed Loki was there so I tried phoning you but your phone was off and anyway we didn't see you come back but on camera you and Loki just kind of flicker and then immediately afterwards the bifrost appears and you're both gone.

"Then SHIELD managed to trace where you'd been by some picture the rollercoasters had taken." Darcy felt the keyring which she'd tied to a string on the inside of the dress press against her skin. "So I went to England because I figured the only way to get you back was to build another bridge and that seemed to be the only way to do it.

"Only I was supposed to meet Erik out there but he never showed up and we kind of needed his research to progress beyond the prototype form of the bridge. So my intern and I-"

"Wait," Darcy interrupted. "You got a new intern?"

"Yeah, his name's Ian. He's British. You'll like him, the kind of guy you'd date for a few weeks before you got bored."

"Yeah okay but a new intern?" Darcy felt slightly hurt. She may be Jane's assistant now but intern was still a title that she felt was hers.

"I needed help!" Jane replied. "It was all to get you back. Well and to get Thor too but still. So I put ads in local universities. I even managed to get an actual science student this time."

Darcy tried to raise an eyebrow in imitation of Loki's disbelieving look and instead both eyebrows tugged up.

Jane blushed. "Not saying he's better than you. I mean sciencewise yeah but his coffee is vile. He insists on tea instead. And it's always breakfast tea. I asked for green tea once and he gave me a look of confusion and returned with breakfast tea with food colouring in and yes I am aware that I'm rambling. Okay so where was I? Oh right, England. Okay so we did a load of research.

"We still didn't manage to track Selvig down but with luck maybe Ian will have that sorted by the time we return. And we tracked down the perfect place to run the bridge because gravitational forces were acting weird so we went to check it out and ended up in this big abandoned truck warehouse or something.

"And these weird gravitational fields had appeared like warp holes. Scientifically impossible stuff. So I was walking along, tracing the source of it and suddenly I was in this room. There was this stone memorial or something and all this reddish light but it was like in tiny balls or something, I don't know it's hard to explain so I went to look at it and the moment I touched it-"

"Oh yeah, of course you touched the weird red light. Not like you've learned in this job to phone straight for SHIELD or anything. No, you just had to touch it. For science I'm sure." Darcy muttered, realising how much she'd missed Jane's eccentric science excuses.

"Anyway I touched it and it kind of went inside me and I blacked out for a few hours. And then I went outside and Ian was panicking and to be honest I really missed your comments because I could have used some humour then. I was kind of scared."

Jane paused, wincing. Her skin glowed faintly red.

"Holy shit!" Darcy yelled, leaning across the bed, completely unsure of what to do.

The light faded and Jane opened her eyes. "I'm fine."

"That is so not fine!" Darcy said. "That's like...world's worst sunburn."

Jane laughed. "I'll get to that. Anyway so I came out of the building and it was raining everywhere except for where I was and then Thor was there."

"Thor?"

"Yeah, you know that guy from Asgard who you tased and also happens to be my boyfriend." Jane explained.

"I know who Thor is." Darcy replied with a smile. "I just meant what was he doing on Earth?"

"Apparently Heimdall had been watching and then couldn't see me or whatever and sent Thor. So I started shouting at him asking him where he'd been, you know, four months after he'd said he'd come back and everything and to be honest I was a little sick of hearing 'I'll come back for you' so I slapped him and-"

"I love how casually you mention slapping the God of Thunder."

"I also hit him with my car once."

"Twice." Darcy corrected.

"Okay fine twice. I don't know. All of this seems so normal and so weird all at once." She said gesturing round the rooms. Darcy knew how she felt. It was like how she did waking up in Loki's arms a week after being imprisoned and not thinking anything weird about it.

"So yeah he brought me back to Asgard for medical tests because of that weird red light thing. It was so cool actually, they put me in a, well they call it a Soul Forge but it's actually a Quantum Field Generator."

"Yeah, Soul Forge makes more sense to me." Darcy replied.

"And they found that this energy was inside me. It's called the Aether and apparently it has the power to destroy the universe. It transforms matter into dark matter and that must be magic because scientifically I can't wrap my head around it. Whatever it is, it kind of latched onto me and it protects me, like if someone attacked me it would attack them back...but it's also kind of draining me. Thor doesn't know how long I'll be able to last." The room filled with silence. Jane was dying? But this was Asgard. Surely they could just magic it better?

"Anyway this Aether thing used to belong to this race called the Dark Elves. It was their weapon and when the Asgardians defeated them centuries ago they buried it. Only I kind of walked into that chamber and now the Dark Elves can sense it."

"But how?" Darcy asked, putting all thoughts of the effects of the Aether from her mind for now. "I mean, why you? The Aether's been locked up all this time and you just stumble into the cavern where it's been hidden? What are the chances of it being you, one of the only people with a connection to Asgard?"

Jane smiled. "Believe me, I've been asking the 'why me?' question too. The realms are aligning, it's really rare. And it kind of causes gravitational disruptions in Yddrasil which basically opens portals into other realms, completely randomly.

"So the one into the Aether's chamber just purely by chance opened into London. Maybe it's opened in other places as well, more rural or uninhabitable places. Either way it latched onto the most powerful person there."

Darcy gave Jane's five foot three frame a sceptical look. She was smaller than Darcy and that wasn't even taking weight into consideration.

Jane laughed, evidently aware of what Darcy was thinking. "I don't mean like that. It's just like you said, I've had access to Asgardians." Jane ignored Darcy's suggestive look at that sentence. "And exposure to the Bifrost and Einstein Rosen Bridges so I was the most powerful, magically at least, in London. I'm sure if the gravitational disruption had happened in New York or something then it would be Tony Stark dealing with the Aether right now and not me."

Darcy nodded, still trying to understand how so much had managed to happen while she'd been in the dungeons. She'd felt so removed from time down there but apparently it had kept passing for everyone else.

"Anyway they were doing medical tests and then Odin comes in and...well he's not too happy about a mortal being on Asgard."

"Hypocrite." Darcy muttered.

Jane's lips twitched but other than that she ignored the comment. "But then Thor told him about the Aether and...well he didn't really have a choice about letting me stay. I spent a lot of time with Frigga, she's lovely. I mean, was. Oh God I can't believe she's dead. It's all my fault."

"How is it your fault, Jane?" Darcy asked.

"I...the Dark Elves came. Apparently they sent one, a Kursed, into the dungeons and it escaped and then more elves came. They wanted the Aether so Frigga told me to hide and that she'd distract them and she created a projection of me and they found her and she refused to tell them where I was so..." Her voice broke and Darcy looked away, feeling like she was intruding on Jane's pain. "They killed her." She finished in a whisper.

"And no one...no one thought to tell Loki of this?" Darcy asked, wondering how it took them two days, until after her funeral, to think to tell her son. And it was Fandral. Where the hell had Thor been?

"Thor...he's so upset. I don't think he wants to talk to Loki over it because as far as he's concerned he doesn't deserve it. Isn't capable of loving her or missing her."

"Bullshit." Darcy replied. "Loki's done some major crap but Thor has to stop ignoring him completely. He loves Thor, whatever he says and if Thor doesn't start talking to him soon...well Loki'll go to any lengths to get his brother's attention. He doesn't particularly care why he gets that attention either."

"I know but how do you tell someone they have to visit and grieve with their brother who's tried to kill them countless times?" Jane said.

"From the stories Loki told me he used to put up with a lot of shit that Thor did. He was exiled to Earth for a reason. And there's a reason Loki's so jealous of him." Darcy said. She liked Thor, she did but she was finding it hard to feel anything but animosity towards him given that he hadn't helped her leave the cells.

Jane shook her head, eyes looking up. "I can't with this, Darcy. I'm sorry. I can't forgive him like you did. I can't...believe better of him."

"You can't believe better of him? He's currently breaking down over the death of his mother and you want to tell me he can't love or feel pain?" Darcy asked, suddenly annoyed. What did Jane know about Loki? Had she been locked in a dungeon with him for three months?

Jane's eyes were cast downward. Darcy knew she didn't want to believe what she was saying. "She said she knew you." Jane said after a few moments of pointed silence. "Frigga, that is."

Darcy nodded. "She made sure Loki and I were in a cell together rather than alone. She used to visit us as well. She was the only one I spoke to in all that time apart from Loki. And she brought me clothes and toiletries, even brought us food sometimes because...well let's just say there wasn't a lot of it down there and it wasn't the nicest food in the world."

And now Frigga was gone? Darcy pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her arms around them. She realised belatedly that her cheeks were damp and wiped the tears from them hurriedly.

She felt somehow apart from her grief because no matter how much she missed Frigga it was so much worse for Loki.

She had a thousand questions for Jane but she wanted to be alone. Guilt twisted her insides. She'd waited so long to see her and now she just wished that she would leave.

She turned her back on her, lying down on the huge bed. Jane didn't say anything else, just blew out the candles beside the bed and buried herself under the covers.

Darcy ended up on the floor, there was plenty of room on the bed but after months of the unyielding mattress in the dungeons she found herself more comfortable on the carpet. She didn't know how long she stayed awake for but eventually she fell asleep, hoping that Loki might be able to do the same.

Chapter title from the Thor: The Dark World soundtrack, the song that played during Frigga's funeral. It seemed to perfect to change. God that was a long chapter but hopefully it'll act as an apology for this: I got my exam timetable last week which means I'm revising from here on out. My aim is to update once a week, probably on a Tuesday but I may do more or less depending on circumstance. Sorry. Thank you all for reading and reviewing though, it means a lot.