Skylar's Eyes
Darcy x Loki
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"How did this happen?" Loki asked angrily, slamming his hands down on the table in fury, leaning over it so that Jane could feel his breath on her face.
"For the hundredth time, I don't know." Jane hissed in reply, taking a step back though holding his unwavering stare. "The results have come back inconclusive every time!" she shouted back.
Loki brought his fists down on Jane's desk hard enough to make the paperwork from his wife's biopsy jump.
"Watch yourself brother." Thor warned.
"I will look at it all again, run the samples again, I'm not giving up. But you need to be with her right now. Not here, yelling at me. It won't make me figure anything out any faster." Jane muttered fervently to the god. "Go." She added when he didn't move. Loki growled and spun on his heel, stalking out of the makeshift lab Jane had created in the guest room Darcy had occupied the night before the wedding. Jane slumped against the wall once he was gone, sliding to the marble floor.
"Are you alright?" Thor asked quietly as he crouched down beside her, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her bare arms. The scientist nodded and dropped her head into her hands. "What's the matter?" he sighed.
"He's a Frost Giant." She whispered.
"I am well aware. How is that relevant?" he arched an eyebrow.
"What if her body can't handle that?" she looked up at him with worried brown eyes. Her tests had confirmed that the child was his, but that was all she had been able to discern from the results. Thor sighed and wrapped his arms around Jane as her body started to shake with suppressed sobs.
Loki stiffened outside the door at Jane's assumption, hands shaking with rage and fear. What if the mortal was right? What if his origin killed his wife? What if he lost her? What if he lost his child? He knew the answer to every one of those questions;
Ragnarok.
He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to his bedroom where he had left Darcy on account of needing to know what Jane Foster had discovered regarding her impossible pregnancy.
Loki was met with the sight of his mother comforting his wife as tears spilled from her golden eyes.
"Darcy?" Loki asked in alarm, rushing forward. Frigga waited until Loki had sat down on the other side of Darcy, the mattress dipping with his added weight, before she pushed the younger girl in his direction, disappearing in a cloud of green mist to give them the privacy they needed and hadn't received since Sigyn had been detained.
The fact that she had been arrested at all was slightly worrisome to the God of Mischief. She could have easily escaped had she wanted to. But she didn't. Meaning it had been her intention to get caught. But the god's mind was elsewhere as his usually sarcastic wife, who was constantly brushing everything off and rolling with the punches clutched the sides of his long sleeved green shirt and sobbed into his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, effortlessly lifting her onto his lap and hugging her to his chest. He rubbed his hands up and down the fabric of the pale purple and silver embroidered nightgown he assumed his mother had helped her into, murmuring incoherently into her dark hair.
"Darcy…" he whispered after a few minutes of rocking her shaking body.
"No." she begged with sudden ferocity, tightening her grip on his shirt. His green eyes widened slightly as he tightened his hold on her in turn.
"No what, my love?" he asked softly.
"You can't leave me. Not while I'm all immortal and knocked up and on some crazy ex girlfriend's kill list." She answered, voice shaking still.
"Leave you?" he sputtered indignantly. "What are you talking about?" he asked incredulously. She leaned away from his slightly, her grip not slackening in the slightest.
"You haven't spoken to me since the wedding." She whispered in a rare moment of vulnerability. "I thought…" she trailed off when he groaned.
"Darcy." Loki sighed before he knocked her on her back, hovering above her body and only lowering enough weight on top of her to pin her to the mattress. The rest he held off of her by propping himself up on his forearms. He stared her dead in her recently turned gold eyes and growled lowly. "Did I not just stand beside you for an hour and swear to stand by you for eternity?" Darcy held his gaze and stayed quiet. "I am a man of my word, my love." He whispered softly, lifting one arm off the bed to brush her hair out of her eyes. "I could not leave you if I tried as much. I have no intention nor the desire to abandon you." He trailed his thumb along the edge of her jaw. "Either of you." He added moving his hand down to rest on her abdomen. The worry in her eyes ebbed slightly as she dragged her hands up his sides to lock around his neck.
She pulled her body up to his with her hold on his neck, pressing her lips to his. Loki didn't move a muscle other than to kiss her back and wind his arm around her waist, suspending both their weight above the bed.
"Hey Mischief?" she muttered against his mouth. He nodded, waiting for her to continue. "What does psycho-ex-girlfriend-number-two want with her?" she asked quietly, though still managing to sneak some of her attitude into the question. Loki flipped himself over so that she was lying on top of him.
"I haven't the faintest idea." He sighed. "But trust me when I say that I will use every last breath in my body to protect you both." He whispered fiercely. Darcy flinched internally at the hate in his tone. She dropped her head on to his chest and laid her hand over his heart.
"I can take care of myself too, babe." She smirked. "So take a chill." He sighed and rested his hand over hers, letting the subject drop with more grace than he usually possessed on his best day. He cleared his throat nervously, provoking her to lift her head off his evenly rising and falling chest.
"Sigyn is not my ex-girlfriend." He muttered, almost sounding uncomfortable. Darcy pulled her hand out from under his and folded her arms across his deceivingly toned chest. "That is how you put it, correct?" She nodded.
"What the crap is she then?" she asked ineloquently.
"My ex-wife." He answered with a sigh. Her eyes narrowed to thin golden slits.
"How many of those do you have?" she asked exasperatedly.
"Just one." He answered quickly.
"Anything else you'd like to tell me before I up that number?" she smiled innocently.
"I felt it was better for you to hear it from me rather than her being able to catch you off guard." He explained defensively. "And do not criticize me for keeping secrets, love, when you omitted your pregnancy." He replied, eyes hardening slightly. Her eyes flashed dangerously before they fell and she frowned guiltily. "I understand why you did so, my love. All is forgiven." He whispered, guiding her head onto his chest as tears fell from her eyes again.
Darcy shivered on the illuminated examination table, hand clutching Loki's for dear life, as the Soul Forge, "Quantum Field Generator," Jane had argued, swirled over her head.
"There is no reason to be afraid My Lady, this is only an attempt to determine what form your offspring will take on." Said an older lady with sharp eyes and grey hair done up in an elegant bun.
"Oh yeah, no biggie, hm, I wonder. Is my baby going to be human?" she gasped dramatically and Loki rubbed his forehead tiredly, smirking a little behind his hand. "Oh! Maybe she'll be a rock monster. Or that two headed dog thing from Harry Potter!" she rambled. "Oo! Oo! Maybe I'll give birth to big foot and she'll tear me apart from the inside out." She said it with such an air of seriousness that Jane burst out laughing despite the severity of the situation and ignored the condescending glare of the Healer.
"We will begin shortly, My Lady," the healer interjected. Darcy blew out a deliberate breath and Loki leaned down until his lips were brushing her ear.
"Calm, my love." He breathed, smirking devilishly when her body obeyed automatically. He kissed her forehead as her eyes closed and the Soul Forge started up, only to glare daggers at Jane who was smirking mockingly at him. Darcy's eyes closed and she focused entirely on keeping her breathing even while Loki studied the scattered particles of light over his wife's body.
It was a few heavy moments of the healers inspecting the image that had formed before the oldest woman waved her hand and the pixels disappeared. "Lady Darcy," she called firmly, prompting the god of mischief's wife to open her eyes. "The child has taken on your husband's Jotun form." She said grimly.
And Loki left.
Darcy stared after him, mouth hanging open. The healers glanced back and forth, eyes wide, before they quickly followed Loki's lead and left the goddess alone with a respectful nod. Jane was the only one remaining by the time the last healer had filed out. She sat down on the edge of the table Darcy was laid out on and pulled her best friend upright and into a hug.
Loki stalked down the hallway; murder and pain clear across his pale face as he shoved past every one of his father's people that dared get in his way. Granted, abandoning his no longer mortal wife to her own devices once presented with such news was a rather disgraceful way of handling it. It wasn't her; it wasn't even the child he was angry at. It was himself. For being who he was. His origin would be the death of her, quite literally in this regard. And in that moment, and the moments following, he hated himself for it.
The men on the terrace quickly cleared the premise when Loki: God of Trickery and Deceit, who had murdered thousands, stepped outside, leaving him alone to promptly slam his fist into the pillars supporting the overarching gilded canopy. The marble cracked under his fist and small pieces of stone crumbled from the structure.
He seethed and stared out across the land that his father ruled, breathing heavily and trying to focus on anything other than the deprecating anger working to consume him. Unintentionally, some of that hatred and fear and anger melted away when he felt a familiar, albeit fuming, presence behind him.
Loki turned and looked at the tear stained face of his beautiful wife through his greasy tresses of dark black hair. Frankly, he looked royally deranged.
"Listen, jerkface," Darcy spat, crossing her arms across the silvery gown she was wearing. Loki quirked an eyebrow in slight amusement. "You can't just abandon me after a bombshell like that. It's kind of something I would've liked to talk over with you, since you know, we are married!" she hissed sarcastically. "Cool, my kid's going to be a snowman, I don't really care. You know why? That means she's going to be just like her dad. Which is awesome, and totally fine with me, because you're awesome and I can't wait to hold a miniature you." She scowled and muttered something about clichés under her breath. "But if you ever ditch me in a room full of uptight, tight lipped, tightwads," she ranted, throwing her hands up. "I will personally kick your godly backside. Are we clear?"
Loki hadn't opened his mouth once during the entirety of her speech, only watched with guilt and regret and pain and anger and fear and worry and indecision and confusion mounting in his countenance until he looked like he was going to explode.
"Darcy," he breathed painfully. "I am truly, irrevocably, and unimaginably sorry." He whispered, eyelids squeezing shut, hiding his brilliant green irises from Darcy's view. She stepped closer to him and promptly slapped him across the face.
"Shut up." She said dryly. "I'm not. Therefore, you aren't. Cool? Cool." Loki sighed, and pulled her hand away from his cheek.
"Love," he began cautiously. "This has never been done before and logic would..." He whispered, eyes screwing shut like he was suffering from physical pain.
"Do I look like I'm dying?" she snapped, as he squeezed her hand tightly, grip holding steady.
"Odin's sake, Darcy, you are failing to see the point!" he growled, shaking her by her shoulders. "This is going to kill you, and what is it that you expect me to do then? What? Allow me to enlighten you," he growled in her face. "I will bring Ragnarok down upon all of Yggdrasil like a ravaged beast, and I will not stop until every last being is obliterated from this planet." Darcy should've been terrified. But she wasn't.
"I better not die then, huh?" she smirked weakly. He sighed, posture slumping slightly.
"What is it you suggest we do?" he asked softly.
"I suggest, we go to Sigyn and get her to spill her goddess guts. Then, you are sending someone to Midgard because I want a freakin' American cheeseburger. Sound like a plan?"
Loki nodded, leaning to kiss her gently.
"Good. Let's get down to business…to defeat the Huns." She sang. Loki stared at her like she had lost her mind. "Mulan? No?" Loki rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Have someone pick that up too while we're at it." She muttered with equal disbelief.
Loki's hands were clenched as he stared at the staircase that led down to the holding cells. Darcy was standing beside him, hands folded protectively over her stomach.
The god's seething and worrying was interrupted by a much warmer hand sliding into his. He looked up to find Darcy staring at him.
"We've got this, Mischief." She grinned halfheartedly. He nodded.
"If anything goes wrong, you run, do you understand?" he spoke lowly.
"Yes. But am I going to listen? Probably not." She sang, squeezing his hand and letting go before starting forward into the hallway of murderous monsters.
Loki nearly groaned out loud in frustration; his wife was incorrigible.
"Yo, Sigyn," he heard her bark just as he caught up to her.
"Darcy," he warned under his breath.
"Oh, Lady Lewis, wife of Loki, pleasure to meet you." Sigyn drawled. Darcy smiled sarcastically.
"I'd say the same…but lying's Loki's job." She shrugged indifferently. "Heyo, so first off I'd like to sincerely say," Loki almost flinched. Gods no. "Screw you. You aren't touching my kid." Her ironic smile never faltered. Sigyn arched an eyebrow at having been talked to like a mere commoner. "Secondly, what do you want from her?" she asked, sounding slightly more vulnerable as her fingers moved over the fabric of the dress covering her unborn baby…frost giant…whatever she was.
Loki clenched his jaw. Sigyn fed off vulnerability.
A menacing smile curled at Sigyn's lips and she stood off the gilded couch in the corner. Loki fought the urge to yank Darcy away from the magically enforced glass and watched as his wife squared her shoulders and tensed her arms around herself in another subconscious act of protection.
"Do you not recall the tales of the Vanir? Gods and goddesses with the gift of foresight? She who hath the eyes of gold shall seest Ragnarok's approach before the downfall it shall reap among the Aesir. Have you truly forgotten the prophecy? One who controls such a Vanir," Sigyn stressed excitedly. Loki moved nearer to his wife unconsciously who was growing more and more pale with every word. "Would possess the knowledge of Ragnarok's arrival. Such power would be…immeasurable. Your daughter is the Vanir." Sigyn concluded. "I intend to possess her power. Seest thou this keen bright sword, that I hold now in my hand? Before it's blade the giant bends." Sigyn laughed manically as a sword indeed materialized in her palms. "I strike thy daughter with my gambantein to tameth her to work my will."
Loki hissed in savage anger, all but shoving Darcy into the wall behind him to get her as far away from his ex-wife as was possible.
"I swear by the gods that I will kill you before you touch my wife or child. Whilst I am still breathing, you will not live to see another sunrise shall any harm befall my family." He whispered with so much menacing conviction that Darcy was almost afraid of his wrath. Almost.
"She will be mine, my dear husband." She drawled, placing her palm on the magic enforced glass.
"Burn in Hel." He spat at her, taking a step back and whirling on his heel to check on Darcy, suddenly realizing the extent of how rough he was with her. "Are you alright, love?" he asked, still looking murderously angry. Darcy nodded. "We're leaving." He said sharply, leaving no room for argument.
"Do you not wish to know the way in which this child was conceived?" Sigyn whispered just as they were almost out of the corridor. Loki faltered in his steps while Darcy skidded to a full blown halt, spinning around fast enough to give Loki whiplash and stalking back to the cell of the woman who wanted to kidnap her baby. A brutal smile stretched across Sigyn's face at the look of anger and curiosity on the no longer mortal's face.
"How?" Darcy growled simply.
Sigyn addressed Loki without answering the girl.
"Nari was conceived in the same way all those centuries ago. It pains me to see that this too you have forgotten." She frowned.
"I am rumored to have many children Sigyn. None of which are true; not the serpent, nor the horse or dog, and certainly not any offspring of yours." He countered coldly.
"You are mistaken, my king. One of these so called rumors is in fact, true. The since deceased and notorious demon of the dead was, truly, our son." Darcy froze. "He was conceived in the same way that your daughter was." She gestured to Darcy through the glass. "Frjósa þreyja." She said quietly.
Darcy could almost hear Loki's teeth snap together and suddenly she was being forcefully dragged away and up the stairs, and through the hall to his green and gold bedroom. It wasn't until the door was slammed shut that Loki released her and began pacing.
The brunette goddess sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him silently as he paced back and forth, anger rolling off him in waves.
It wasn't until he overturned his beautiful wooden book shelf, cracking it into hundreds of wooden splinters and spilling a fraction of his books across the wooden floor that Darcy decided to intervene.
"Mind telling me why you're brooding all Beauty and the Beast style?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "All the pacing and scowling and growling, good god." She groaned, rolling her eyes. He smirked at her a little bit before his angered expression returned.
"If Sigyn tells the truth, and I believe she does, then this was in fact my fault." He spoke quietly. Darcy stood up and slowly made her way towards his stiff body.
"How?" she prompted when he showed no signs of explaining. "Because I'm pretty sure it takes two to tango if you know what I mean." She grumbled.
"Not on Jotunheim." He sighed, still facing away from her. "Jotun's have a unique ability to…ah…impregnate a partner without engaging in…" he cleared his throat awkwardly. He turned to face her, eyes cast downwards towards his hands. "Frjósa þreyja." He murmured vacantly. "It allows a Frost Giant bring into existence a child if both parties do so desire." Darcy slid her hands over his and tilted her head to put herself in his line of sight. "That day, after Amora captured us," he started. "I allowed my Jotun blood to freeze the hands I used to soothe your broken bones." He remembered aloud.
Darcy sighed and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.
"What is this I hear about a horse?" she drawled evilly in his ear. Loki laughed loudly and shook his head, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the floor.
The God of Mischief dropped Darcy on the bed and smirked at her, holding his weight off as he kissed her.
Frigga, Odin, Loki, Darcy, Jane and Thor were all seated around a large gold table underneath a ceiling painted like Midgard's summer skies. Darcy had a copy of Mulan in her lap. The DVD case looked oddly out of place on the shimmery fabric of her magically made gown. It didn't seem nearly as foreign as the cheeseburger in her hands did, though. Loki's arm was stretched out protectively along the back of the ornate chair she was seated in. Frigga was seated on her other side and there were guards posted all over the room. Odin's usually regal presence was diminished as he looked at the tormented expression on his son's face. Loki looked helpless, something he did not wear well. The constant paranoid scanning of the room and his wife's face did not pair well with the green and gold of his armor. Maybe if he stared at her, she was less likely to be gone the next time he laid eyes on her.
"What are we going to do?" Jane asked, voice teetering on the border of frustration and anger. She wanted answers. Everybody wanted a solution and the longer it took to find one, the more on edge Jane and the group of immortals got.
"We will protect them." Frigga responded softly.
"How?" Jane shouted, standing up and throwing her hands in the air. "Why isn't she dead? Why is she still here?" her voice was amplified by the architecture of the hall in which they were convened. The Queen looked on calmly.
"Have care how you speak, mortal." Odin warned. Frigga gingerly laid her hand on the table in way of placating both her husband and her son's fiancée.
"She has a name, Father. You'd do well to remember that." Thor said lowly.
"You would do well to remember who you're speaking to." The King echoed dangerously.
"I can speak for myself." Jane snapped at Thor. Defensively, he drew himself up to something closer to his full height.
"Sit. Down." Loki said deeply. Jane glared with a terrifyingly calm look.
"Somebody needs to do something." She said. "And you aren't doing a damned thing to help her, Laufeyson. She's going to die while you're sitting on your hands." Everybody fell silent after that. The oxygen that had been rapidly entering and leaving Loki's lungs had ceased to flow at all. The only other sound was Jane's heavy breathing and the tension in Loki and Jane's eye contact that was nearly audible. Thor was sprawled out in his chair, arm on the table, eyes cast downward, willing his fiancée's outburst to be the end of it. Odin was sitting straight, eyes lit with anger. Frigga hadn't moved, only sat there looking as regal as always. Darcy swallowed the last of her burger, crumpling the wrapper in her fist.
"You know nothing of what you speak." Loki hissed.
"Don't I? It's your fault and you are doing nothing."
"Stop." Darcy said quietly, without looking up from her lap.
"Nothing?" Loki was getting louder now.
"Stop it." Darcy called out a little louder, but her husband and best friend were still yelling at each other loud enough to drown out her protests.
She rose to her feet slowly, Frigga's hand falling from her lap and the movie clattering to the ground.
"That's enough!" she slammed her hands down on the table top and the volume with which she'd spoken before was unnecessary. Electricity crackled and rolled across the table top in undulating waves. Darcy's chest was heaving, hands clenched and glowing faintly green.
"Right, Goddess of Tasers." Her hands fell to her sides, relaxed. "Sit down." Jane blinked at the table they were seated around and sat down in her chair. The new Goddess waivered on her feet, hands coming up to her abdomen. The fire drained out of Loki and his arms went around her waist, lowering her into her chair. She brushed his hands off of her and looked up.
"What's your plan Daddy Dearest?" she asked, eyes focusing on Odin with nearly startling confidence. His eyebrows raised but he looked more impressed and amused than anything else.
"She cannot be killed." He answered in a booming voice. "Exile would only result in her return." Jane had gone silent and Thor hadn't moved from his slumping position.
"What about that poison snake story? She was in that, right?" Darcy looked back and forth between Loki and Odin. Loki's eyes fell on her and pain pooled in them as the memories tied to that snake venom surfaced, not only his experiences, but Darcy's as well.
"She was." Odin conceded cautiously.
"Right, then let's put Blondie on time out and get our hands on that silver stuff." Loki glanced up at his father who looked genuinely interested in the idea.
"Skadi may be willing to provide us with a supply." Thor nodded, sitting up a little more. "For the right price." He added, looking back and forth between Loki and his father.
"That can be arranged." Frigga interjected.
"Go team. I've got a movie to watch if we're done here." Darcy stood up, waving her movie around. Odin, Loki and Thor all stood up quickly as well and Darcy smirked a little at the formality. Odin nodded sharply.
"You may be dismissed. Sigyn will be dealt with by nightfall." Odin swore. Darcy nodded and flipped them all a mocking salute, leaving without waiting for Loki.
The God found his Princess in her chambers. She was sitting on his bed, having changed into a pair of sweats that the guard who had made the errand run to Midgard had picked up. She was fidgeting with the DVD case and suddenly shifted onto her knees.
"Voodoo!" she requested ambiguously, thrusting the movie in his direction. He chuckled and accepted it from her.
"You realize you could now do this on your own now?" he verified. She shrugged.
"See, but that would take work. Why would I do work, when I can have you do work?" she rationalized.
"Fair," Loki conceded, smiling and tilting his chin to his chest. While he used his magic to project the movie on the wall across the room from his bed, Darcy focused intently on her hands, looking as though she were trying to solve the world's hardest math problem. "What are you doing, my love?" he chuckled.
"I want blankets." She pouted. Loki rolled his eyes fondly and waved his hand in a circular motion in front of his body, conjuring up a stack of folded blankets that made Darcy squeak delightedly.
"You are hopeless." The God shook his head. Darcy stuck her tongue out.
"I have blankets now, don't I? It doesn't matter how I got them, the result is the same."
Loki ignored her and settled down behind his wife in bed, legs straddling either side of her body and arm encircling her as she pulled the blankets up over them. His nose buried in her hair, hands covering her stomach protectively, black hair sticking to Darcy's neck. She laughed and reached her hand up to cup the side of his neck, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his skin.
"I love you Darcy Lewis." He whispered.
"I love you too Mischief, now shut up, it's starting." She hushed hurriedly. Loki, for once, did as he was told, and was asleep not that much later, wrapped around his wife and unborn child.
Darcy however, couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried. She wouldn't be able to until Sigyn was dealt with, and maybe not even then. There were so many things that she needed answers for, none of which anyone possessed. The credits rolled on her Disney movie, Loki still slept on, and she did her best to focus on his breathing instead of her own fears. His hand was plastered to her belly and didn't seem like it would ever move, not that she minded in the slightest. Unable to move though, she was left with little else to do and so she started to trace the outlines of Loki's hands against her skin, her shirt only slightly restricting her movements.
One of the handmaidens she had been given slipped into the room a little later just as she felt like she may have been starting to drift off.
"My lady?" the younger girl called quietly. Loki jackknifed at the unfamiliar voice, hand sweeping out wildly and blowing the poor girl back into the hall, door slamming shut and a greenish film spread outward, coating every inch of wall and window and door in the room.
"Loki!" Darcy shouted, twisting and climbing onto her knees so she was facing him. Her hands came up and framed his face. "It's me, just me. Hey," she smiled, stroking his face and pushing his hair back out of his eyes. "Everything is okay. We are okay." He scanned the room a few more times before snapping his fingers and slumping forward, forehead falling to Darcy's shoulder. Following the quiet sound that emitted from his fingers, the green melted away from the walls, the door opened again, and the maid timidly inched her way back into the God's room. "What was that?" Darcy hissed.
"Protection charm." He explained tiredly, sitting up and sliding gracefully from the bed. "What is it, Alva?" he asked.
"The King asked that you be informed that Sigyn has been taken care of."
"Thank you." Loki smiled, almost kindly and waved her away. Alva nodded and scurried away quickly.
"Do you want to see for yourself?" Darcy asked, getting out of bed. Loki nodded once and by the time Darcy had blinked, they had materialized in some sort of cave, both God and Goddess decked out in full battle armor. Darcy gasped a little. She had yet to see herself in this much gold.
Sigyn's screams were the first thing that either of them registered. Shortly after that, the sight of her chained to a rock in the middle of the dark, nearly completely naked, a snake suspended above her dripping silvery liquid over her face. Loki drew his arm back from Darcy's body and advanced towards his ex wife.
"Listen carefully," he began, tilting forward to speak directly into her ear. "You will never, never, lay a hand on my child and if I get the pleasure of having a say in what becomes of you, you will never be released from this confinement, this time out." He chuckled darkly at that. "You lose." He snarled, before backing away and transporting himself and his wife back into the castle. By the time he had magicked himself out of his armor, that which had been entirely for show in the first place, Darcy was fast asleep on top of the covers of his bed, battle attire still in place.