Yeah, new drabble. This time Loki is a bit more in character. No experiments for this one in regards to that. Enjoy!

Darcy leaned in the doorway and stared at her oldest son pacing. She prevented a sigh from escaping her lips and took a step forward. The soft thud of her movement brought the attention of the young Jötunn prince. He stared at his mother one moment before his frozen blue eyes turned to the floor. Without a word he started pacing the lengths of his room again.

"What bothers you, my son?" Darcy asked even though she had no need to. As queen of Jötunheim, she knew everything that moved in her lands.

Eons ago she had been offered to Loki Laufeyson as means to strike a deal with the God of Mischief. And being one for survival, Darcy adapted to her new life. She first befriended her new husband and soon grew to be fond of him. When she gave birth to their first son those feelings only burrowed deeper in her heart. Soon it could be safely said she loved him.

"Leif, do not ignore me." Her voice was sharp as a knife as it cut through silence.

"Forgive me mother." Leif said wearily and brushed trembling fingers through his inky black locks. "I am tired and-"

Darcy cut him off with a snort, "Apparently not tired enough to pick fights. What possessed you to get in a fight?" she demanded and briskly hurried to him across the room. "And do not lie to me." Her hands framed his face and guided his eyes to hers. Blue clashed with blood red as Leif assumed his Jötunn form. The change from white to blue didn't faze his mother. "Speak!"

"I cannot – mother, he was absolutely improper, his words – you should've heard him – were an affront to our family. I could not stand by and hear him speak. He should count himself lucky father wasn't present –"

"Enough!" Darcy suddenly interrupted. Crimson eyes stared in bewilderment. "Do not ever, and I mean ever, do anything like this again. When you want to punish someone use your wit to bring them to their knees. Brute force should be the last option." she explained a lot more calmly. Despite her words Leif saw a flicker of something if her eyes. "This time you will be forgiven on account of your inexperience."

Before Leif could add anything else, Darcy smiled softly at him and pulled his head down to place a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well." She said and turned around. Her long dark blue dress whirled with her; the folds shimmered in the candlelight as she walked out of the room.

Once she was in the hallway Darcy let out a sigh and closed her eyes in despair. Her lithe form slumped against the wall, the coolness of it relaxing her slightly. She stood still for a moment before continuing on to her rooms.

On the way she passed her second son's room and peeked inside; satisfied to see him, her Derrick with his ever green eyes, hunched over a thick book she walked to her daughters' rooms. Livny had long since gone to bed, her emerald eyes closed, while Dagny, her twin in everything but those eyes, sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair.

Certain that all was in order, Darcy hurried across the halls to her and Loki's room. She entered the imposing doors fully assuming that she'd be alone. Loki had gone to a peace treaty and they weren't expecting him back for another fortnight.

Upon setting foot in the room the image of her husband appeared before her. "I have finished with that blasted treaty." Forest green glinted in the dim lighting, and Darcy wasted no time in running in his arms a second later. She glued herself to him and sighed in contentment when he brushed his hand against her hair.

"Did you miss me that much, wife?" he voiced in his deep baritone, filling her ears. Her eyes set in a glare at the meaning behind his words and she punched his chest, despite knowing it had little effect on him.

With a thug she distanced herself from him. Loki smirked and Darcy scowled. "No, if fact I didn't miss you at all." She threw him a smirk of her own as a plan bloomed in her mind. "I have replaced you if you must know." Mirth danced in her eyes.

Loki's face froze in horrified disbelief until he looked in her eyes. She laughed aloud eliciting a rather loud tut from the god. "Don't ever say that again. I won't stand for it." he warned harshly but with no real malice.

"You won't?" she mocked teasingly. "Okay, then I'll behave." Darcy said in fake resignation and pouted her lips in a fashion reminding of a scolded child.

"How did you handle my absence?"

"Fairly easy husband. Although you may have to train your oldest son in the art of diplomacy." The woman responded without a trace of hesitation. "He's quickly angered I fear."

"What happened?" Loki curiously questioned and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the space next to him and Darcy sat down too. She thoroughly presented the situation to her husband, taking care not to leave anything out.

I have nothing left to say so I end it here. I sincerely hope you found it an interesting read.