King Laufey looks at the tiny goddess that the All-Father had given him. He has no use of her, but she's a peace offering, a daughter of Asgard. Her blue eyes study him intently but her red lips don't part. He contemplates her fate. What should be done with her? Then an idea reaches him. Perhaps his son should like her. And why not? She's young, attractive and from what he's heard a woman of wit. Yes, she's make a fine wife for his eldest son, Loki.
"Tell me girl," he starts, "are you willing to do as I ask of you?"
"Yes." she says after a few moments of silence. "I have to."
"Clever child." The King smirks. "Would you oppose to a marriage to my eldest son?"
The girl seems to think of his proposition. "No. I've heard that Prince Loki is an intelligent, fair individual, if a bit bent towards mischief. Marrying him would meet no opposition from me." The girl is aware of her position, good.
Out of nowhere, his son appears. Tall, with dark blue skin, Loki towers over the Asgardian girl. His red eyes study her and she's doing the same. Laufey depart, leaving them alone.
"What shall I call you, my lady?" Loki asks seemingly indifferent. He is perfectly polite but his eyes are burning her up, sucking her in a red vortex.
"My name is Darcy." she answers placidly. "You may call me as you see fit."
" 'That so? Very well." He bows and takes her hand. His cool lips touch the back of her palm. "How long do you wish to wait?" She looks confused. "To get married. I'll need a partner soon." And it is true; one cannot become ruler without a wife.
"Whenever you wish. But I'd prefer sooner rather than later. Your plan was simply brilliant." Her words are sweet and inviting. "You know, it was my choice to come here."
"Oh, I know." the dark prince whispers. "There is no escape now." There's a warning somewhere in there but Darcy ignores it. "I won't let go after this. Ever."
"Good." she murmurs back. "I wouldn't want you to."