A companion of sort to Arrival.
Not for the first time, Darcy wakes up alone in a tangle of furs and sheets. She doesn't have to think very hard to know where Loki is. As King, it is only his duty to lead the army to victory; he's out there fighting, making his way through the enemy lines taking many down with a blow of his weapon of choice. It will be awhile before he comes back. The knowledge dampers her mood just a little bit, but the she reminds herself that Loki wouldn't let himself die out there; he sees no glory in such demises.
Before the war broke out, hours upon hours were spent in the training area by Darcy as she watched the warriors practice. More often than not Loki was with them, unless state affairs detained him, honing his skills with blunt swords and practice bows. There is no doubt in her mind that he is as deadly as he is graceful. If she closes her eyes, Darcy can almost see him make a swipe and foes falling in its wake. A fond smile tugs at her lips and blue eyes open. She trusts him to come back into her arms victorious.
In the distance the far sound of metal clashing against metal can be heard. Darcy wisely ignores it; for her as long as Loki comes back, nothing else matters. If it's not his blood staining the clothes and armour she can breathe with ease. The Queen has learned long ago that the general rule is as follows: kill or be killed. She'd rather see her King tear through his opponents a thousand times over than to have him lifeless in her hold. It is for that reason she refuses to stay behind safe walls when he rides out to battle.
There are times she wonders why he lets her join him in the camp but no further. It's mainly that primal instinct of his to protect her and partly her ineffectual skills with a sword, the rational part of her says. Not that she minds too much; Darcy hasn't the strength in her to take lives. She is the merciful and gentle to Loki's cruel and vindictive at certain times. If memory serves her right, he once revealed to her how important she was using these words, "You are my sanity, the only one I trust more than any other."
Darcy curls back in her nest of furs. There is still time left before sunset and she knows he won't be back until the light fades. Her eyes close again and she wills her mind to comfort her with thoughts of Loki. It is so much easier with his scent clinging to the covering wrapped around her. In complete silence she waits to hear familiar footsteps and feel his presence along with the crackling power he exudes. The flimsy walls feel very much like a prison in his absence. For the moment she is content with just waiting for him.