Loki towers over the fool who has decided he is good enough to even glance at his daughter, an ominous look on his face. The boy looks positively terrified yet makes no sound and Iselinn sits behind her father with a faraway look etched on her features. She smiles at a memory unaware of her father's foul mood and its cause. Darcy throws a venomous look at the God of Mischief and then smiles kindly at the young god before them. As if encouraged by that very smile the boy repeats his request. Loki almost jumps out of his seat to strangle him but Darcy takes hold of his hand. Perhaps he is going soft in his old age, "Iselinn." he calls out to his daughter.
Blue-green eyes favour him with a look before they settle on the man before her. Her own smile is a testimony of her mother's influence on her. But Loki knows all to well that behind the smile she has already figured out the worth of her suitor. Iselinn 's dreamy look doesn't lave her face as she listens to the invitation extended to her. To her father's horror she happily accepts and he has half a mind to bind her to the chair. Instead he scowls at the thorn in his side. Darcy sets he mouth in a grim line and tugs delicately on his hand. It's a warning he is not keen on disregarding.
And so for the next few minutes the Prince of Asgard has his hands tied and can only cast a few murderous looks that Darcy quickly intercepts and shakes her head. In that moment Loki decides that Thor is lucky Gwendolyn is only five and a scrap of a girl who would rather bite boys than dance with them. And speaking of her, he can barely see the little blonde tidbit hiding behind her mother's dress, no doubt holding the knife that has been recently gifted to her. If only Iselinn would be more like her cousin he would be able to get a full night's rest.
Iselinn is turning out much like her mother predicted. Darcy beams at her dancing daughter simultaneously holding back Loki. He can complain all he wants after their daughter has had her dance. "I have no idea why you worry so much. Iselinn is your daughter too; she can throw spells faster than anyone can blink. And I'm referring to those of the potentially dangerous and harming variety." Loki doesn't look convinced. "Loki she has to stand on her own two feet; she can't be your little girl forever." Iselinn spins on the dancing floor and Loki looks as if he has seen her for the first time.
"Your assessment won't stop me from making that boy's life a living hell once this dance is over. My girl was perfectly content to read her book and practice her magic until you put this idea into her head." Iselinn looks towards them and her smile brightens the room. Darcy smirks in triumph. "Let the girl have a break from all those books and live a little."
The 100th review was from someone who wanted to see a bit more of Iselinn.