WARNING: AU Goddess!Darcy, Goddess!Jane, Human!Loki

Darcy peers at Jane who is ruthlessly smashing her hammer to a troll's head. She smiles at her sister's heavy handedness but looses the expression when the smarting cut at the edge of her mouth begins to bother her. Using her magic she defeats two enemies at the same time. This game is getting boring. Sif yells something to her but Darcy disregards whatever it is. They are not on the best of term, Sif and she. Moments later she turns to see her nearly impaled. For the sake of Jane she saves the other female warrior. The last opponent hits the ground.

"Now that we are done with this foolhardy quest of yours," Darcy drawls, "I shall be returning home."

Jane's eyes glint with amusement. "Do not say you miss your lover sister for you have spent more than a fortnight in his company."

"I am not you, Jane." Darcy quips not without a seed of annoyance. "I seldom miss lovers. What I long for is my companion."

"But you have Sif and I." Jane returns while Sif glares pointedly at her accurately revealing her exact feelings at that statement.

"Put together you have not a bit of the value Loki has." She is somewhat blunt but safe in the knowledge that Jane never takes offence and Sif cares nothing for her words.

"You have grown quite attached to him." Sif observes. "He will not endure Darcy. He is a human."

"Do not say such things least some should think you care, Lady Sif." Blue eyes flash with intent at the midnight haired goddess. "He will. I will make it so."

Her sister's smile is a gentle one. "Of course! Mother will see the necessity of it and father can be prevailed upon. Have a care Sif, of the words that leave your mouth."

"Telling her to shut her god would have been more effective, and shorter." Darcy does not add that it would also be ruder, which she would have greatly enjoyed. She lived for tormenting others, especially Sif - when the opportunity presented itself. Why she will always cherish the memory of Sif's shrill cry when she woke with her hair a short as a pixie's. Darcy still fell in a laughing spell just thinking about it. That haughty friend of Jane's had deserved it full and well and Darcy would have taken more than her golden locks had she thought she could get away with it.

As it was Sif was of no interest to her. She was more preoccupied with her new human discovery. Loki. He was an interesting young man. A dreamer whose mind she felt very much at home in. Letting her essence brush to his she smiled briefly. If only he had been born in her realm. His time was short. Hers was infinite. "Father, keep him in your care." she whispered to the rustling wind. This human was hers. She took acre of her own.

"Even if the Norns are against this, I will keep him for as long as he shall be in my power." She would. She would break destiny to get what she wanted. This was by no means any different.