Ch2.
"Darce. Hey. Darcy Lewis." She felt a prod to her shoulder, then to her cheek, then to her thigh.
"Owwww. Jane." She emerged from the covers, hair everywhere and pyjama top hanging off her shoulders. She thought she felt like crap until looked into the fully make upped face of Jane Foster, and then she felt like utter shit.
"Darcy. You have an hour until the Bifrost opens. I thought you'd be ready! Get up, no time to shower." She pulled Darcy out of bed and flung some clothes at her. Darcy, still half asleep, threw them on and felt a harsh pain as Jane brushed through her hair.
"Janeeee." She mumbled, her voice gravelly from sleep. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"I thought being 26 years old meant you could get up on your own, but obviously not."
She pushed Darcy into the bathroom, where she put on some make up. Her skin looked okay, but she put some foundation on anyway. After all, she betted all the girls in Asgard were stunning. Jane popped her head around the door and smiled as she watched Darcy almost put lip gloss on her eyelashes.
"I'm packing your bags. Is the purple top okay to pack?"
"Yeah, the one with the buttons. Pack my jeans!"
"No jeans. Haven't you got any formal dresses to pack?"
"There's the slutty one I wore for your birthday?"
"Nooo." Darcy could hear her cringing for the bathroom. "Haven't you got anything… Asgardian?"
"How the hell do I know what's Asgardian? You haven't given me time to buy new clothes!"
"Ooooh, what's this?"
Darcy stuck her head out of the bathroom door, her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. "Really? That was my prom dress." It was a green silky ball dress, with a sweeping hem and a neckline that plunged down modestly into a v. It had a small corset back that hugged her curves and made Darcy look like a film star- something that she hated to look like most of the time, preferring her shapeless sweaters and jeans. "If you must. Oh. And pack my contacts."
She threw her contacts box at Jane and packed her toothbrush and cosmetics into a bag, then threw that too. Jane zipped her bag up and Darcy fell down onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Wow, I'm so glad people gave other people notice around here," she said sarcastically, giggling to the ceiling.
"Ah shut up you." Jane threw her bag at Darcy. "C'mon. Breakfast's ready, then Heimdallr is opening the Bifrost site at 10."
"Heimdallr?" Darcy asked, sitting up and putting socks on. She looked down at the clothes Jane had picked out for her. She'd chucked her a patterned slim fitting blouse and cardigan, with a cute (non-Darcy) black skirt and tights. "Oh. Did you pack my sexy underwear?" She winked. "You'll be getting some, but me? I'll definitely be on the prowl if everyone there looks as good as Thor." She put her glasses on.
"Ha! You'll be glad to hear they do. And Heimdallr is like, a watcher. He lets people in and out, and observes. He's like…an intergalactic security guard."
"Hmm." As she pulled on her favourite leather ankle boots, a thought came to her. "Jane. Are you moving to Asgard for good after you marry then?"
Jane froze, Darcy's black heels in her hand. She sat down on the bed "I… I was going to talk about this when we got there."
Darcy sunk down beside her and put her hand over Jane's. Jane sighed.
"I'm staying there."
Darcy forced herself to laugh, but inside she wanted to cry. Jane had stuck with her through everything, and despite Darcy insisting that she needed college credits, she just wanted to talk to the woman who had befriended her in her darkest time. Jane didn't know that she was the one who gave Darcy strength to get over her problems, and Darcy had kept it at the back of her mind. After all, everyone she'd loved had let her down at some point and Jane and Erik were all she had left of her family.
"Of course you are." She giggled, not realising the tears cascading down her cheeks.
"Oh Darce." She pulled her into a hug. "Darcy. Don't cry. You'll start me off, too."
"I'm not crying," she choked. "I'm happy for you, I really am, but I'm gonna miss you and the stud muffin."
She pulled back and they both giggled at each other. Darcy adjusted her crooked glasses "Anyway." Darcy said, regaining her composure, "you'll be a Queen won't you? Plus there'll be mini Thors and Janes running about in no time."
Jane looked horrified. "God. Let's not have that talk, yet."
"C'mon. Heimdallr will be waiting on us." Jane dumped Darcy's heels in her humongous bag, which Darcy slung over her shoulder, trusting Jane had packed all her things.
They stood nervously at the Bifrost site, looking up to the skies. Jane's parents, who drove straight to the site, were greeted with nervous 'hi's' and 'hello's'. They joined them, all looking up at the sky, waiting in trepidation. Jane's mother looked exactly how Darcy had pictured Jane in 30 years- slender and graceful, with dark brown hair just greying, waving down onto her narrow shoulders. Her father was a feminine man, with laugh lines and a receding hairline. He shook Thor's hand with a familiar smile.
"Heimdallr, open the bridge." Thor's booming voice was subdued, and he snuck a glance at Jane's parents, who honestly looked scared to death. Darcy started to chuckle at the awkwardness, when the sky opened up and a force pulled her from all angles. She wanted to scream but she couldn't breathe. Darcy looked over at Thor and Jane, who seemed graceful in their flight. Her parents were taking it well enough, but Darcy felt like she could throw up.
Darcy saw the glittering bride coming toward her, and caught a glimpse of Asgard's beautiful golden glowing spires before she blacked out.
After what felt like a lifetime, her eyes opened slightly. People were arguing. No, she corrected herself. They were discussing something heatedly.
"We can't put her in there!" She heard.
"Why not? The place is full of guests. There's no room."
She tried to speak up, to stand up, but when she lifted her head, her eyes rolled back and she fell into darkness again.
Great going, Darcy. You really arrived in style.
She woke up feeling groggy and dizzy. The room was bright and airy and she squinted at the light. She laid on a double, four poster bed with elaborate, beautiful emerald curtains. Everything was beautiful in this room, from the majestic arched windows, to the warm woollen rugs on the stone floor. It looked like something from a different era. She sighed - of course it looked different. She was in Asgard of all places, a different realm. And she'd passed out in front of all the welcoming Asgardians.
Darcy got up and buried her head in her hands, her face burning red. "Fuckballs." Her voice muffled against her hands. "Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now."
With that motivation, she pushed down her first memory here, and rushed to the window, to see what Asgard really looked like. She gasped as she took in the view for the first (second) time. Everything was shining and modern, but old fashioned at the same time. The sky was a plethora of colour, with beautiful blues and purples, reflecting off the golden spires. In the distance, she could see the Bifrost, emitting a spectacular blue glow at the end of the sparkling glass-like bridge. Underneath it, clear water flowed endlessly and melodically into a deep chasm. It was beautiful. Full of colour and grandeur, she'd never seen anything like it- not in photos or photoshopped pictures on her tumblr.
She grasped the cold stone windowsill in reassurance that she was here, in Asgard. Home to the Aesir and Gods. Actual living Gods. She put her back to the window, suddenly overwhelmed. That didn't help. The room she was in was stunning, too. The massive bookshelves covered most of the walls, with a grand chandelier dangling its crystals, which seemed to have a gorgeous, supernatural glow about them. She traced her fingers over the leather bound looks, and shivered. Dark, wooden tables and drawers with elaborate carvings were scattered around, and there was a small leather chaise longue with the same carvings. The bathroom was hidden behind a modest screen, with a spectacular waterfall-type shower and golden bath that could double up as a small swimming pool.
"Phew." Darcy needed to sit down. But she suppressed the lure of the luxurious emerald silk duvets and went to find the others.