Two Years Later

Darcy has danced with every single guest, it seems. Her feet hurt, her muscles ache, and most of all, she's not even a little bit drunk. Unlike some people.

She sees Jane at the high table, a beautiful bride in glistening white, point something out to her new husband excitedly, spilling red wine over what was a beautiful silk tablecloth. Darcy laughs along with Jane, tables away. Their eyes meet, and there's a silent exchange in there- a summary of their past few years, a gratefulness of good friendship and new discovery.

She's happy for Jane, she truly is. But she can't help glancing around, ready to see the dark haired prince she'd been pining after for over two years. It had been a record for Darcy- two years waiting for a man. Now she knew how Jane had felt, waiting for Thor all those years. She didn't understand how annoying it was. Not painful, she realises, but annoying.

So Darcy explained to Jane that this wedding was a marker of new beginnings, for both of them. Jane is starting a life with the hunky demi-God Thor, and Darcy is going to stop worrying about said demi-God's brother who may or may not have threatened to kill her two years ago.

"Sif." Darcy nods her head at the dark haired woman who had just sat down next to her. "It's been a while."

"Hm, if only you visited as often as Lady Jane used to." Her face is serious, but hints a smile. Darcy finds herself grinning back as she sips wine from her goblet. Sif had greeted her and accompanied her whenever Darcy had decided to travel alongside Jane to Asgard in the past two years, and the two of them had become good friends.

"Maybe I'll just move here." Darcy shrugs. "My dad was always telling me to get out of the state whilst I still could."

Sif laughs. "If only your father knew of your travels."

"If only." Her smile fades, remembering her late father's wise words.

"She seems happy." Sif admires the couple on the high table. "I must admit, I am a tad jealous of their bliss."

"You're not the only one." Darcy rolls her eyes.

"No luck here, then? I must admit, all men are scoundrels here, even the most well-meaning of them."

Darcy shakes her head. "They're all weirdly closed off. I think I have a reputation or something. No one seems to even want to talk to me. They just dance with me and leave."

"You don't have a bad reputation. I just think people are scared of those they don't know."

"It's probably one of those weird racist things. Gotta stay away from those disgusting mortal Midgardian folk."

"They're at a wedding for Jane and Thor, Darcy. I highly doubt they are offended by your birth place."

Darcy shrugs. "True." As she reaches for her goblet of wine, she sees a flash of green and black out of the corner of her eye. She spins around wildly, but sees nothing but columns of arching marble and strangers. As her heart rate slows, she excuses herself quickly to Sif, who wanders off to talk with the other warriors.

Walking through the throng, she manages not to spill a drop of wine. Stopping at a table, she downs the remainder and places the goblet on the side, her eyes still scanning. Some try to stop her wandering by striking conversation, but almost possessed, she wanders past them silently. She's done this before...her imagination runs wild frequently, and she sees things she wants to see, as opposed to those in reality. She half wonders how she looks to others.

"Where are you…" She mutters to herself, wondering if she was truly going insane.

Her breath catches when their eyes meet from across the ballroom. Black hair, longer than she remembers, frames the pale face she remembers rather well. He wears his armour, leather and gold over woven deep green material. She forgets to breathe, wondering if this was her imagination or reality.

Her feet find their way to him until they meet in the middle of the ballroom. Her hands rest on his chest, slowly tracing the metal on his armour, almost hypnotised. She looks up at his puzzled face.

"Are you real?" She asks shakily, aware that people's heads were turning, suddenly aware of the extra guest.

"Yes. Are you?"

Darcy nods slowly and twines her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. She doesn't care how many people have turned to watch. All she cares about is him right now, the taste of him on her lips, the feel of his hair under her fingertips. He throws his arms around her, his hands pulling her closer, caressing her face as he looks long and hard at her face in awe.

"I've missed you." He says between kisses, smiling against her lips.

"Me too." She grins back.

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