thank you everyone, for your wonderful and patient words. I didn't want to be too cruel and leave you dangling, so i've brought you another chapter of this story. I had fun writing this, and I love magic. I felt like being really dramatic, so there is a lot of description and scenes. anyway, thank you for every who reviewed. love is for you all and I shower you with joy and love and peace.

I own the typos, and apparently, my spell checker still doesn't work. forgive me, please.

Darcy chased him down the hall the best she could. With one hand wrapped tightly in the gathered fabric, she flew around the corner towards the screeching sound that yet to cease. It got louder as she got closer, and when the screams started to almost make her ears bleed, she knew she was going in the right direction. Darcy gripped the wall as the floor shook, almost causing her to lose balance and tumble. But she held her ground. What the hell was going on? Darcy let go of the wall the moment the shaking stopped and lunged forward to the open doors just as another screech ripped from the woman in the bed's throat. Darcy gripped the side of the door as the ground rumbled, looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of her.

Loki's wife was pulling at the chain on her wrist, sitting in the middle of the bed with both hands wrapped around her belly. Her stomach was huge, so huge. Darcy couldn't believe it was the same belly she'd seen just weeks earlier. She watched in horror as the woman pulled at her clothes, and Darcy ould see the her skin itself was shaking. Eyes clenched shut, she cried out again, doubling over in pain on her lap. Her spine was sticking up and out in a sickly fashion through the thing material of her gown. Darcy watched in horror as Loki ran to her side, pushing the hair out of her face.

"I'm so sorry," he shouted, "Please-"

Loki's wife turned her face to him, eyes dark. Her hair was sticky and matted onto her forehead, sticking to her reddening face.

"Don't you dare!" she screamed, "I will not let you do that."

"It's killing you!" he argued back at her.

"I will die giving birth to this child!" she shouted, "And you cannot change my mind!"

"You will be birthing a monster!"

Loki's wife turned away from him and screeched again, this time the tremors shaking her body. Darcy looked up to see the ceiling was shaking, and smal crisps of mortar began falling. Darcy watched them fall towards the bed, but never hit it, sliding off to the side as if the bed was being potected by a shield. Darcy watched in amazement. It seemed that loki was protecting the boat bed with magic, so that she would not get hurt.

"Sigyn please!" Loki begged at the woman as she collected herself from latest tremor. Her breath was labored and her eyes began to fade, darkening from the strain in her body. Darcy had never seen anything like it before. She'd never had any friends that were happy to be pregnant, and she only knew how to remove a baby quickly and quietly if she needed (which she hadn't, thank God). Her friends had never gone through to this point, and so Darcy was unfamiliar with it.

"No!" she shouted, "This is my child too!"

Loki, fed up with her stood up. With the wave of two fingers the orb that had been encircling the bed began to close down and change colors. Sigyn's body began to relax and her eyes went wide, staring electric blue into Loki's body. Her face was paling and her body was relaxing, settling back into the bed.

"Loki," she sighed, trying to make it a warning for him. Instead it just slipped past her lips like a sigh, as she settled back into her bed.

"You want this baby," Loki whispered, "Then fall into the Odin sleep. When you wake up you will be ready to give birth."

"All right," she sighed, just as the orb began to pulse a dark blue, midnight blue. Loki watched as she shut her eyes and began to sleep before collapsing by the bed on the ground.

Darcy had been relatively quiet, clinging to the door as she watched the events unfold. She couldn't quite wrap her head around what was going on right now. But when all was quiet and calm, and Loki was crouched on the ground by the bed, she finally spoke up and opened her mouth.

"What was that?" she nearly shouted, "What is happening here?"

Darcy stormed forward angrily towards the collapsed God on the ground, skirts wrapped up in her hands.

"Tell me what the hell is going on, righthere,rightnow, or I swear I'm going to thrown myself off the fucking castle. Because right now, being dead is better than being here with you, and your freakshow of a family-"

"She is my wife!" Loki roared, standing up, "She is dying because the child she is carrying is mine. She barely survived the birth of Váli," he hissed with a tone that reminded her of all the damage he could do, "And you come in here, with all your useless threats because I won't tell you about my life? Have you forgotten who you are, Mortal? Have-"

"I know exactly who I am!" Darcy shouted, "I think you've forgotten that I'm not here by will-"

"Don't think I don't understand that-"

"And yet you stand here arguing with me instead of-"

But she was cut off with the harsh pressure of his lips against hers. She stiffened instantly like a board, not moving underneath him. His lips were like steel and glass, cutting apart her mouth as he gripped the back of her head and pulled to open her mouth. Darcy, placing both hands on his chest, shoved, stumbling herself backwards instead of him. Darcy sprawled across the floor, gown hanging off her in an awkward parody of a ravished princess. Her eyes were dark and her lips stung as if he'd actually cut her.

"What the fuck!" she swore at him. Her hands brushed across her lips as she stared angrily at him. His eyes were blank, as if he'd purposely hidden his emotions from her.

"You will learn better than to shout at me in my own kingdom Miss Lewis," he said coolly, calmly, as if he were speaking without feeling. "Now, get out."

Darcy, realizing that the fight was now over and that she had nowhere to turn, stood up. But instead of leaving, she stalked towards him and shoved a finger into his armor.

"Listen to me," she threatened, "I understand you're upset. I understand you're misunderstood. I've had my fair share of dealing with men like you before, and I seriously am sick of your shit-"

"You have no idea what I'm capable of!" he roared.

"You kill people, forfun!-"

"I kill mortals for fun!"

Darcy's mind snapped. She stopped talking instantly and instead opted for staring at him. Loki, looking for all the world like he'd said nothing wrong just watched her as she stared at him. Had she really expected him to say different? Did she really expect him to say that he cared about her race? She was mortal and he would live forever. She will die in a few decades, and he will die in millions of decades. Confident he'd won whatever little battle-like game they had he watched her, stunned to silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" she whispered, her fingers brushing across her lips.

Loki blinked. "What?"

"Why," she said louder, "Did you kiss me? If I am a puny,insignficantmortal, then why kiss me?"

"What signifcance does a kiss hold?" he lied smoothly, as if it meant nothing to anyone. It did, infact mean the opposite. He was just not sure why he'd kissed the hard mouthed mortal, even if her lips were anything but hard. But he'd be damnedif he were to tell just how she affected him. And he'd be damnnedthe consquences should Sigyn ever find out.

"Even you're not that talented a liar," she snapped angrily before spinning on her heel and leaving Loki in the room. Loki watched her form retreat and decided she was much too dangerous to ever let go.

She wouldn't be going anywhere, not for a while.

Oh Loki, what have you done? Things just can't be enough for you, can they? Darcy sees right through you. She knows you. What do you guys think? Everything still in character or am I straying to OOC? let me know so I can incorporate it into the next chapter!