Usually when I'm writing something I get another million ideas. For that purpose I made a sketch dump of sorts. It will contain various drabbles focusing on Loki, Darcy or both.

Darcy is not particularly pleased when she comes home to discover that her two year old son is standing next to a broken vase. It's not the object she's worried about. Instead she quietly takes in the droplets of blood staining the floor. Her baby boy isn't crying but tear tracks mark his cheeks and Darcy know exactly what happened.

She bends down and takes the boy in her arms whispering soothingly as her hand traces the sole of his tiny foot. Sticky thick red blood stains her hand in a matter of seconds. Darcy doesn't panic; she can't afford to. "How did you manage to do this Derrick?" she asks gently. The child doesn't answer; he rarely speaks even though he can do so perfectly.

Darcy sets him on the couch and walks to the bathroom. She returns with a bottle of disinfectant and some bandages. She puts sanitizer on one piece of cloth and starts wiping the small wound her son managed to obtain in his play. Derrick is silent, his green eyes attentively watching her. After the cut is clean a bandage is wrapped around it carefully.

"I'm sorry." Derrick says, making Darcy jump. "I didn't mean to break the vase." he offers and his lips arrange in a pout.

"I know." Darcy's voice is gentle; she is trying to comfort her child. "It's alright." she said and runs her fingers through his slick black hair. Offhandedly she notices that he looks more like his father with every passing day. She's just worried that one day his skin will suddenly turn blue. Darcy has nothing against blue, but others might.

She kisses Derrick's forehead and the bell rings suddenly. With a sigh she gets up from the floor. "Stay here." she tells him. "And stay put." she warns. Derrick flashes her one innocent smile and Darcy inwardly worries. He is too much like his father. Even so she saunters to the door ready to give the unsuspecting visitor hell. It's late, for the love of God!

The door is opened with a sharp tug from Darcy. She opens her mouth to say something but immediately stops. Her eyes, blue pools, are fixed on the person in the door way. She lets out a shaky breath, it's all that she can manage, and feels all of her power leaving her. This can't be happening. No way. Not to her. The universe must be laughing at her. Still no words come out.

"Darcy Lewis I wonder if you have forgotten your manners." the intruders says in a familiar drawl.

As if woken from a daze Darcy replies, "No! But maybe you have. Loki Odinson, why are you here? And at this late hour too."

"You didn't actually think you could hide forever." He enters the apartment without trouble. "Did you?" The question is rhetorical. "That would be plain stupid and you are far more intelligent than that." Loki hangs his coat and turns to smirk at her.

"Hope never dies." Darcy aims to stab with her words. "But you sure are choking mine."

Loki frowns. He gracefully raises his hand towards her and Darcy shrinks back. The man stops for a second and gives her a chilling look. "Darcy I came here to-" he never finishes.

"Mommy!" her son yells from the rooms and Darcy is vaguely aware that a storm has started outside. Her brain however quickly pulls her together. Loki doesn't know about Derrick so his surprise is not unexpected and Darcy panics. He shouldn't have come here. It's too late though.

Loki's eyes are big and disbelieving. He stalks past Darcy and comes to the entrance of the room the voice came from. He sees a small boy sitting on a worn couch. And the first thing that hits Loki is that the child has his eyes. Deep, dark green fathomless depths on fair skin. The boy, no older than two, is his spitting image down to the ebony hair. Loki puts two and two together. He can hear Darcy behind him but he's too absorbed with this new discovery.

His sleeve is pulled roughly and Loki whirls around. "You didn't tell me." His words are accusing but also full of hurt. "Why?" Darcy stays quiet.

Derrick is confused and scared. A clap of thunder breaks the silence and the boy can't help but squeak. "Mommy!" he screams for Darcy with more urgency this time and whimpers at a strike of lightning. His mother rushes to his side and takes him in her arms. Her hands hold him securely against her chest and she whispers encouragements in his ear.

Loki watches in awe the scene unfolding. Strangely he doesn't feel out of place when the boy's eyes land on him. "Who is he, mommy?" he asks and buries his face in Darcy's shoulder.

"I am your father." Loki tells the boy. Darcy wants to smack him for being so straight forward.

"Really? You're my daddy?" Derrick is beside himself. He looks to his mother for confirmation and Darcy can do nothing but nod. She is rewarded with a million watt smile and the boy trying to make her put him down.

"Derrick!" Darcy admonishes. "Stop it."

"Let him be." Loki butts in and takes Derrick from her arms despite her protests. The boy is perfectly content with it and clings to his father like a second skin.

Darcy just knows this means trouble. Wherever Loki is, trouble is sure to follow. The only thing she wants is to keep her son safe. If anything happens to Derrick on Loki's account, Darcy swears she'll rip his head off, god or not.

Loki glances her way with amusement as if hearing her thoughts. "It's going to be alright." he tells her. Somehow Darcy finds that hard to believe. Nothing has been alright ever since she met Loki. No doubt that's not going to change. Darcy feels a headache coming. This is definitely going to hell.

"It better be."

Well, there you go. 1000 words exactly, only for your enjoyment.

PS. I also corrected some of the grammar mistakes.