Author's Note: Okay, I could never imagine Darcy as older than in her twenties. Like, ever. So for this story, I bent the rules of time and basically place her in her late twenties. How do I explain this unnatural phenomena? I don't know, maybe Jane hooked her up with some anti-aging Asgardian creme... Choose your own logic.

Sorry for the long break, anyway. I was doing Camp NaNoWriMo and couldn't write Revengers. HAD to write my Original Novel. So, sorry! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! ~Jazzy

P.S. Lupe got a role playing tumblr. You should find him. I had to change some things for the role playing, but meh. Lupelokison . Tumblr .com

P.P.S. Please Review it makes my day! :D

Chapter 18: Meeting the Thunder God


On a Highway Somewhere...

"I don't know- how would I know that?!" Darcy said with a small flail of her arms. "I'm not part of S.H.I.E.L.D., or married to Thor- how would I know where Lo-"

"You will take me to him," Býleistr ordered coolly. "I'm sure you will find a way to locate him."

"No arguing with a demi-god," the woman sighed, improving her grip on the steering wheel. She looked out around her, as the dry desert land sped past her.

Býleistr turned to face her with an angry look, "Don't for one second mistake me for the traitorous /Asgardians/" he spat. "Next time you make such a mistake, I guarantee you it will be your last."

Darcy's eyes widened briefly. He clearly had some deep rooted anger issues. "Okay, Okay. I got it." She exhaled deeply, turning her gaze back to the road, thinking quickly. "The only place I could imagine Loki to be would be New York. However I think he is actually back on Asgard-"

"Your thinking is incorrect. Loki has not been on Asgard for a long time." The man replied sternly, not giving away his source of knowledge. He glanced out of the window at the dusty landscape. Wasn't Midgard supposed to be covered in water?

"So what are you? Intergalactic police?" Darcy said with a small laugh.

"Police? I do not understand the term."

"/It's like Thor all over again.../" Darcy whispered to herself. "It's the people who catch criminals and stuff."

Býleistr thought for a second, then nodded. "You could say I'm that."

A few minutes of silence occupied the car. Darcy squirmed a little, but the strange alien in her car didn't seem fazed. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach about the stranger. He seemed ruthless- like he wouldn't care what happened to anyone else as long as he got Loki. Every time an alien came to earth, destruction followed in their wake. And there was the fact that he seemed hostile to Asgardians.

As far as Darcy was concerned, 99% of Asgardians were good (the obvious exclusion being Loki). So if the stranger was against them... it could stand to reason he wasn't a nice guy. But if he was against Loki specifically...

No, he also didn't like Thor, she had noticed.

She had to help him, or lose her own life. Right now it didn't matter what would happen later on. Darcy was just concerned with making it out alive...


4.

Tryst couldn't sleep. After three hours of tossing and turning, she hopped out of bed and grabbed the small crystal from her knapsack. It was small enough to fit comfortably in her hand, and clear like ice. Earlier, she had attempted to use it to contact her father. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked.

She missed her dad a lot, and it was the first time she had been alone on Midgard. Tryst clutched the crystal, and muttered a few of the spell's words. She wasn't good at magic, but she knew enough to cast the simple contact spell.

A dull ringing sounded in her ears as the spell traveled. Then, it stopped, as the crystal pulsed. A small image of her father appeared. She held the crystal aloft and smiled. He sat in his throne room, and she could see the large windows that lay behind his throne, where the bright Asgardian sun was shimmering.

"Father! It is most pleasing to see you!" she said with a small bow. Thor smiled. "I tried to gain audience with you earlier-"

"I am sorry, daughter. I was unavailable at the time. I had to travel to Jotunheim for some business." He said, his voice downcast like his eyes.

"Jotunheim?!" She said in shock. "What business do you have there?"

"It seems their frozen prince has awoken, and I traveled there on a diplomatic mission."

"How did it go?"

"As it turns out, the prince was unavailable." Thor said with a deep laugh. "But no matter- daughter, how are you faring?"

"Quite well, father," Tryst said respectfully. "I have made contact with 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' and I am currently training with them."

"Daughter, what is the matter?" Thor glanced at Tryst, noticing the hesitancy in her speech. She was avoiding something. Her father knew her too well, and could tell.

"I have met someone father, that no one expected to see..."

"Who?" Thor asked, careful to keep his voice calm and diplomatic.

"His name is Lupe... and father..." Tryst looked down at her feet before speaking. She wasn't sure whether or not to continue. How unlike her. If it had been two months ago, she would have immediately told her father. Her loyalty to him was unquestioned. She was confused about her feelings, but managed to answer, "He is your brother Loki's son."

The news took a second to sink in. Then Thor's face lit up. "Are you yet joking with me, my daughter?" He smiled.

"No, father, I am quite serious. And I saw your brother as well."

Then Thor's face dropped. "You have seen Loki? Where? What was he doing?"

"J-just for a moment," Tryst said with a stutter. She scooted closer to the crystal, holding it near her face. Her father's eyes flickered along the gem's surface. "He was visiting my cousin. It seemed like they had never met. Then, he left as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived."

Thor sighed. "This is worrisome. Loki on the loose can mean no good for Midgard." He rung his hands, itching for Mjolnir.

"Are you going to come to Midgard then?"

"I am afraid with all the trouble on Jotunheim I cannot... But I shall advise you. I don't want you to get into a direct fight with my brother. He is too strong for you." Tryst bit her lip, looking down. "I do not doubt your strength, daughter." Thor said comfortingly. "If I had, you would not be on Midgard now. But my brother has had millennias to practice his magic. He nearly took down your planet."

Tryst nodded solemnly.

"I would wish to see my nephew, daughter, if you can get him."

"Of course, father. I shall go call for him."

Tryst walked out of her room, and gently closed the door. She hopped down the hallway towards Lupe's room. She knocked on his door, and waited a patient five seconds before barging in.

"LUPE! Wake up, cousin!" She said, only slightly quieter then a yell. Lupe didn't respond, completely crashed out on his bed. Tryst walked up and poked his back, which was exposed. Thankfully, he wore pajama pants. However, Tryst noticed that his bare back was covered in angry red marks, that seemed to grow across his skin.

"Lupe?" She asked, poking the mark. He flinched but did not move. "Cousin, wake up..."

She pushed him over, exposing his front side. His hair covered his eyes, which were closed shut.

"By Odin's Ravens, WAKE UP!" She yelled.

Nothing.

He was still breathing, and she could feel his pulse, but he wasn't waking up. "Cousin, if this is some sort of trickery..." she whispered. But he still didn't move. "...It's not funny anymore."


2.

Lupe could feel his skin burning as he held the flames aloft around him. "Keep it up for just a few seconds longer," Loki commanded him, standing a couple of feet away, observing him.

The tendrils of flame curled around his skin, etching their pattern into his back. But he endured, gritting his teeth and not making a sound. Finally, he collapsed on the ground, the flame extinguishing around him with a violent hiss.

"Good. That was very good," Loki said with a slight purr. He rarely offered compliments, and the small phrase made the suffering a little lighter. "You are advancing incredibly well. I think tomorrow we'll start with the-" Loki froze. "I hear someone calling you... Thor's daughter. You should go." He snapped his fingers, and Lupe woke up in his bed. Tryst stood over him like a ghost. He let out a small grunt, immediately feeling his back ache.

"Tryst!" He sat up. "How long have you been...?!"

"For several minutes. You were not waking up, cousin. And your back is..." she winced. "You must come to my room. My father wishes to speak with you..."

Lupe swallowed hard. Her father... Thor... He bristled slightly, remembering Loki's constant harsh words towards the King of Asgard. Then he shook it off, reminding himself of Tryst's. Only time would tell who was right. Even though his father was the God of Lies, Lupe had learned to look past it. He knew his father. He wasn't that bad.

He stood up. "Let me put on a shirt first," he said with a slight grumble. He reached into his makeshift dresser and pulled on a plain white tee shirt before Tryst dragged him out of the room into hers.

"Follow my lead," she whispered in his ear as she approached the crystal. The entire room was filled with an eerie blue glow, and Lupe could see the white lines of magic filling the area. He heard the hum of magic surround him.

"Father, I am sorry to make you wait so long," Tryst bowed down. "This is Lupe Lokison." She pushed Lupe up to the crystal. He stared at its glossy surface for a moment, unsure of what to do. Tryst nodded at him, giving him a 'well, go on' gesture.

Lupe cleared his throat. "Er, hello..." He said cautiously, looking at the image. It was a man who appeared to be in his late twenties with long blonde hair and a beard. He looked exceedingly similar in appearance to Tryst. Well, that made sense.

"My daughter has told me about you, Lupe Lokison," The man's voice boomed through the room, as if he were actually there. "My name is Thor Odinson, and I am the King of Asgard, and your uncle."

"It's a ... pleasure to meet you," Lupe said finally.

"Indeed. I was not aware that my brother had a child on Midgard, otherwise I would have contacted you long ago. I know the true meaning and importance of family." Thor sighed deeply, as if remembering something painful. "I wish to meet you in person some time soon, nephew."

"On Asgard?"

"Yes, naturally. It shall do you good to learn more about your heritage and your ancestry. There we can also prepare your rightful ceremony-" Thor stopped, noticing Lupe's confused look.

"A ceremony? For what?"

"You are of the royal family, Lupe Lokison. You are rightfully a noble of Asgard. You have yet to be crowned as a god, as you should. Tryst underwent her ceremony many years ago, but is now enduring the Idunn Trials..." Thor frowned. "I can see all this information is confusing to you. I shall explain it more to you later, when you come to Asgard. And perhaps my brother shall come to meet me as well, when you are here. We have been searching for him for many years."

"I see."

"Have you seen your father recently?" Thor asked.

Lupe paused, briefly wondering how to answer. In person? No. In his dreams? Well, yes. And disturbingly so. "No, I have not. I had only met him once before," He answered slowly. "And that was several weeks ago. Tryst can tell you."

"Indeed father. The meeting was a while ago. I shall keep you informed of events here," Tryst replied.

"Good, my daughter. It was good to meet you, nephew. And daughter, please contact me in three days time. I do not wish to disturb your slumber any longer."

Tryst severed the connection with the crystal, and the room grew pitch black, as both the light from the crystal and the glowing ley lines disappeared at once.

"G'night Tryst," Lupe said tiredly, walking out of his room. Tryst muttered a reply, but Lupe wasn't listening. He threw himself on to his bed and closed his eyes. Within seconds he was back in the library.

"What was that all about?" Loki asked coolly.

Lupe frowned, looking down at his feet before confidently answering, "Thor just asked about you. And me. He's on to us."