Darcy Lewis never imagined she'd be living in a house trailer in the New Mexico desert with the God of Thunder and his sociopath brother, but she's making the best of the situation. Until a frozen corpse shows up on the front porch. Casting herself as amateur sleuth, she embarks on a journey that will challenge her definitions of good, evil, love and what it is to be human.

One step forward, eight steps back. — Sif/Loki.

When she feels out of place at an Avengers Christmas party, Darcy seeks out another outcast: the God of Mischief. What ensues? A few good laughs, a few tears, a lot of romance and even some secret Santa. Post Thor: The Dark World (with a few creative liberties taken) (Formatting issues fixed)

Loki and Sif play chess in his cell.

His eyes are enchanting. Her lips are soft. But fairy tales rarely have happy endings.

Her heart aches, her entire chest thrums with a love too big and too vast for her body to contain—her darling, bright, quicksilver son. (a study of frigga and loki, pre-thor movie and into thor 2.)

I alone know, as I think I do know, / your love beside Thor, / and that was the wicked Loki.