Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is why I'm sad.

Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Thor/Jane, mentions of Steve Rogers/Darcy. Others mentioned and alluded to.

Summary: AU. Kind of. In the eyes of everybody and in the grand scheme of things, Darcy Lewis is a nobody. She's not important. She has no place in the grand design of things. That is, in the eyes of everybody except for Frigga, who knew that Darcy Lewis would be quite important in the years to come.

Semi-important A/N at bottom. Any mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance for them! Reviews are my life and true love. Just like you guys!

Twist of Fate

Chapter 2

Darcy feels bad for tasing him. She thinks it has to do with the years of viewing him as the Prince (to-be-King) of Asgard. If Darcy did this is Asgard, she'd face immediate death. (She knows though that Loki would find some way to get her out of it.)

Nevertheless, she knew he recognized her. She knew what he was going to say and Darcy has worked too hard, she's created a new life for herself outside of Asgard, to have it ruined by a Prince.

She follows Jane and Erik as they come to a stop in front of the Reception desk. Right. They have to fill out his information. Not that they know any of it. Well, Darcy knows some, if not most of it, she decides not to say anything. Plausible deniability and all that.

She vaguely wonders about intergalactic healthcare. She chuckles inwardly to herself. Oh yeah, she's really tired.

"His name?" The nurse asks them.

"He said his name is Thor." Jane answers, looking at Erik and Darcy for confirmation. Darcy nods quickly. She can tell that Jane is starting to freak out. Or she could just be strung out. The astrophysicist really needs to get some sleep. Darcy knows she'll just make a pot of coffee and drink it all. Without even sharing. Pfft, rude.

"T-H-O-R. His last name?"

Odinson. Darcy thinks to herself. Instead, the three of them share looks and shrugs.

Jane sighs, "Okay look, we don't actually know him. We just…met him."

Darcy chuckles, "she hit him with her car."

Jane glares, "she tased him."

Huh. She really did, didn't she? She grins, bites her lip and looks the other way. "Yes. Yes I did." (She wonders what Loki's reaction would be if he ever finds out about this. He'd probably laugh until tears stream down his cheeks.)

She misses him.

Thor would never willingly come to Midgard, Darcy thinks to herself, Earth, she amends a moment later. Which means that something must have happened. Something big. The fact that he's passed out and Mjölnir is nowhere in sight gives some sort of clue but not much. She hasn't been to Asgard in nearly four (Earth) years. Hasn't ever wanted to go back but she's never felt so isolated than she's feeling now.

Despite feeling that Asgard doesn't hold a place for her anymore, sometimes, her heart will still yearn for the golden city. She'll ache to once again step inside the library and breathe in the scent of thousand-year-old books. She wants to see Loki every single day, not just the off chance of him coming, claiming her, leaving her breathless and then disappearing. She aches for the days that they would lounge in the library and when Darcy was under the impression that maybe-just maybe-he could see her as more than a mere companion but as a woman. As a potential partner.

(She's had him a few times and every time he leaves his mark on her. He punctures her very soul and burns his essence into her.)

Thinking of Loki makes her think of Thor and then makes her think of this entire situation. She knows that Loki's relationship with Thor is a tumultuous one but he loves his older brother. Just like she knows that Thor loves him. Whatever harebrained (Loki's words, not hers) scheme Thor and friends would find themselves in, Loki would be there to pull them out. He would support Thor through everything and Thor, as often as he could, would return the favor. All of this, all of everything Darcy has ever known and seen of the two brothers, would make it seem that Loki would come and get his brother.

But he hasn't come. Thor is in the hospital, obviously without powers, for reasons that Darcy still doesn't know of and Loki is nowhere to be seen. Something's wrong. Something is very wrong.

Odin himself would have been tearing the Nine Realms to get his son and heir to the throne back to Asgard…unless...no. Darcy refuses to think it. She's heard of banishment yes, but only for the most heinous of crimes and even then, most Asgardians would prefer death. For an Æsir to be banished and stripped of his powers…oh Thor, oh Loki, what's happened?

"What do you see?" Jane asks Erik eagerly, effectively snapping Darcy out of her daze.

Darcy realizes then that she's been staring at the same photo ever since they walked into the lab.

"Stars, Jane." Erik says, exasperated. "I see stars."

"But not ours. Look." She holds up two pieces of paper and shows them to Erik. "This one is ours, this one isn't."

Darcy is staring at a photo on the board and it's glows orange and red but that's not what has caught her eyes. No, it's the figure inside of it. Is this what it looks like? So…trippy.

"Jane." Erik says, "You're crazy. Do you even know what you're suggesting?"

"Whoa." Darcy breathes. Sometimes, sometimes, her breath is taken away by everything her people can do and all that Midgardians cannot comprehend. Although, she supposed that Midgardians are her people now. Asgardians are people she used to know. Asgard, a place in her mind that is becoming distant and blurry, falling towards the edge, as if it were nothing but a dream. A fanciful creation born out of boredom and way too much science fiction and fantasy. "You guys need to look at this."

She knows that this will blow Jane's mind and she knows that Erik will come to terms with it sooner or later (she's banking on the much sooner.)

Jane takes a moment to look at it and then she gasps. Her eyes becoming steely and determined. She turns away.

"Where are you going?" Erik calls after her.

"We left something at the Hospital."

"I really do hope you mean thing and not one." Erik tells her. He grabs the edge of Darcy's sleeve and drags her along. "Come on, kid. If she's determined to take me down, I'm taking you down too."

Darcy sputters. "Thanks Erik. Thanks."

He smiles at her and than eyes her bag. "You've got your taser, right?"

"Never go anywhere without it."

"Good. Something tells me you'll probably need to use it again."

She doesn't need to use it again because as it turns out, Thor pitched a hissy fit of epic proportions. As in, major damage repair, epic proportions. She thinks she may have to remind him that he's not in Asgard anymore and things are not built to withstand the God of Thunder and his incredible size and girth. He'd probably just laugh at her.

Jane is bemoaning their luck. "We have to find him." She says. She puts the car in reverse and Darcy takes out her taser. Then Jane hits something.

The three of them scramble out of the van and look at Thor on the ground, unconscious, by being hit by the same car twice. Dude just doesn't have any luck, Darcy thinks. Then she looks at Jane. "That was so your fault."

"Not helping." Jane hisses, "come on, we have to get him in the back."

Erik groans. "I'm getting too old for this."

Thor wakes up while they're driving back to lab which, let's be honest, both she and Erik breathe out a sigh of relief, because they definitely did not want to carry him out of the van. He's groggy and agitated and still unfamiliar with his surroundings. He still looks at her and still opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Darcy is one step ahead of him, always shaking her head vigorously.

Even though, she's heard Loki call his brother simple-minded more than once, Thor understands her message and shuts the hell up. Which Darcy is forever thankful for.

They get back to the lab and Darcy immediately takes her seat at the table.

"We need to get you new clothes." Jane mutters. "Clothes, clothes. Where can I get him clothes without being suspicious?"

"What about Donnie's old stuff?" Darcy asks her. Oh Donnie. She remembers Donnie. He was good-looking. A bit of an asshole but good-looking. Jane loved him once upon a time. Than she got angry with his hot-and-cold routine. They broke up. Amicably. Jane's perfectly okay with how it ended.

"I put his stuff in storage."

Or maybe not so okay with it.

"Jane and I will go to storage and get clothes. Darcy…are you okay here by yourself? It'll only be for fifteen minutes, maximum." Erik tells her.

Darcy nods, takes her taser of out of her bag and places it on the table. "Oh, I'm sure we'll be just fine."

They leave and it isn't until she sees the monstrosity of a van pull away that she turns to Thor. "Alright buddy, you and I? Yeah, we so need to talk."

"You started a war with Jötunheimr." Darcy states after Thor gives her the short version of what happened. "Are you insane?"

"It was the right thing to do." Thor says, his voice echoing throughout the lab.

Darcy snorts, "obviously not, seeing as how your father-The Allfather-has banished you. Jesus Christ, Thor!"

"Who is this Jesus Christ?" He asks curiously.

Darcy pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm not getting into this with you right now. We'll talk religion and existentialism later. You. Do. Not. Know. Me."

"Of course I know you." Thor argues, crossing his arms over his chest. "I have seen you many times with Loki in Asgard. You are Asgardian."

Oh, her heart hurts at the mention of Loki.

"But I'm not." She tells him softly. "I'm half. My father was Midgardian." She takes a deep breath and looks around the lab, "this…this is my home now. I've created a life here Thor." She won't feel bad about ditching the royal title, because for all intents and purposes, he's on her turf now. "And Midgard-Earth-it's beautiful. The people, the places, everything about this place surpasses everything you could have imagined. Everyone just thinks I'm this quirky political science student with zero knowledge of what I'm doing with my life and that's how I want it." She fiddles with her fingers. "Thor, please. I'm begging you, I know this is hard for you, I know it is but you cannot, under any circumstances, let it be known that I haven't lived here my entire life."

"This is a foreign land." Thor tells her. "You are the only familiar face I know."

Her heart thuds against her chest. She knows it's difficult but Darcy has worked too hard for everything she has now to let it be blown out of the water because Thor wants to talk to a familiar face. "Thor…I can't. Our kind…Asgardians, the Nine Realms, only those who specialize in it know that it exists. I'm human. I like being human. Please don't take my home away from me." It's the only thing I have anymore.

"You are a formidable woman, Darcy Lewis. I can see now why my brother chose to spend his time with you."

Her breath catches in her throat. "Thor…about Loki…how is he?" Did he find someone else to talk to? Was he alone? Has he fallen in love at all? Did he ever talk about me?

Thor lifts his head and stares at her. "He…has not been the same."

"How?" She asks, desperation hanging on her voice.

"'How' what?" Jane asks, a box in her arms as she and Erik come through the doors.

Oh God, she didn't even hear them. She clears her throat. "How can he be so cut? I mean seriously, hello GQ."

Jane shakes her head and thrusts a shirt and pair of jeans at him.

After Thor pulls on the clothes, he looks at himself in the mirror and rubs his stomach. "These mortal bodies are weak. I require sustenance."

Jesus, she doesn't think she, Jane and Erik combined have enough income to fully satisfy Thor.

She thrusts a box of pop tarts at him. He inhales them and demands more.

Gluttony, thy name is Thor.

Asgard

He has a feeling, a deep twisted feeling inside of him that he knows why he turned blue instead of getting burned like Volstagg. He doesn't want to acknowledge it. Doesn't want to even think about it, but he does. It turns out that it's all he can think about and Loki has always been very curious.

He studies the casket in front of him. It glows blue, just like his skin did before. He grasps the edges with surprisingly steady hands and lifts it. Everything happens at once. He can feel the changing in his skin, in his bones, in his eyes. He knows that if he were to look in a mirror, they would be a shade of crimson red. (He vaguely wonders if Darcy would have him like this. If she would accept him looking like this.)

"STOP!" His father (is he though, is he really?) shouts.

"Am I cursed?" Loki wonders aloud. He can see his blue skin and he hopes and prays that it is indeed just a curse, because curses can be fixed most of the time. Loki would find a way to fix this, but genetics…he cannot fix that.

"What am I?" He places the casket down, his back still facing his father. He doesn't want him to see him like this.

"You are my son." Odin answers wearily.

There is a pang inside his chest. He pushes it away. He turns around and wills his body to return to normal. It does.

"The casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jötunheimr that day was it?"

Then his father (Odin) explains it to him and everything becomes so clear. Everything he has ever known has been a lie. He's not Odin's son. He's Laufey's son. Laufeyson. Oh, he feels sick. He feels twisted. There is an anger so permeable that etches throughout his entire being.

"Why did you take me?" He asks. It doesn't make any sense. If Odin had any sense at all he would have killed him all those centuries ago. If Odin had any sense, he would have told Loki his true heritage. Instead, the lie festered and Loki was made to believe that he was Æsir. Lies. Lies. Lies. He is the God of Mischief and Lies. It only seems fitting that his entire life be one giant lie too. "There must have been a purpose." Odin doesn't say anything and the sinking feeling in his stomach returns. "TELL ME!" He roars. He cannot take any more lies. Not today. Not now.

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day. Bring about an alliance. Bring about a permanent peace. Through you."

Loki can feel his face fall. He can feel everything he has ever known, ever cherished, bottom out from beneath him. Then he thinks of a young woman, with blue eyes and hair as black as night. He thinks of her laugh and the way she responds to his touch. He thinks of the way she loves him wholly and completely and then he thinks of how she left him (not really though, Darcy Lewis could never leave him.) If things had gone differently, he would have never met her. He would never know what she tastes like, what she feels like. "So," Loki says, his voice rough and he can feel an unwanted tear stream down his cheek, "I am nothing more than a stolen relic." He pauses and then speaks again, "you could have told me the truth." Everything could have been avoided if you had just spoken the truth to the God of Lies.

The anger, the hurt, the desperation, the loathing bursts inside of him. He's brimming with hatred and contempt and he wants nothing more than to see this man brought to his knees before him. Loki wants to laugh hysterically. He wants to scream and he wants to kill, just so Odin could feel what he's feeling. "I am the monster parents tell their children." He thinks of Darcy again, she's infiltrating his mind and he wants to rip her memory away from him.

It's all so clear now, why Odin favored Thor. Because he is his son. Loki isn't. Loki is a monster. Odin made him a monster.

Then Odin crumples and closes his eyes.

Something is pulling at him, an emotion he cannot (will not) name. "Guards! Guards, help!" He knows Odin has fallen into Odinsleep.

After Odin is taken away, Loki stays rooted in his spot.

Odin has fallen. Thor is banished. A twisted smirk crosses his face, his heart blackens and his mind begins to plan. And he, Loki, will rise.

(In the deep recesses of his mind, he hears a familiar laugh that belongs to a familiar young woman with familiar blue eyes and familiar hair as black as night. Darcy, he thinks, Darcy. You left me.)

(He wonders idly what she would think of him now.)

So…I've been shitty. Want to know why? Because I won't lie to you. Sherlock/Molly, over in the Sherlock BBC fandom have taken over my life and I am ashamed to admit that this story has taken a backburner. But DO NOT FEAR! Because this story is back. And hopefully will kick ass. If it doesn't…that's completely my fault, lol.

I've got some explaining to do: I've mapped out this story. Chapters and all! In total, if everything goes to plan, there should be six (at most eight) chapters. They will be long. I am telling you this now, lol. I hope you guys like long chapters. The reason for this is because I'm a lazy person. Unfortunately. I have this obsession with keeping things under ten chapters when it comes to writing because if I don't, then I lose interest. Which is a horrible thing to admit, but I just needed to let you guys know that chapters will be updated in the very near future (I will not abandon this story again or you guys again!) and they'll most likely be long.

A very smart very awesome reviewer asked a question about whether or not Darcy has any powers and I am ashamed to admit that aspect never crossed my mind. However; since it was brought up, I've been thinking and my answer is no, I don't think she does. For the main reason that she's half-human and moreover she accepts her human side over her Asgardian side. She bleeds the same way humans do, she is injured the same way. She's just as susceptible to mortality but I suppose it would take a much stronger force to kill her. So, that is my answer. I hope this clears things up and I apologize so so much for not thinking about it beforehand.

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