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AU // Darcy Lewis as a Demi-Goddess as suggested by @typhoidmeri

– I made a short ficlet to go with the fan art –

It was their first time in Asgard.

Well, not really. It was Jane’s second?
Third? Seventh? In Asgard. It was her first.
Darcy has been invited the previous times they had to cross the rainbow
bridge, but she refused. Her mother would kill her.

“Those Asgardians with their stupid tree of
life and their posh golden castles. They think they’re so much better than us
Olympians. They’re obviously wrong, Darcy, so don’t listen to a word they say,”
her uncle’s siblings used to say. (Zeus. It was mostly Zeus. And Hera. And
Ares.)

Who was her uncle? No one other than Hades.
Who was her mother? The goddess Nyx. Which was kind of ironic since Darcy
herself didn’t really personify night skies and darkness. Although ending up
working for (with!!!) Jane made sense when she thought about it. She didn’t
tell her friend though, when she chose to help clear the skies when they went
out star hunting.

“You’ll love it Darce! Everything’s so
golden, and they have the perfect view of the sky. And there are so many things
to learn! Their healers know advanced medical techniques!”

Darcy listened to Jane, all the time
pretending she heard this for the first time. (She already heard it from uncle
Zeus. “They think their technology is better than ours simply because it’s
fancier! Heathens!!! Their healers can’t even-“)

“Darcy! Are you even listening?”

“Yes Jane. Rainbow bridge. Awesome doctors
and nurses. Golden gates.”

“Darcy!”

“What? My expertise is negotiating between
countries. Not which doctors can cure the flue faster.”

“Just don’t be a drag? Odin has went from
hating me to tolerating me, and I can’t have you-“

“Jeopradize your relationship with Thor.
Goddit boss lady.”

Thor called for Heimdall and in a flash
they were transported. Darcy’s eyes hurt the moment they landed. Odin must be
overcompensating for something.

“Welcome, Lady Jane and Lady Darcy. If you
feel queasy, that is normal.”

“Nah, I’m fine golden eyes,” she stated to
who she assumed was Heimdall, standing straight with his golden regalia. He
raised an eyebrow, and she mentally slapped herself. This guy already knew her
secret, didn’t he?

“Your rooms await you,” he replies, simply
smiling rather mysteriously Darcy’s way.

One of the maids (slaves? Long line of
servants families? She didn’t know how the service industry works in Asgard,
okay?) led her to her room, which was so much bigger than her dingy apartment
back on Earth

“A dress has been chosen for you, milady. Please wear it to the
ball,” the maid said. Jane walked by and whispered rather loudly, “Please wear
it Darcy. The dinner’s formal and it’s polite to wear it so don’t wear one of
your strappy dresses for bar hopping.”

Darcy faked a gasp. “I would never!” she
said before laughing and entering her room.

She looked at her dress. Wearing Asgardian
clothes as a daughter of an Olympian (well…technically Chthonic) deity? Even
Hades, as patient as he is, would get angry. Something about wearing the
clothes of the enemy team. Thank goodness she brought one of the dresses her aunt
made for her. Persephone did always have good taste. It was polite enough for a
formal dinner party, without looking to Midgardian, but still not Grecian
enough to make people notice that she was a half. “Aunt Seph, you’re the best!”

Darcy cleaned and prepped herself,
wondering what kind of people were invited to the king’s feast. Asgardians
probably ate a lot. At least, if most of them ate like Thor they would. She donned on her dress. It was a pretty
lilac-ish, lavender-ish (Persephone’s words, not hers!) colour that was soft
enough to obscure her familial ties. She wasn’t bold enough to wear her
mother’s colours to an Asgardian feast.

Darcy stepped out of her room and promptly
crashed into another body. Another rather hard, leather-bound body.

“I didn’t know we invited the Olympian
pantheon to an Asgardian feast,” the sarcastic voice drawled. Drawled. It made
her skin crawl. And not in a bad way. She wished it was in a bad way.

“You didn’t. I’m Midgardian. Fling me off a
roof and I die Midgardian???” she replied, trying to conceal her panic and her
lie. He really was as smart as the stories told.

“We can test that theory of yours.”

“Be ready to be beaten to a pulp by Bruce
again if you try to do that Loki,” she said right back, boldly looking up at
him (quite up, he was a tall man).

His reply was an amused smirk.

“Well, milady?” he finally said after a
long rather tense silence. She took his offered arm and they went together to
the ballroom where the feast was held.
Darcy was floored. Everything was gold. Chairs, pillars, the goddamn
ceiling. Everything. It didn’t compare to Tartarus, obviously, because the dark
glinting walls and silver lights that made up her second home grew on her.
Asgard was just so 180 she kind of went into shock.

Her eyes scanned the entire
room. Her hand went up to cover her open mouth. It was gorgeous. Jane totally didn’t exaggerate.

“Shocked? I assume there is nothing like
this on Midgard,” Loki said, a smirk on his face from what she could see from
the corner of her eye.

“Cathedrals, my man, cathedrals are totally
like this. And castles. Palaces? Yeah those.”

“Midgardian palaces?” he inquired, his
smirk growing, as if he know something he shouldn’t, and would use it against
her.

Darcy starts to get cold sweat in fear of
her secret getting spilled.

You’re
a god damn demi-goddess, Darcy Lewis! Get over yourself! You can get through an
Asgardian meet n greet!

But before she could tell Loki to shut his
trap, fanfares started and they were ushered in.