Darcy/Cupid(from Xena). On Asgard for Jane's wedding. Morning. Sunrise. Blue. Wings.
The party was still in full swing when Darcy said goodnight and began making the long trek to her quarters through the quiet halls. As far as weddings went, she didn’t think she’d ever seen its equal, in grandeur or location. No matter how simple it had been for an Asgardian wedding, nothing could be done by halves when it came to Thor. Frigga made sure of that. And nothing could be left out of a party, Volstagg and Fandral made sure of that.
But she appreciated the cool feel of the floors as she walked barefoot, shoes in hand. The massive pillow of a bed called to her, but as soon as she made it into what could only be called her chambers, she caught first glimpse of light filtering through the window. And while the stars were Jane’s thing, a sunrise was hers.
A couple minutes later, she made her way through the silent garden that was nearest her side of the palace. She had stumbled on an amazing little nook earlier where a bench would award her with a stunning view, but when she got there, someone else already sat in her spot.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else would be here.”
“No worries, come,” he gestured the empty half of the bench, sit with me.“
With a small smile, she did just that. He was gorgeous. Gorgeous enough, he’d stood out at the wedding, but part of that might have been the gorgeous white wings on his back. Earlier he’d had robes as splendored as any of the other royalty, yet she couldn’t help but notice his jeans and shirt that would have blended right in on Earth.
"I’m Darcy,” she offered holding her hand out to shake.
His smile was quick and genuine when he shook her hand firmly, but his grip gentled as his hand lingered on hers before he finally let go.
“Wait, seriously? THE Cupid?”
He laughed and tilted his head.
“Well the Midgardian one. Most of the other realms have their own versions, though they’re usually called something else.”
“Huh. You just, look so normal,” she said, gesturing to his outfit.
He smiled good naturedly and shrugged. “I tend to enjoy some of the human comforts. And unlike my mother, I’ve learned to adapt my wardrobe over the last couple millenia.”
“Your mother? As in…”
She sank back into the bench with a shake of her head. “Man, and here I thought I’d become incapable of surprise after Thor and that lot.” As the information processed, another question popped up. “So wait, did you have anything to do with Jane and Thor?”
“Nope,” he said proudly. “That was them all on their own. It’s kind of nice when they take care of the hard work for me. And hopefully since I had nothing to do with it, my mother will leave them alone.”
“Why is that?”
“She’s just been fond of all the tragic romances lately, and I like Thor, I don’t want to see him get in the middle of that.”
“How do you know Thor then?”
“He and his brother tried to steal my bow a few hundred years back.” He smiled at the memory. “It was a hassle and I’m afraid things did get rather tangled with King Henry and his wives.”
“King Henry,” she cut herself off, aware of how flabbergasted she sounded. But she’d just been to the wedding of her best friend and boss with an alien prince and was sitting next to the bringer of love. Of course Earth history and royalty played in. This was her life now. For all she knew, Cupid and his mom may have been part of the reason for the Trojan War. “You might have to tell me about that sometime,” was what she settled on.
he have her another genuine smile, one filled with a hint of smoulder. “Remind me to tell you about that time I helped Michaelangelo get supplies. He used to mix this amazing blue that was the same color as your eyes.”
It was a line. She knew it was a line. She knew he knew that she knew it was a line. But damn was it a good one. So she just sat back with a laugh. “You seem to think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then, do you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he paused to sit back with her and lounge some more, invading a bit of her space with a smile. “I was thinking about it.”