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“‘My mother would like to visit us here on Earth for her birthday,’ he said,” Darcy muttered mockingly under her breath, her anxiety and irritation boiling to a peak, “‘It’ll be fun,’ he said.”
She stood over a giant mixing bowl, balancing it in the crook of her arm while holding up a cook book, her other hand attempting to whisk the cake batter as she read the recipe. Her hair stood frizzy and disheveled atop her head, and she could feel the cake batter that had splatted across her cheek and forehead begin to harden.
To put it simply, Darcy Lewis looked a hot mess.
"Oh my…" Loki muttered as he entered the kitchen, taking in the sight before him.
"Say something," Darcy challenged, not even looking up from her cookbook. "SAY SOMETHING, I DARE YOU."
Loki held up his hands in surrender, taking a cautious step back as he watched her dump the contents of the bowl into a pan, “You know, Darcy, no one is forcing you to bake this cake…”
Darcy groaned, trying to even out the batter in the pan with a spatula, “You don’t get it. I feel like I have to try so hard to impress your mom, ever since I married you last month. She’s so regal and sophisticated and I’m so…not. So I hope you understand that I can’t just go out and get a store-bought cake for the Queen of Asgard.”
"Darling," Loki began, his voice soothing as he tried to calm her down, "my mother is - "
The doorbell rang before Loki could finish his sentence.
"HERE. YOUR MOTHER IS HERE!" Darcy cried, yanking open the oven door and throwing the cake pan. She whirled around, struggling to untie her apron as Loki approached her and placed both hands on her shoulders in an effort to steady her.
"Breathe, relax," Loki commanded, gazing down at her. "Go upstairs and change your clothing. I will entertain my mother in the meanwhile and take your cake out of the oven to cool when it is done."
"Thank you," Darcy breathed out the words as Loki planted a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
"Mmm," He said, running his tongue over his lips as he tasted the batter that had landed on her forehead, "you taste particularly sweet this evening."
"The Queen. Go. Now." Darcy pointed towards the door as another round of knocking ensued, and Loki winked at her as he left to answer it.
“Haaaappy biiiirthdaaaay to youuu,” Darcy sang to the queen as she brought out the now completed and perfect cake. Both Frigga and Loki smiled at her as she approached the table where they sat.
She was just about to set it down in front of Frigga when her shoe caught on the rug, and her life flashed before her eyes as the cake toppled out of her hands and straight down onto Frigga’s lap.
The room was stunned into silence as the three of them stared down at the cake that had just taken a nose-dive onto Frigga’s dress. Darcy felt her stomach drop in mortification, oblivious to Frigga’s subdued chuckling.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Darcy repeated over and over again, bringing a hand to her mouth, "Oh my god, I am so sorry."
"Loki, would you mind cleaning up this mess?" Frigga asked calmly, quick to respond as Loki nodded his head. "I’d be grateful if Darcy could show me to your living quarters, perhaps provide me with a change of clothing?"
"Of course, oh my god," Darcy agreed, her thoughts reeling. This was definitely the worst case scenario she could have imagined. "Follow me, your highness."
Darcy led Frigga up a flight of stairs and into her bedroom, picking out towel for her to use and a change of clothing as she gestured towards the bathroom. Frigga emerged minutes later wearing the same dress, only it was cake-free and spotless.
"I really am so sorry," Darcy blurted out again, chewing on her lip as she finally made eye contact with Frigga for the first time. She noticed the queen was smiling, and it threw her off guard.
"Darcy, sit down please," Frigga commanded gently, and Darcy instantly sat down on the edge of the bed as Frigga sat next to her, "As you can tell, I was able to magik away the stains instantly - that really was no problem at all, my dear. I asked you to come up her with me as an excuse so we could have a little private conversation. Not that I don’t love my son - but I think it’s time you and I spoke exclusively, don’t you?"
Darcy nodded her head, unsure of where this was going.
"I’d like to tell you a story," Frigga began, smiling softly as she patted Darcy’s hand, "When I had just married Odin, I was petrified of his mother. Absolutely terrified. It took me at least two hundred years before I finally worked up the courage to address her as something other than ‘your majesty.’”
Frigga chuckled lightly at the memory as Darcy began to relax a little at her side.
"It turns out she was a wonderfully warm and caring woman, but I had wasted so much time trying to impress her that I missed out on that affection," Frigga explained, looking over at Darcy. "Do you understand what I’m saying, Darcy?"
Darcy grimaced and shrugged her shoulders slightly, unsure of how to answer, “maybe?”
"What I’m saying, my dear," Frigga said, "is that I would hate for history to repeat itself with us. You are an intelligent and loving woman, the best wife any mother could have dreamt for her son. You are my daughter now, and I love you just as equally. I would never be able to forgive myself if I let you somehow believe yourself to be reaching for impossible standards. You’re already there in my eyes, sweet child. I only hope you realize this."
Darcy blinked in surprise, feeling her heart warm at Frigga’s kind words. Here she had been worried to death about impressing the woman, when it turned out Frigga was way more chill than she had ever imagined. Darcy smiled at Frigga, feeling like an enormous burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
"I do…thanks, mom," Darcy replied confidently and Frigga smiled widely as she laughed, pulling Darcy into a hug. And in that moment, surrounded by the newfound love and acceptance of the Queen of Asgard, Darcy wasn’t sure what she had ever been so afraid of in the first place.
so my dad has been making bird noises for the last hour and finally I was like dad are you trying to summon me or something like what are you doing
then he goes “oh good you got my tweet” and giggled manically
my dad thinks hes famous now, he keeps asking me to check the notes
Your dad-pure genius
omg the boxing scene where finn was teaching rae how to defend herself and he told her he was going on a date and she punched him in the face and all he said was “that was pretty fucking good rae”
"THAT WAS PRETTY FUCKING GOOD RAE"
that’s all he said he didn’t even get mad or anything god I love him
I’m going to go back and rewatch season 1 now that we know Finn KNEW about Archie!
Remember in the pub after Rae and Archie went on their date Finn said "See, I told you nothing would happen!"
And how he look so surprised when Rae said they “Had a bit of a kiss”
And that’s just the first thing that popped in my head. I can’t wait to see what other things change meaning now that we know Finn knew!
THAT SCENE IN 2x03 OF MY MAD FAT DIARY WHEN CHLOE CALLED STACEY OUT ON ALL THE THINGS SHE HAD SAID WAS SO FUCKING FAB LIKE SERIOUSLY I FUCKING LOVE HER DON’T TALK TO ME