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It finally hit Darcy one day that all was not fairy tales and rainbows with her and Fandral, and it wasn't a magical epiphany in the middle of a great debate or a rousing bout of artistic inspiration.
No, the realization started slow, sparking to life with little comments and admittances about Fandral’s past, egged along by Thor and the other Asgardians as they laughed and joked, and one day it finally processed so fast and sudden Darcy could barely keep it together.
Fandral is immortal. Fandral had his heart broken by a mortal woman, so long ago it’s become legend but he still remembers her. So many things and now he’s dating her. Darcy, wee little mortal Darcy.
When it finally settles over her brain and heart Darcy collapses to the floor of the laundry room with her arms wrapped tight to her knees, at three in the morning.
No, the realization started slow, sparking to life with little comments and admittances about Fandral’s past, egged along by Thor and the other Asgardians as they laughed and joked, and one day it finally processed so fast and sudden Darcy could barely keep it together.
Fandral is immortal. Fandral had his heart broken by a mortal woman, so long ago it’s become legend but he still remembers her. So many things and now he’s dating her. Darcy, wee little mortal Darcy.
When it finally settles over her brain and heart Darcy collapses to the floor of the laundry room with her arms wrapped tight to her knees, at three in the morning.