Darcy/Heimdall 2
Darcy had known that getting involved with not only an Asgardian, but the actual Gatekeeper of Asgard would involve some patience on her part. His job was all big and important, in addition to operating the Bifrost Bridge, he kept an eye on everything. Literally everything. All of it.
She also hadn’t been surprised when her birth control had failedspectacularly and his super Asgardian sperm had gotten her knocked up. With twins. Apparently he and Sif were twins.
And, for the most part, they were pretty laid-back babies. Both of them. Most of the time. Only now they were teething, which apparently meant fevers and diarrhea. Times two.
And Heimdall, as much as she loved him, didn’t actually sleep, and since he was immortal and his whole thing was watching things happen, he didn’t really keep track of time very well. So while he tried to come home every day or two, sometimes he didn’t.
Like today.
When the twins had been up since about 5:00, were refusing to nap, and Darcy just felt kinda like hiding in the closet with a chocolate bar and a bottle of tequila. Or wine. Or cider. Or, you know, whatever. She wasn’t picky.
She was sitting on the couch, one baby snuggled up to each side. That was the only way to get them even remotely calm, to cuddle with them. She eyed her phone, then looked up at the ceiling. She tried to restrict her calling-for-Heimdall to actual emergencies, like that time there had been a grease fire in her kitchen which totally wasn’t her fault.
But she was kinda getting to the point of crying herself. She hadn’t showered, she’d had two cups of coffee and a granola bar since she’d gotten up that morning, and she was just done. With tears stinging her eyes, she tilted her head back, looking straight at the ceiling. “Heimdall, the kids are sick and I’m going crazy. So if you could, like, I dunno… Drop by? That would be pretty awesome.”
Sighing, she cuddled the babies even closer, trying to blink back her tears.
She kept the balcony door unlocked out of habit. In addition to Heimdall coming to see his family, Sif and the Warriors Three would drop by. So when it slid open, she didn’t get up to see who it was. Whoever it was could come to her- and it better be Heimdall.
Frigga, though, coming around the corner in the living room was a completely shock. Darcy’s mouth dropped open and she stared a little. “Um, hi?”
“Are they cutting teeth?” The question was so sympathetic and kind that Darcy just kinda wanted to bawl. She nodded. “This isn’t an easy time with one, let alone two. I’ll see to them, you should eat something. Bathe.”
There was a brief flash of guilt at how ready she was to just leave her babies with the other woman. “Are you sure?”
Frigga smiled gently. “Of course.” She bent over and got both babies up in her arms, and Darcy practically fled the room.
First thing was a shower. The best shower ever. Frigga had relocated the twins to their nursery, but she firmly told Darcy to get a cup of coffee and something to eat before she was allowed in. So Darcy got to enjoy a cup of coffee while it was actually hot, and a sandwich.
She was feeling a lot better by the time she went back to the nursery. It was dark and quiet in there, the twins were apparently fast asleep. Darcy could only stare. “What did you do?” she whispered. Because clearly, Frigga was a miracle-worker.
Frigga smiled, leading the way out of the room and back into the living room before answering. “I have a remedy to ease the pain of cutting teeth, I shall leave some with you. They probably won’t sleep long before they wake to eat, but sleep will come a lot easier after that.”
Darcy hugged her. “You’re the best.”
Frigga returned the embrace for a moment before stepping back. “I also spoke to your husband, he will be arriving shortly after I depart.” They were the equivalent of common-law married on Asgard.
“No, seriously. You’re the best.” Darcy looked up at the other woman for a second. “How can I thank you?”
“Bring those sweet babies for a visit soon. It’s been a long time since we’ve had children around.”
“Done.” Definitely.
Darcy walked Frigga back out to the balcony, and the two exchanged another hug before Frigga Bifrosted away. It was just a couple of seconds before Heimdall was landing on the balcony, something very like guilt in his gold eyes.
“Forgive me, my love,” he said, dropping to one knee and taking her hand between both of his.
She looked down at him for a second before rolling her eyes. “Oh, get up. You’re gonna have to make this up to me. Although, Frigga coming really helped.”
He rose to his feet and pulled her against him, enveloping her in his embrace.