Darcy/Jane/Thor 2
“You should tell him.” Jane gave a significant look to Thor before her gaze came back to Darcy.
Darcy’s eyes widened a little and she shook her head. “World of no. Absolutely not.” No. There was no fucking way.
Of course, Thor had some super enhanced hearing to go along with those fantastic abs of his, and his blue eyes came over to rest on Darcy as well. “Tell me what?” he asked. He was just so earnest about everything, and his curiosity was no exception.
Darcy sighed. She gave Jane an accusatory look. “I can kinda fly.” She winced. That really hadn’t been what she’d been meaning to say, but he’d dropped down on the balcony of their flat that morning and it had kinda been sticking in her head.
His eyes flicked over her like he was trying to figure out what she meant. Because she obviously didn’t have a spinning hammer of awesomeness and helicopter powers, and she didn’t have wings.
She sighed, busying herself with taking her cereal bowl over to the sink and rinsing it out. “Look, it’s not a big deal, but if you’re going to be staying with us for a while you should probably know that I’m a witch.”
When she looked put the bowl in the drip tray and looked back towards the table, Thor looked… The same as he had two seconds ago. “Aye. My mother is a sorceress as well.” There was a pause, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a ready smile. “Though that doesn’t give her the powers of flight.”
“No, I have a broom. Sorta… Flies me all over the place. It’s really not a big deal.” Hadn’t she said that already? “Just, I was saying because Jane was talking about getting somewhere out of the city to look at the stars, and I didn’t want you to feel like you have to take both of us or whatever.” She paused, taking in the utter not-giving-a-shit reaction on his face. “And, uh, don’t touch my cauldron or I’ll hex you.” His smile grew at that. “I’m fucking serious.”