AN: In case any of you were wondering, the epilogue of "Discord" and the first chapter of "Kismet" happen simultaneously, a few months after the wedding. Soundtrack: "Lily's Theme," at the beginning (and the end of "Discord," I suppose). Oh, and once again, I am using mythology as my primary source of canon, at least when it comes to the Asgardians, so that includes certain powers that were not mentioned in the movie that belong to certain characters in the mythology. (Cough, Frigga, cough). On an unrelated note, there may be a one-shot at some point to do with Loki and Darcy's time at law school (or lack thereof, I haven't yet decided).

Now, the first chapter of the final story in the trilogy, "Kismet."

CHAPT ER ONE

Frigga's eyes widened slightly and she froze in mid-stitch. She put the needlepoint she was working on down slowly, her gaze fixed on something that Odin couldn't see.

He covered her hand with his gently. She jumped at the contact. She snapped from her reverie instantly, the glaze vanishing from her eyes as she saw her husband in front of her. "Are you alright?" he asked.

She cleared her throat uncomfortably and picked up her embroidery hoop. She resumed stitching, perhaps with more force than was strictly necessary. "I'm quite fine." Her hand slipped. She pricked herself with the needle and hissed quietly. She rubbed the injured finger against her thumb for a moment until it healed.

She stared at her needlepoint intently, but even though she turned away, Odin saw the tear drip onto her dress. He swallowed, his brow furrowing. "Another vision?"

She nodded wordlessly.

Odin sighed quietly. He pushed aside the embroidery and took her hands in his. She looked up at him sadly. "Prophecies," he said softly, "can be wrong." She forced a small smile, but removed her hands from his. "It has happened before."

"Let us hope that it happens again," she said in a shaky voice. She dabbed at her eyes and cleared her throat. "For if this prophecy came to pass..." She shook her head and returned to her sewing in earnest.

Odin stared at her with concern.

His train of thought was broken by the creak of the Great Hall's door. He looked up just as Jane slipped through the door and closed it behind her, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She didn't see Odin and Frigga sitting at the table.

Odin cleared his throat. "Jane," he said by way of greeting.

She spun around almost comically with an expression like a deer in the headlights. "Evening, Sir!" she stammered hurriedly. Odin blinked in surprise at the woman's strange behavior; she was usually, if not calm, at least collected. She seemed at the moment to be nervous about something—as though she had something to hide. She turned bright pink and cleared her throat. "Have either of you seen Thor?" she asked awkwardly.

"You are the first to return from Midgard today," he replied. "Thor is not yet home, nor are Loki and Darcy." He studied Jane shrewdly as she began gnawing on her thumbnail. "Is something the matter? If it is a matter of urgency, I could speak to Heimdall and request that Thor be returned home early."

"No," Jane burst out, putting her hands up. She realized—two seconds too late—that she was gesturing, commanding, the king of Asgard to stop what he was doing with her hands. She clumsily turned the motion into an exaggerated stretch. She winced as she arched her back too far. "I mean…No, I, uh, it's not urgent," she stammered. "I-I just need to see him, sooner rather than later. Soon-ish."

Frigga smiled gently. "When he returns, we'll let him know that you were looking for him."

Jane smiled and curtsied quickly. "Thank you, milady." She bobbed her head to Odin. "Sir." Without another word, she scurried out of the room, flustered.

Odin and Frigga stared after her.

"That was…very strange," Odin finally said. "I don't believe that I have ever heard Lady Jane speak in such a manner."

"Nor I," said Frigga. But there was something strange in her voice as she spoke. Odin looked at her seriously.

"You know something," he said. It wasn't a question.

Frigga smiled—although it looked more like a grimace—and pointedly resumed sewing. "All will be revealed soon," she said cryptically.

Odin dropped the matter as the door to the Great Hall opened once again, more forcefully this time.

Thor entered the room, his face red and his hair disheveled. His eyes danced around the room anxiously for a moment before settling on his parents. "Evening, Father. Mother. Has Jane returned yet?"

Odin nodded.

"Not two minutes ago," said Frigga. "She was looking for you."

"Thank you." He hurried off before either his father or mother could ask a question.

Odin frowned. "What in the name of Yggdrasil is going on?" He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I do hope they haven't gotten into some sort of trouble on Midgard."

"Odin, if it were anything seriously wrong, I'm sure he would tell you immediately," she pointed out. "Thor has always been very open with everyone. He couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it. Do you remember when he and Loki were younger, when they would break something or get into some sort of trouble together? Loki would go about his everyday life without even batting an eyelash—"

"—and Thor would be jumpy and stammer incessantly for an hour or two before his guilty conscience became too much and he came running to tell me what had happened." Odin chuckled. "Yes, I remember." He shook his head. "I suppose you're right. Whatever they've gotten themselves into, it will all come out soon enough."


"I don't understand. Why are you so worked up about this?"

"Why am I so worked up? You made fake evidence that was the entire basis for sentencing a man to life in prison for a crime there was no proof he had committed."

Loki scowled. "He did it. I could sense it. The man was a vile, sadistic pervert. Life in prison was a mercy on my part. I was originally considering having him acquitted and killing him myself."

"Loki, that's not how criminal justice works," Darcy sighed exasperatedly.

"I beg to differ."

"That's not how it works on Earth, in the United States," she amended. "You can't just go putting people behind bars for life because you 'know' they committed the crime."

"Can't I?"

"You need to be able to prove it, you know that. That's the whole point of a trial."

"Then why didn't you stop me? Create evidence to contradict mine?" Darcy didn't answer. Loki understood her silence to be a reply. "I had proof. It just wasn't admissible as evidence in a mortal court of law." She gave him a puzzled look. "I did a spell. Read his mind."

"Oh, I see." She grinned. "Without a warrant, I take it?"

"Of course. Unreasonable search and seizure of the contents of his mind. No judge would accept that as evidence. It's completely unconstitutional."

"Not to mention insane."

His expression darkened. "Yes, well, sanity is relative." His arm tightened around Darcy's shoulders, very slightly, but enough that she noticed it. She studied Loki's face curiously.

"What's wrong?"

He saw her worried expression and forced a smile. "Nothing, love. Everything's alright."

Darcy broke away from Loki and crossed her arms, standing right in front of him. "No, it's not," she said. "You called me 'love.'"

"Yes, what's your point? I think it's an accurately descriptive form of address."

"You only call me 'love' when you're in the middle of one of your angst-fests, when you're being all serious and protective and stuff." Loki made a face, but didn't bother contradicting her. He looked away, unwilling to make eye contact. "Please tell me you're not stuck on the villain thing again," said Darcy.

"No," Loki said quickly, "it's not that at all." He reluctantly turned to look at her, but had difficulty meeting her eyes. He kept staring at a point on her shoulder. "I was merely musing that, even if the judge were to accept mind reading as evidence, he would still seem like the epitome of sanity compared to the man on trial."

"He must have been one sick puppy."

"You have no idea." Loki licked his lips. "It was horrible being inside that bastard's mind. I felt like I had to bathe just looking in on the things he was thinking, the way he was thinking, the way he looked at you—"

"The what?"

Loki caught himself too late. "I mean…" he stammered in a desperate attempt to backtrack.

"You mean this guy was perving out on me in the court room?"

He didn't reply immediately. "In between the thoughts of violence," he said finally, "yes."

Darcy stared at him. "Why didn't you say so?" Loki began to answer, but it was a rhetorical question. Darcy ranted on. "I would've set him on fire from across the courtroom if I had known that."

Loki looked at her blankly for a moment, and began to laugh. "Yes, I suppose spontaneous human combustion would be rather hard to pin on you, as far as murders go."

Just as he said this, they reached the entrance to the Great Hall—and immediately ran into Sif, who gave them both a very strange look. They all stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Sif shook her head and walked off down the hallway.

"You two are so weird."

Loki and Darcy exchanged a look, both of them wearing very forced 'straight' faces. When Sif's footsteps had finally faded from earshot, Darcy snorted and started laughing. Loki had to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep from doubling over in laughter himself.

On that bizarre note, they both headed into the Great Hall for supper, where they were surprised to find that Jane and Thor were absent from the table. Darcy was unconcerned; as she pointed out, Jane had been working very hard on the Kazakhstan site, and Thor was always being called away at odd times to prevent the latest earth-shattering catastrophe. Loki, however, remained somewhat preoccupied throughout dinner by the fact that both of them were absent at the same time. His worry was alleviated when they walked in ten minutes later, Thor looking slightly anxious and Jane…well, Jane seemed to be radiating happiness. She seemed almost as if she were glowing.

Something clicked in Loki's head; his eyes widened briefly with comprehension before he turned to Darcy. But before he could say anything to her, Jane was heading towards them. He fell silent.

"Darcy." She looked up at the sound of her name and immediately spotted Jane. She grinned and began to speak loudly, but Jane shushed her quietly. "Keep your voice down," she said in a low voice, taking Darcy's elbow firmly. "Come on, there's something I want to tell you." The two women left the room quietly, without as much as a parting comment to their husbands who were each too occupied to notice them leave.

Neither of them said a word until they had reached a side hallway some distance, well out of earshot of the entrance to the Great Hall.

"What's going on?" asked Darcy. "Is something wrong?"

Jane shook her head fervently. She beamed at Darcy. "Nothing's wrong. Actually, I don't think I've ever felt less wrong in my life."

"Wait…You found proof?" Darcy burst out, her voice rising with excitement. "You found what you need to prove that the Einstein-Rose Bowl thing is real?"

Jane shushed her and shook her head again slightly. "No, no, it has nothing to do with work or science." She cleared her throat. "I actually left work early today, because…well, there was something I had to do." Darcy waited for her to continue. Jane took a deep, steadying breath and closed her eyes briefly before continuing. "Thor took a day off, too." She laughed. "Nick Fury wasn't happy about that, but there wasn't much he could do." She sobered suddenly, and rolled her lips together compulsively. "We wanted to do it during the daytime, in secret...just in case, you know, it turned out I was wrong or something had…you know."

Darcy blinked at Jane, baffled. "You wanted to do what during the daytime?"

"We went to the doctor," Jane burst out. "I had a hunch, so I went in to get an ultrasound…and I was right." Her smile was so wide Darcy wondered how it didn't hurt her cheeks. "Thor and I are having a baby."