Christmas at Jane's
An Avengers/Thor crossover fanfic
After much thought, Airel decided to watch The Avengers.
Naturally, this led her to watch Thor.
And Captain America.
Let us make this simple by stating that she is now part of a new fandom.
She would like to thank everyone who has commented, favourited, and followed her works thus far (including LotR, PotC, and various Disney fanfics), and now has a present for them: a fluffy Avengers/Thor fanfic. *Note. She is aware that it is nowhere close to Christmas, but she cares not (HA HA!)
–Her newest (and most reluctant) muse, Monsieur Loki Laufeyson
Chapter 1: Darcy Talks to Jane (and Plans a Party)
"OH MY GOSH."
Darcy Lewis stabbed her iPod with a finger, screwing her eyes and trying to figure out where all her newly downloaded thirty songs had went.
"Jane. Did you do this? Because if you did, it's not funny. Thirty songs costs more than a penny."
No answer.
"Jane."
Still
"Jane Foster!"
Still no answer.
"DOCTOR JANE FOSTER!"
A pause.
"Hmm?"
Jane looked up from her hands, blinking in confusion.
"Whatisit?" she mumbled.
Darcy sighed dramatically, and suddenly noticed that her friend was holding something.
A picture frame.
She leaned closer.
Oh, Jane.
It was a small picture, a little fuzzy, taken from Jane's (very old) instant camera. Originally it had been put in the wash (an accident that Darcy had nothing to do with– no matter who accused her), so that explained the fuzziness.
About the picture itself– it was the only picture that Jane had depicting her and her boyfriend.
Thor.
Who just happened to disappear for half a year with NO COMMUNICATION WHATSOEVER, leaving Jane disappointed and depressed.
Darcy was getting a little annoyed with him. Anyone who had the ability to make Jane this sad definitely deserved a blast with her taser.
She crossed her legs and stared through the window.
It was raining outside Jane's house, and even though it was already November, the rain had not stopped for anyone.
Jane's house– Darcy still couldn't believe that Jane had moved out of her "office", sold her trailer, and bought a real house in less than a week. Not that it wasn't a nice house. It was really pretty: creamy paint, a nice burgundy roof, and lots of space for scientific thinking.
It was just that the house kept reminding Jane of the boyfriend-that-would-probably-never-come-back. The previous owners had a little toddler, and there were lightning bolt stickers all over the walls. Not to mention all Darcy's science fiction books. All they were about was Norse mythology.
I really should get rid of them.
Yes, she should. But without them, Jane would probably get even more depressed; they signified the short time she had shared with Thor. Even the Star Wars novelizations reminded Jane of her boyfriend (Darcy still couldn't see how).
She stood up to make herself some coffee.
"Coffee?" she said, and Jane nodded.
"Sure."
As the water began to boil, Darcy began to rummage around in the fridge.
"You know, Jane, it's almost December. I'm planning a party for you and a few other friends. Do you think we should have Ginny make pumpkin pie again, or should we ask someone else?"
Jane's eyes began to focus, and Darcy sighed in relief.
"Ginny makes great pumpkin pie," she said. "I've never known (or eaten) any pie better than hers. So we should let her do it. But Tasha also makes killer gingerbread cookies. And I heard her new boyfriend's got a knack for Thanksgiving-style turkey dinners. What do you think?"
Darcy had flinched a little at 'boyfriend', dreading Jane's reaction, but fortunately, her friend was well on her way to being distracted from tear-jerking matters.
"Yes, sounds good. Let me set the date."
She reached for the calendar and flipped through it.
"Is the twenty-third all right?"
"Yeah."
She grabbed a red marker and circled DECEMBER 23 with it.
"Darcy…"
Darcy looked at her, swallowing, hoping in vain that the lovestruck and befuddled scientist was not thinking about the thunder god again.
"Do you think… do you think Thor will come soon, or should we give up?"
There was no sound except for the rain drumming on the roof.
Darcy took off her glasses, put them back on, capped the marker, uncapped it, chewed on a section of her hair, inspected her shoes, raised her eyes to the ceiling, fiddled with her thumbs, and avoided Jane's eyes.
"I– I don't know," she muttered. "It's been six months, and we haven't seen him, or heard any message. I'm not sure if he'll come back. I'm not even sure if he's alive, Jane."
Oh, heck.
Did I just say that?
This is going to kill her for sure.
Darcy Lewis, you are screwed for life.
But Jane didn't react much, except for slumping further into her chair.
"That's what I thought, too," she murmured.
Darcy stood awkwardly as the hot water began to burn. She gave Jane another glance, turned off the stove, and prepared the French press.
While they waited for the coffee, Darcy looked once again in the fridge. There was a box of croissants (courtesy of Ginny), a chunk of butter (leftover from Darcy's previous attempt at cooking Thanksgiving dinner) and two bars of Cadbury Dairy Milk. She heated up the croissants, spread a few dots of butter around, and drizzled melted chocolate over it.
They went well with the coffee. Jane also washed some fruit (of course, worrying about nutritional value and such), but eating chocolate croissants with cherries wasn't really a bad idea.
Darcy rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She turned on her computer, and Jane gave her a puzzled look.
"Why do you need to use your laptop?" she said.
Darcy smoothed her hair into a quick ponytail and adjusted her glasses. She grinned at her friend.
"I've got some emails to write."