Hi everyone! I started writing this fic because I'm so freakin' excited for Thor: Ragnarok! This idea came to me, and I just couldn't shake it, so I started putting it on paper.

This will be a Thor/Jane/Loki fic, with Thor/Jane and Loki/Jane pairings. I love both Thor and Loki, so I'm really completely okay with her ending up with either one. Rest assured that she will have to choose between them, and that choice is completely up to you guys as the readers. I have written two different endings for this story, and will post whichever one you want to see. So with that being said, let me know which pairing you want!

The first chapter of this fic takes place before Thor. The rest takes place after TDW and will not follow the storyline for Ragnarok. I like to do my own thing when I write. It is rated M for violence, language, and sexual content in later chapters, so read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don't own Thor, or any of the Marvel universe. That honor belongs to Stan Lee. If I did own them, I would be sitting oceanside in Hawaii, drinking pina coladas instead of going to work everyday. But… I don't. I'm not making any money off of this story. I just write for fun.

Brothers of Fortune

Chapter 1: Brothers of Fortune

Jane's eyes closed of their own accord as the wind blew her hair back from her face. The New Mexico night was perfect, with temperatures near fifty. It was just cold enough for a jacket, but not too cold to be outdoors.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she focused on the stars above. They were bright and clear, the absence of major cities giving her a perfect view of the heavens. Jane traced the constellations with her eyes, her sharp memory putting names with each group of stars. In a life that was both constantly changing and disappointing, they were the one thing that remained constant. They steadied her, kept her grounded, and filled her with endless hope for the possibilities of mankind.

"Earth to Jane!" an obnoxious and slightly irritated voice broke through her reverie. "You are so not listening to me, are you?"

"Sorry," she mumbled, her face flushing as she took in her intern.

Darcy held a stick of cotton candy, her fifth that evening, and attempted to scowl at Jane. At her mumbled apology, Darcy's scowl softened, and she gave her boss a crooked grin.

"I was just saying that you need to get your head out of the stars. Go find yourself a hot guy and have some fun. I brought you all the way out in the middle of nowhere to come to his carnival, and I catch you looking at the stars! Seriously Jane, you need to get out more. People are starting to look at us like we've lost our shit."

"Okay…okay," Jane conceded, putting on the best smile she could muster for her intern. Darcy had brought her all the way out here after all. The least she could do was pretend to have some fun and maybe, just maybe, Darcy would leave her alone about getting out more often.

Fat chance of that, she thought to herself, even as she accepted a stick of cotton candy from the younger girl. Jane took a bite, and moaned as the sugar hit her taste buds.

"Good choice, right?" Darcy grinned before taking a bite of her own. "Did you know that this shit was invented by a dentist? Talk about a conspiracy. Hey! Look at the ass on that guy!" Darcy motioned towards a group of men in their twenties who stood in line for the ferris wheel. "If his face is half as cute, I might have to buy him a drink."

As if on cue, said guy turned around, giving Darcy a double take. His face was definitely as nice as his backside. Before Jane could stop her, she was being dragged across the carnival grounds to meet McSteamy, as Darcy later called him, and a few of his friends.

That was how the socially awkward astrophysicist found herself sandwiched on a ferris wheel with a guy named David, wanting to both die and throw up simultaneously.

The lights from the carnival were too bright. She was too high in the air. And David, although pretty to look at, had the IQ of a pet rock. After ten minutes of listening to him carry on about football and some game called Portal, she determined that they were incompatible on about a hundred different levels.

Darcy on the other hand, was in the seat ahead of her with McSteamy, laughing and carrying on as if it was the greatest night of her life.

Jane was absolutely certain if she survived the evening that she was going to kill Darcy. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Darcy. Dead. It was going to happen. The ferris wheel rolled to a stop with an unsteady lurch. Jane got off, barely holding in her dinner.

"Whoa boss! You alright?" Darcy asked, concern lacing her voice as she steadied the astrophysicist.

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You," Jane growled between deep breaths as she tried to keep her stomach from heaving.

"Easy there," Darcy teased. "You don't want to kill me. I buy you cases of cheap booze and make you awesome mix CDs. Where would you be without me?"

Jane groaned in response, and her intern patted her on the back. "Party's over boys. Maybe we can hang out soon." She passed a slip of paper to McSteamy with a mischievous wink before turning her attention back to her boss. "Deep breaths," she told her softly as she patted her back.

A few minutes later Jane finally got her bearings and began to feel better. She wanted to leave, but of course Darcy wanted to play a few more games first, and well… Darcy was her ride, so she found herself sitting on a stool watching her intern shoot plastic ducks with a BB gun.

"Take that you little bastards!" she shouted with glee every time she managed to hit one, which was quite often.

Jane made a mental note not to ever allow Darcy to have a weapon when she was angry. Angry, armed Darcy equals trouble, and she wanted no part of that. Her mind wandered as her intern took out yet another plastic duck, and she found her eyes sweeping the carnival, taking in all of the people and games around her.

She caught sight of a brightly colored purple tent about forty feet away from her, and she squinted, trying to read the sign outside. Fortune Telling. Ha! As if anything like that was even remotely real. It was all just some silly made up future to offset the fear of the unknown.

Darcy caught her looking and immediately got excited. "Ooh! Fortune telling! We have to do it!"

"Darcy! No-"

Her pleas were cut short as her intern practically dragged her over to the tent. A middle-aged woman dressed like a gypsy ushered them in, her tanned skin at odds with the bright turquoise she wore. Feathers stuck out every which way from her hair, and her earrings were so large, Jane feared they were painful.

She motioned to two lawn chairs, and Darcy pulled her into a seat before plopping down in her own. The tent flap closed, leaving them in semi-darkness, with only soft candlelight to see by. The gypsy sat down across from them and regarded them critically.

"So you wish to know your future?" she asked softly. "So many do. Where you'll end up, mistakes to avoid, how many loves you will have in your lifetime. A tricky business, and dangerous if used improperly, but with a good heart, a little knowledge can go a long way. So tell me girls, what is it you would like to see today? Your future with your careers? Your family? Love perhaps?"

"Career," Jane said immediately.

"Love!" Darcy blurted out.

Jane shot her a glare, but the younger girl merely smirked. "Show us both," she told the fortune-teller firmly, as she pulled some money from her pocket.

"Very well," the gypsy grinned. "You first my dear."

Darcy extended her hand, and the woman held it gently in her own, closing her eyes, and reading the lines in her palms as if by memory. "Your career will always be second in your life," she hummed. "You will work only as hard as you need to, and your acquaintances will be the catalyst that puts you where you will end up."

"Cool," Darcy acknowledged. "Tell me about my love life."

"Many men will love you, but your love for them will be few," the gypsy said. "You will find someone to share your life with, but it will take time, and when it does happen, it will be special to you and you will cherish it."

"Sweet!" Darcy shouted. "So I won't be forever alone with forty cats! That's awesome! Do Jane now!"

Jane grimaced at the vulgar, but perhaps unintended innuendo, and extended her hand to the fortune-teller. The woman enveloped Jane's hand with her own, and began to run her fingers along the lines of her palm.

The astrophysicist felt a sudden and unexplainable fear of what the woman would say. Would her theories ever be accepted by the scientific community? Would she ever find love? She quickly pushed these fears away. Fortune telling was a joke. There was nothing real about any of this. Was there?

The gypsy hummed lightly as she began to read Jane's fortune. "You will have many hurdles to overcome in your career, but your intelligence will prevail. You will eventually have a powerful ally who will lend credibility to your research, giving you the acceptance you so desire."

Jane smiled in spite of herself, hoping that maybe there was more to this fortune telling than she had initially believed. To be accepted by the scientific community would be a dream come true for her!

"Love!" Darcy shouted next to her. "Tell her about her love life!"

Jane bit her lip, fearful of this part. The gypsy whistled low as she continued to read her palm. "My dear," she said in awe. "You are touched by the gods."

"Oh great!" Darcy snorted. "Jane gets all the good stuff."

"You will have two loves," the fortune-teller continued. "Brothers. One fair and the other dark. One will give you the stars, the other will give you his unending affection. One will support you, the other will challenge you. One will make you his universe, the other will make you his queen. One will fight for you, the other will die for you. You will love them both, but in the end you will only choose one."

"What?" Jane whispered, her eyes wide.

"That is all I have to tell you two," the fortune-teller smirked. "The road ahead will be difficult, but in the end you will both find happiness."

"Thanks!" Darcy grinned. "Come on Jane, let's get out of here."

Jane barely noticed when her intern led her out of the tent. She was in shock, and her brain was unable to function properly.

"Earth to Jane," Darcy shook her shoulders gently. "Hey, don't freak out. Fortune telling is just for fun. It's just for fun. It's not real. You're not going to have two brothers fighting for your love. That would be awesome, but it would also be… well… weird. Just forget about it."

"Yeah," Jane conceded. "It's just for fun, not real."

"Good! Now let's go get some more cotton candy!"

Jane followed Darcy, but her mind was somewhere else entirely, the brothers of fortune refusing to give her thoughts any rest. It wasn't real, it couldn't be. She was a scientist, and damn it, she refused to believe in something that couldn't be proven.

She pushed the subject away, determined to be done with it once and for all. Little did she know that the very next day a man would fall from the sky and change her life forever.

So yeah… No Thor or Loki yet, but I had to set the mood. I promise they will both make an appearance in the next chapter along with some other people you may know. This is going to be a fairly long fic, but I know exactly where I'm going with it, so all I need is time. I work full time, run a cattle ranch, and have a husband and child, so updates may not be as frequent as you'd like. I do promise to update when I can though.

Anyways, I always love to hear what you think, so if you enjoyed this, want to see more, or want to drop me your opinion on which ending this story should get, please take the time to leave me a review! Your reviews make my day, and I will do my best to get back to each and every one of you, maybe by PM or in the credits of the next chapter. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!