Thor sighed and downed his beer. Oh well. What was he even doing here? he wondered. Trying to help his estranged little brother, that's what. Fat lot of good he was doing, too.
Since he was at a bar though- he walked over to the tiny little brunette that sat at a back table nursing a drink and pouring over some papers. She looked cute with her eyes squinting at something on those papers, all serious-like. Not his usual type, but something about meeting Darcy had him wanting something a bit farther from the young, giggling blondes he usually went for.
He sat down across from her.
"You look very busy," he said, not really caring that he was interrupting her or that because she was so busy she might now welcome his interruption. He was bored and didn't want to go back to his empty hotel room.
She looked up, startled, still obviously absorbed by whatever those papers were about.
"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes wide and confused. "What was that?"
Her voice was soft and almost hard to make out under the general noise of the bar. Thor leaned in closer to hear better, and she pulled back a little.
Ah. Thor grinned. So she was skittish. He was enjoying himself now.
"I said that you looked busy. What is this?" he said, gesturing to the papers strewn all over the table. They had little notes all over them in neat, decisive handwriting. He picked one up. It was titled: 'Thermonuclear Fusion and it's Effects on the Working Man's Life'. He raised his brows. Good lord. Not at all his usual type.
The woman snatched the paper out of his hand. "Thank you," she said crisply, "but I'll take that." And she scooped all of the papers into a pile in front of her as if guarding them from him. Her cheeks were pink now. Was she embarrassed? Or was she just angry? She was incredibly beautiful. He'd thought so before, but now that she was right in front of him it nearly hit him over the head. Her face was delicate, her features fine and perfectly suited to her. Warm, peachy skin dusted with a few freckles on her nose; her eyes a light, cornflower blue that gave her an almost other-worldly appearance; dark lashes; and plump, pink lips that looked soft and inviting. Her dark brown hair was lush and curled appealingly at the top of her breasts.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked at length, and he realized he'd just been staring at her for some time. She'd winced as she said it. Why had she winced? Did she regret saying that? Why was he so interested? He felt a bit foolish for staring, and for being more interested in her than he liked, so he covered with what he realized instantly as a terrible idea.
"You can have sex with me," he heard his voice say, and wanted to sigh. Well fuck. That was entirely the wrong approach to take with a little thing like this. She would be scared away now.
Her mouth dropped open a bit and her eyes got, impossibly, wider. He was about to apologize and try to ingratiate his way back into her- well, he'd never actually really been in her good graces, had he? In any case, as he was about to speak she just starting laughing. And laughing. He looked on at her with a mix of confusion, relief, annoyance, and amusement.
"Oh my god," she gasped finally, holding her belly with one hand and wiping a tear of mirth with her other. "Oh my god. Thank you so much." She grinned brightly at him and he felt something warm and strange touch his heart. "I really needed that."
He liked hearing her laugh. But it dawned on him- she was laughing at him. This, he did not like.
"I am glad I amuse you," He said, knowing he sounded surly but not caring.
Instantly, she looked stricken. "Oh!" She said, her eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I just-" she smothered a giggle, "'You can have sex with me'. People don't usually just come right out and say things like that. Not to me, anyways. Thank you though! I love that you did." Sincerity brimmed from her voice. "This is so odd. This whole thing." She grinned and waved a vague hand at herself and him. "Interesting things just don't happen to me. So really- thank you. I should probably go though," she said, glancing at her watch and scooting out of the booth.
"No," Thor said. He didn't want her to go. She amused him. "Stay." He halted her hand as she went to scoop up the papers.
"Sorry. I really should go," she said, shrugging his hand off politely. "It's getting kind of late."
Thor was extremely frustrated. He'd wanted to be distracted when he'd come over to her, not intrigued. Now she was going to just leave, and he would be even worse off than when he started.
"I would like your number," he said. Not that he was going to be in New Mexico much longer, but...he couldn't really explain it. He just wanted her number.
"Oh," she said, clearly not expecting this. And how did she not expect it? he wondered. She was a beautiful woman and she'd been hanging out in a bar. Did men really never ask for her number? "I don't really give it out. I'm sorry." And she truly did sound sorry. "Have a good night."
Thor was even more frustrated now. She had turned to leave, but he asked, "At least your name, then. Tell me that." He just wanted something to remember her by. There was something about her that he knew would stick with him, though there was no reason at all for it. She was just some woman he'd spent maybe five minutes talking to at a random bar in New Mexico, of all places.
"Ah," she said, seeming to consider it. "Um. It's Jane."
Jane. It did not suit her. Such a plain name for someone so incredibly beautiful. What kind of cruel irony was this?
"I am Thor," he said.
She smiled to herself. "Thor," she said, as if sounding the name out. Looking at him again, she said, "Well. It was nice meeting you, Thor." And she turned, twisting her way through the crowd.
He watched her walk away, appreciating the slight sashay of her hips and conscious of the feeling of being deprived of something he wanted.
"Jane," he said to himself, brooding over why he had liked her so much. He gave up a moment later, uncomfortable with what he came up with.
He took another woman back to his hotel that night and left New Mexico the next day.