Jane's POV

It was only supposed to be a nice simple home-cooked dinner with Thor.

After he'd come back the last time, he'd been too busy saving the world (once and again and again and again and then saving Asgard and back saving earth), dealing with terrible threats, fighting, changing the fate of humanity… I thought he deserved nice meal of pasta and white wine after all that action.

He arrived early, dressed in some simple black pants and a grey T-shirt. However casual, he remained very impressive. Oh, if my ex could see me now….

"I brought you some flowers" he said, handing me an oversized bouquet "I've been told is the custom on occasions like these." He seemed a bit awkward in a calm environment like that, and I thought that it only added to his charm.

"Oh, thank you, that's so kind of you! Come on in, I'll go put these on water."

He remained on the entrance, stiff as a statue.

"Come on, have a seat." I said pointing the already set table. "And loosen up a bit, will you? We're here to have fun." I tried to make it sound a bit naughty but I doubted the stoic Norse god got the subtext.

This dinner was the first real date I had in a real long time and I wanted to make things right, however strange our situation could be. The thing is, as soon as I made that reference about having fun a bad feeling came over me. Yes, dinner parties were usually an occasion to have fun but nothing was ever this easy with Thor. Were we actually going to spend a calm evening? All signs pointed to yes, but a voice in the back of my head said that it seemed unlikely. Brushing it off as paranoia I asked my guest what was new in his life.

"Well, we have received a threat from this man who claims to…." He stopped himself and thought better. "No need to burden you with this serious matter. We're here to have fun, right?" He finished, smiling.

Oh, my! Oh, my! He wanted to have fun too! Fun, fun, fun!

I should've known I would jinx it, but before I could help myself I thought: This is so going to be my lucky night. Oh, how wrong I was.

So, we started to eat while I told Thor about my latest research. He really liked hearing me talk about stars, black holes and things like that. And I enjoyed having people show some interest, for a change. But after only a couple of minutes there was a loud noise outside my door, like something heavy falling.

"What was that?" Thor asked. I really didn't care. I just wanted him to ignore it and continue having fun. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it! He looked at me and….

"Where were we?"

Yes! This was going so well!

But then it started. And everything went to hell.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

A soft knocking in my door, slow but steady. A never ending knocking, I should add. I was so mad that it was interrupting my date that I didn't give any importance to the strangeness of the whole thing.

"I'll go." I said, annoyed.

I opened the door and didn't even have the time to see who it was when an incredible (an invisible) force pushed to the wall on the other side of the room, roughly. Before I could grasp what was really happening I was floating near the roof, unable to move as if I was tied down by an invisible chain. I looked at Thor, but his gaze was fixed on a small red headed man that was at the door, presumably the author of this strange spell.

"You! Release her!" said Thor's deep voice. I was trying not to panic, but being paralyzed up in the air wasn't something I was used to.

"That was warning number one." The man said, solemn. "You should have listened better, Asgardian. You should have taken the deal. Luckily for you, I have a kind heart, so I'll give you two more warnings and then a day to reconsider. This is warning number two…."

Suddenly, I was moving again, speeding against the opposite wall. I hit it hard and then abruptly crashed into the ground. I caught my breath and realized that I could move again. Thank god for small mercies. I tried to pull myself together and assess the damage. As hard as the fall had been nothing seemed to be broken, which was good. I was starting to try and stand up to show Thor I was OK when I heard the man speak again.

"…and this is warning number three. He, he fought with honor, when he passes –unfortunately I don't think he'll make through tonight, sorry- you should bury him honorably, too."

What? Again, The sound of falling. Whatever had fallen had raised a layer of dust and I could hardly see. I just hoped Thor was all right because if he wasn't…

"You have a day, Asgardian, one day before I start to really destroy you. I would advise you to reconsider." And with that, the man was gone.

I stood up, after a lot of effort, and looked up. The place was a bit thrashed, but nothing too serious. I sighed, remembering how hopeful I was when the dinner had started.

And then I saw Thor. He seemed uninjured, but there was a look of pure grief in his eyes. I finally got up and as I approached I saw that the thing that had fallen was a person, a man, and Thor was cradling him, supporting the man's head and shoulders.

"No, no, no, no…..No, no." I heard him wishper.

As I came closer, I saw that the man was unconscious and had many bleeding wounds, the blood pooling under him. His arm was bent in a strange angle, was blood on his hair, blood on his clothes and blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. This man was gravely injured.

And Thor continued wishpering to the unconscious form:

"Please, please, say something, wake up."

His voice cracked.

"Wake up, Loki."

A/N: Who was this man? What happened to Loki? Ah, the mystery! Did you like it? No? Had any kind of comments, suggestions, etc? Next chapter will probably be in Thor's point of view and explain a few things and have more Avengers (this was just the introduction). Sorry about any spelling/grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. And please do comment!

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