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Title: Weakness
Summary: The first time he had looked at her he felt something expand within him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It didn't linger long but the feeling was enough to cause Loki to pause, his thoughts momentarily halted as he looked at the odd specimen in front of him. Loki/Jane
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The first time he had looked at her he felt something expand within him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It didn't linger long but the feeling was enough to cause Loki to pause, his thoughts momentarily halted as he looked at the odd specimen in front of him. Somehow that strange feeling was enough to clear his mind of whatever plans he had, whatever lust was boiling within him, whatever intentions he had brewing that one wouldn't quite call innocent. The idea both thrilled him and made him cautious for the notion of someone, a human, a mortal, being able to clear Loki's mind with a simple shout ("That's for New York!") was appalling.
Loki didn't show this weakness that came to him so suddenly, instead his lips curling easily in a smirk as he eyed her ("I like her…") while his mind swirled. The heat on his face after she slapped him did nothing to quench his sudden interest in her either. He wondered what she had to make the mighty Thor fall from so high up. He wondered what she had that made her feel as if she were on equal footing with Loki- or, he could see it in her eyes that she truly believed it, that she was better than him. Jane Foster, a creature that could die in the blink of an eye, thought she was better than Loki?
But the rather important question really seemed to be what was it about Jane Foster that caused this pause in Loki? Because, really, pause seemed to be the best way to describe it. She made him pause in his actions, momentarily distracted by what he should be doing and rather taking note of the little woman full of energy in front of him. She made him do a double take and, honestly, wasn't that the worst part of it? That she made him take a second longer to do whatever action needed to be done because she caused an emotion to spring inside of him that he wasn't use to?
He had plans; Thor, the fool, allowed him out of his prison cell. Loki needed revenge. Revenge for his mother. Her wrongful death. It was like a poison in his blood. Loki would destroy the Dark Elves and then continue on. And he wasn't going to let a mortal get in his way of fulfilling his duty to become rightful king of Asgard. But then Jane Foster almost had…
She had almost been killed and that bright light that was her very being would have been completely erased from life as they knew it. And, so suddenly, that weakness, that pause, had taken over. It was a panic he had not felt in so long taking control, a fear so potent, something that wiped his mind of any thought and allowed his body to take over… Causing him to push Jane Foster out of the way of danger, almost losing himself to the darkness of the enemy if not for Thor.
Sitting on the throne of Asgard, disguised as the man he once called Father, Loki found his mind wandering back to that bizarre creature more often than he would prefer. He knew she lived after Thor's brief return to request to stay with her, to abandon his burden as heir to the throne. And that weak feeling, relief, flooded his body before disappearing. She lived.
Loki wished she would have died. If only so he could stop envisioning her wide eyes, the color of which made him think of dark, rich soil. He would often imagine himself wrapping his hands in her thick chestnut hair and yanking her head back, exposing the soft skin of her throat. My, Loki was positive she tasted delicious underneath the horrible smell of gas and metal that seemed to perfume her. He could almost feel her pulse fluttering beneath his lips as he imagined biting, nipping, licking her skin.
It was an unnecessary weakness that he feared would never leave him. But her life would pass quickly as he ruled the kingdom. They would never meet again. She would engage Thor for the next fifty years and he would carry out his plans, his birthright, and… he would never worry about his weakness becoming anything of a threat to him.
He would never be the one to make her laugh or smile or moan or whimper or cry or beg.
Or, Loki mused, perhaps he would. Perhaps this wasn't a weakness as much as an opportunity. An opportunity to take another thing that Thor could hardly handle. After all, one would be ignorant if they didn't believe Loki to be greedy.