HEY, SO FIRST EVER THOR FIC. DEFINITELY NOT MY FIRST AVENGERS FIC THOUGH. REVIEW PLEASE!
Darcy Lewis sighed as she stared across the living room to her best friend. Jane had spent the majority of the time since Thor had left, staring out the only open window with a glassy, pining stare. The younger of the girls hated to admit that she pitied anyone; still, she couldn't help but confess to herself that she felt sorry for her. Jane had become like a sister to Darcy; she felt what Jane felt. On an empathetic level at least. Thor had been gone for three months and it was eating at Jane, bit by bit. Darcy had been forced to watch as Jane grew sadder with each passing day following Thor and his brother's departure with the Tesseract. First Thor, then Selvigg – the exodus of the scientist's father figure had started the downward spiral, giving Darcy cause to resent the man she had once looked up too.
"I'm going to bed." Jane's tired voice interrupted her train of thought. Darcy looked up, following Jane's hunched figure with sad eyes.
"Okey dokey, see ya in the morning." Darcy called loudly in an attempt to give the situation a hint of normalcy. Jane weakly raised her hand over her shoulder in acknowledgment, disappearing through the fogged-glass bedroom door. The neutrality of the overall crème color of their house's walls was somewhat oppressing, mirroring the New Mexico sky and not helping the mood of its two inhabitants.
The shutters over the window were shut tightly as they always were, unyielding in their duty of shutting out the light that Jane insisted was blinding. She had always preferred the tempest to the calm. Foggy-glassed doors lined the gloomy hallway that lead away from the kitchen, the first two of the five belonging to the girls. The second hallway was lined with two bathrooms and a closet, all guarded with identical glass doors. Darcy rose from the couch with her iPod clutched in her hand, turning off the lights that she passed as she padded towards her bedroom.
Pushing her door open, she sighed contentedly at her disorganized sanctuary of a bedroom. The armoire, closet doors, headboard, and desk were all painted the same shade of crème as the rest of the house but that was the only hint of the confining color. The rest of her room was decorated to fit her taste – pale green walls were covered in her photography, certificates, posters and artwork. Her stark white laptop stood out in contrast to her gold embroidered bedspread and her dark green pillows were strewn around the room where she had tossed them in her sleep. Her gold lamp shade hung at an odd angle beside her alarm clock where she had accidently managed to hit it instead of the snooze button. Finally, her black Bose sound system, her baby, sat in the corner, waiting to be used.
Darcy shut her door behind her, immediately gravitating towards her expensive speaker set – a 'gift' she had insisted SHIELD owed her for stealing her belongings. She plugged her iPod in, relaxing slightly as the playing music drowned her tension, even if only for a short period of time. Falling backwards on her bed, she skillfully avoided landing on her laptop, pulling it into her lap as she scooted back against the headboard of her bed. The game she had been playing before Jane had called her for breakfast blinked to life and Darcy hit replay without hesitation.
She had managed to make it through four rounds before she felt herself nodding off to sleep. Closing her laptop, she rolled over on her side, tucking her head under her arms and listening carefully for any telltale sounds of Jane's nightmares that she so often found herself having to interrupt. The other side of the wall was deafeningly silent and Darcy smiled, it was one of the better nights; that much had been made clear when Jane made an effort to cook breakfast in the first place. Darcy's meal of choice had recently become Cup 'o noodles when Jane had decided to stop fixing her food.
Thunder cracked through the sky, once again interrupting her ramblings. She let the unusual weather drift to the back of mind and irritably continued rambling on in her head. If she was being honest with herself, she also kind of missed their resident god. And not only because he was undeniably hot. And occasionally shirtless. But because he had become her friend. More of an acquaintance considering they had known each other for all of three days, but a friend none the less. And seriously, how many people could say they were friends with an Asgardian thunder god? Three people exactly. And she knew each of them personally.
Thunder echoed in the sky again, going unnoticed by the girl attempting to fall asleep. It took three seconds for her to put two and two together before she shot up in her almost regal looking bed. She raced across her room to the stereo system, throwing her fist into the off button on her way to the window. The golden curtains were ripped open, giving Darcy Lewis a clear view of what she had so eloquently taken to calling the hyper-gay-rainbow-bridge-dump. Clouds swirled overhead like the beginning of a tornado. It never rained in Puente Antigo. Never. Only once before in the last ten years, and that was during the breakdown of a certain thunder god.
Light cut through the sky, breaking up the developing storm cloud. The light reached a brilliance that she had only seen once. And that was as a result of the unpronounceable rainbow bridge.
"Jane!" she screeched, sprinting backwards and tearing her coat off of its hook behind her door.
"I know!" her friend shouted back. "Get the van, I'll meet you out there." She ordered, poking her head around the corner with the first smile she had worn in months. Darcy swiped the keys off the counter, bolting out the front door with little attention to the fact that she hadn't even bothered to slam it behind her.
The engine of their van revved to life with a groan, lurching backwards as Darcy slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. Jane swung into the passenger seat, smacking Darcy's arm as a way of telling her to go. Darcy sped off in the direction of the hyper-gay-rainbow-light-stream, only allowing the car to screech and skid to a halt when they were yards from the spot where they had seen the intricate pattern carved into the dirt the first time they had met Jane's boyfriend. Jane had thrown herself out of the car before the car had even come to a proper stop, racing to the very edge of what she had laid out for Darcy and Selvigg as the 'safe-zone', staring up at the sky with the most heartbreakingly hopeful expression that Darcy had ever seen. The light cut through the foggy night sky again and Jane shielded her eyes, reluctantly looking away from the truly blinding light.
Only this time, when Jane and Darcy looked back, not one, but two forms lie sprawled out in the patterned ground.
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