Hello readers! I have recently become obssessed with these two. I am working furiously on more but I wanted to put up what I've done so far. Let me know what you think! Thank you and Enjoy!
Jane finally stepped away from the computer and her models for the night, or rather Darcy pulled her from the chair and forced her outside. The cool air slapped her in the face, waking her.
"Roof. Now." Darcy said pushing her friend/boss towards the latter heading to the roof of the garage/lab. Jane lit a fire in the pit and flopped into her deck chair. The empty one next to her had remained unmoved, untouched and unused since He had last slept in it. That wasn't completely true if Jane was honest with herself. She had painstakingly pulled every blonde hair she could find off it and had placed the 20 or so she had found in a locket. She wore it on a long chain every day, never taking it off, except in the shower. Erik and Darcy were none the wiser, and she wanted to keep it that way. It had seemed something she had to do at the time, now she admitted it felt a little nuts, but still she wore it. Darcy had a last come up to join her. The younger girl was pulling off a back pack and out of it was exactly what Jane could use. A bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, a salt shaker and a Tupperware full of sliced limes.
"I want that," Jane said laughing as Darcy poured them each a shot and handed Jane a lime and the salt shaker.
Darcy sat next to Jane, clinked their glasses together and each girl took a shot.
"Things have been so tense with you lately I figured you could use a stiff drink." Darcy said pushing her shoulder gently into Jane's.
Jane sighed. "I know. I just feel that I'm on the edge of a major break through or a major break down."
She turned her gaze to the empty chair, imaging him sitting there. Darcy followed her gaze.
"I miss the big guy too," Darcy spoke and poured them each another shot.
"The answers are right in front of me!" Jane raked a restless hand through her hair. "The math is viable, the models work, I just don't have a damn power source!"
Jane had jumped to her feet and had begun pacing.
"I know you'll figure it out. You're like uber brainy chick!" Darcy said trying to help.
Jane snorted. "Thanks Darc. I just wish I could talk to him. Ask him why he isn't back yet, and if he care for me as much as I do for him."
Jane sat down heavily next to her friend.
"You just want to hit him with the van." Darcy spoke completely dead pan.
"Again!" both girls laughed together.
"Is it pathetic that I would give anything in this world to be able to hit him with the van again?" Jane asked, blushing.
"Maybe a little." Darcy said with a nudge to show she understood. "I think that the reason he isn't back yet is that he can't yet, not that he doesn't want to be back."
"How can you be so sure Darcy?" Jane asked quietly.
She was letting the fear in just a little. Jane had been working so hard to hid it. She feared that He meant more to her than she him.
"Dude! Did you not see how he looked at you? The guy was totally smitten." Darcy said turning to look Jane full in the face. "If he didn't have to leave to battle his brother or whatever, he would have told you he loved you in like 3 days flat."
Jane pulled her knees into her chest, leaning her head on top of them. "I think I was falling for him too."
Darcy wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulder. "He'll be back."
"I hope so."
Thor made his way down to the edge of the broken Bifrost. He had lost count of how many times he had made the trip. He stopped taking a horse, preferring instead to walk to nearly five miles. His thoughts wrapped in longingly for the one he had to leave behind. He missed Jane with every breath. He felt crushed having to destroy the bridge, losing her and his brother all in a day. Heimdall had told him there was still hope to be able to reach Earth and that Jane herself was searching for him. Thor himself was scouring the archives looking for another passage but to no avail. He approached the Guardian.
"Hello my friend," Thor greeted.
"My Prince." Heimdall replied.
"How is she?" Thor asked steeping closer to the edge. The bridge still as ragged edged as it was the day before.
"She is spending time with the one called Darcy. They are speaking of you my Prince and sharing some kind of beverage.
"What does Jane say of me?" Thor asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
"She wonders why you have not returned. She wishes to see you, My Prince. She misses you."
Thor's smile slipped gently into a concerned frown. "Does she doubt my return?"
"She fears you do not care for her as she for you. The one called Darcy believes you have not returned because you have been unable not due to a desire not to. She believes you to be in love with the Lady Jane." Heimdall turned slightly towards his sovereign. Thor was looking out into the void of stars, seeming troubled.
"Darcy speaks the truth." Thor said with a sigh. "I long to see Jane as she longs to see me. I would speak of my feelings. I would take her as my Queen one day."
"They are joking of striking you with an object called a 'van," again." Heimdall reported with a look of confusion on his face.
Thor burst into laughter. The loudest laughter that had been heard from the newest King of Asagard in over two months time. His laughter bubbled forth with as much mirth as he could muster. As Thor regained his composer, he whipped the tears that has formed in the corners of his eyes.
"I would give anything in the nine realms to allow such a fate to befall me again." Thor said with a small laugh and a sigh.
"Lady Jane says the same." Heimdall spoke with a smile. "She has spoken of thinking herself in love with you as well my Prince."
Thor felt his heart squeeze at these words. His breath left his body leaving him momentarily weightless. He found himself both feeling elated and helpless by this revelation.
"I have made you troubled my Prince," Heimdall spoke looking at Thor cautiously.
"No, Heimdall." Thor spoke placing a hand on the Guardian's armored shoulder. "I simple must find a way to return to Midgard. I will speak with you tomorrow."
Thor turned and lifted his arm with Mjolnir in his hand to return quickly to the castle. He had full planned on heading for the training room to smash something. His anger towards Loki was suddenly at the forefront of his mind. His brother had cost him the ability to easily and quickly return to Jane. The woman he loved was doubting his feelings and that he would return. Jane's pain was his and he had no means to tell her so. He landed and quickened his pace towards the training room. Thor felt as a man possessed. Full of nothing but anger and longingly. The need to break something, to scream and sweat out his hurt nearly choking in its necessity. He could hear the gathering storm outside as his rage was taking hold. It seemed as though all of Asagard knew of his growing anger, as the halls were clear and he met no one. At last he had made it to the one room in all of the nine release that he could release his full power without fear of hurting anything outside the room. The crashes, booms and screams of rage kept everyone at bay. Thor was trying to exhaust himself into oblivion so the truth of his pain, beyond the rage would not show. He had heard was Sif had said to his mother, Frigga as he passed them after he had returned.
'He mourns for his brother. And he misses her. The mortal.'
He had mourned truly for Loki, but the reality of his brother's betrayal cut to the quick. He could not mourn for long for the one who had rout so much pain. But oh how his missed Jane. There were no words to describe the desperate ache inside his very soul that longed for her presence. Mjolnir dropped from his grasp and Thor dropped to his knees, face in his hands. He wanted Jane in his arms more than he had every wanted anything. He longed to feel her tiny and fragile frame in his embrace. To see how far she had to lean back to look up into his face when they were standing close. The smell of her hair, the perfect mixture of coffee and vanilla mixed with something purely Jane. The sound of her soft voice, that was equal parts calming and alluring. He missed breakfast with her, and so many small things he had come to enjoy in Midgard. Pop tarts! Boilermakers, Darcy's face-tome page or whatever she had called it. Drinking with Erik, joking with Darcy. He wanted to tell them how much he aperated and recuperated their friendship. He wanted to kiss Jane with as much passion as they had shared before they were parted. He longed to tell her how sorry he was for not coming back as quickly as he had planned, and explain why. Thor wanted to see the surprise and hopefully joy and pleasure in Jane's eyes when he confessed his feelings for her. He pulled his hand through his hair angrily. He took a deep breath and stood slowly. Thor picked up Mjolnir and made his way out to the training room.
"Thor, darling are you alright?"
He turned to see his mother walking towards him.
"I am fine mother," Thor spoke with a sad smile.
"You have received some troubling news? Your mortal, Jane? She is unharmed?" Frigga ask placing a hand on her son's cheek.
"Jane is unharmed. She doubts my feelings for her and my intention to return to her." Thor told her, feeling a lump growing in his throat. "I miss her, mother. More than I had thought possible."
"I am sorry my son." Frigga pulled the mighty but heart broken Thor into a hug.
He hugged his mother back, glad for her comfort. He stepped back and walked with his mother towards a balcony that overlooked the city. Thor looked out of the expanse of the kingdom and found no solace in it's beauty as he had once.
"I wish I could speak to her even just for a moment, and tell her why I have not returned."
"I may have a way for you to do that.," Frigga spoke looking very thoughtful.
"Mother?" Thor asked feeling suddenly hopeful.
"Allow me to do a small amount of research in the achieves my son. I will return as quickly as I am able." Frigga kissed his cheek and quickly took her leave.
Thor watched her leave knowing if anyone could find a way to ease his pain, it would be his mother. He was surprised by the sudden and hard clap on his shoulder.
"Hail Thor Odin's Son!' said the hearty voice of Volstagg.
"Hello my old friend," Thor spoke offering his fellow warrior a smile.
"We saw what you did to the training room my friend,' Volstagg laughed. "Fandral is cleaning it."
"Oh? And how did he get stuck with such a task alone?" Thor asked his mood improving.
"Hogun and I locked the door on him," said Sif as she joined them with Hogun.
"Shall we drink a barrel of mead each? In Fandral honor of course." Hogun spoke with a laugh.
"I am sorry my friends. I am not much for company these days."
"That's alright! You can clean up the mess!" Volstagg laughed.
"I appreciate that Volstagg. I am just going to take a walk." Thor smiled gently at his friends in parting and took his leave.
He took the trek back to the Bifrost for the second time that day. Night was falling slowly upon Asagard as surely as dawn was surely breaking in Midgard. He simply stood next to Heimdall looking out over the cosmos displayed before them wondering which fragile ball of light held his Jane.
Jane awoke to find herself sleeping outside on the lawn chair. A painful crick in her neck having used Darcy's foot as a pillow. She sat up slowly clutching her skull. She accidentally kicked the empty bottle the was on the ground next to her. The sounds piercing her already pounding head. Darcy groaned in her sleep.
They had drank the WHOLE ENTIRE BOTTLE. No wonder why she felt like death. Massive hangovers and painful heart ache is no way to wake up. Jane somehow was able to throw a blanket on Darcy and made it into the lab. She quickly made the strongest pot of coffee she had ever made in her life. She filled a quarter of the cup with sugar topped with coffee and headed towards her computer. She sat down heavily and began running models with her head propped on one elbow. Sleep quickly over took the young astrophysicists. The swirling of models of the universe dancing in her head.
Thor left the company of Heimdall after asking how Jane was. He could not stand being so close to his informant and not ask. Thor was glad that she was well and sleeping, even if it was at her desk. He made his way to retire in his chambers. He entered his bedroom, with golden walls and a giant bed covered in a red blanket as crimson as his cape. Thor removed his armor and climbed into the welcoming coolness of the sheets. It was then that he noticed a small box and a note. His name was scrawled across the front of the envelope in his mother's hand writing. He ripped it open to read what she had written.
Thor,
I have found an herb that will allow you to enter a mortal's dreams. You need simple consume it while thinking only of the mortal whose dreams you wish to enter. The mortal must be sleeping for the herb to work. Sadly you may only enter a mortal's dreams once. Tell Jane what you need to. Good luck my son.
My endless love,
Your mother.
Thor was in awe. His mother had provided hope for he and Jane. He would have to thank her soon, however knowing that Jane was asleep this very moment he didn't want to waste another moment. He opened the box that had come with the note. Inside was a small dose of the herb his mother had spoken off. Immediately he began to chew it. Quickly he was overcome and fell into the deepest sleep he had every experienced.
Thor dropped into Jane's dream. It was the most intimate thing he could have imagined. He could tell it was her dream, it smelled like Jane. There was a haze rising at the edge of his vision, like heat waves. He could feel the vibrations of the alcohol Jane had consumed working in the dream. As Thor gained his bearings, it became clear that he was sitting in the dream version of the lawn chair on the roof of Jane's lab. Jane herself was sitting in hers, eyes focused on the fire pit in front of them. Above them the sky swirled with brightly colored stars and galaxies. He studied Jane's face, afraid to speak for the moment. Her hair was blowing gently across her face, more auburn than usual in the light of the fire. Looking upon her again took his breath away. She truly was the most interesting and beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. How could he not love this woman?
"Jane?" he spoke gently.
She turned towards him, with a look of both happiness and doubt. "This is a dream again isn't it?"
"Actually," Thor began taking her small hand in his. "Yes and no."
Jane tried to pull her hand away confusion spread across her face. "What?"
"You are dreaming, but I'm also here. My mother found an herb that would allow me to enter your dream." Thor told her.
He stood and joined Jane on her lawn chair pulling her into his lap and wrapping her in his arms. He leaned down smelling her hair, the scent he had so longed for. Jane's arms circling his waist.
"I miss you," Jane sighed and snuggled into his chest.
Thor pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I as well, Jane."
"So if this is technically a dream, why haven't you come back in a non-dream fashion?" Jane asked leaning away to look up into his eyes.
"Loki was going to destroy Jotunheim. He had planned it all along to somehow curry favor with my father. I could not allow him to kill so many innocents. I smashed the Bifrost." Thor pulled her closer to his chest. "I had no choice Jane."
"I understand. I am glad you saved Jotunheim. What happened to your brother?" Jane asked.
Thor sighed, pained. "He fell. I tried to save him, my father tried to save him. Loki allowed himself to drop."
"I am sorry." Jane whispered. "That must be hard on you."
"I am glad that I was given the chance to explain why I haven't return." Thor lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I will find a way to return to you, Jane."
Jane moved to face him and wrapped her arms around Thor's neck. His hand rested on her hips, fingers nearly touching across her back. Jane's eyes flicked to his lips and back up. Thor kissed her with as much fervor and passion as their last kiss. They held onto one another like a life line, never wanting to let go. Breathing of course became an issue, they part only to lean foreheads together.
"This is the only time you'll be able to visit my dreams isn't it?" Jane asked, knowing what the answer would be.
Thor shook his head. "I will not. However, never doubt that I am searching for a way to you, as I know you are searching for me. I will return to you Jane."
She shivered at the sincerity of his words. Thor reached back to remove his cape and wrap it around her. Jane subtly inhaled the scent of him off the fabric.
"Have you been having Heimdall look in on me?" Jane asked the thought suddenly coming to her.
Thor had the decency to blush lightly. "Occasionally."
"By 'occasionally'? Do you mean every day?" Jane said with a laugh.
Thor joined her laughter and embraced her again. The dream wavered a little, Jane was close to waking.
"I shall return to you, my Jane," Thor spoke kissing her forehead gently. "At the very least to allow you to strike me with the van one more time."
He burst into laughter at the look on her face. The laughter in the dream woke Jane. Her elbow had fallen from the table and she found herself again at the desk. She felt slightly disappointed the dream had ended, but she felt better than she had in months. Jane sighed and stood to go find Darcy. It was then she noticed that her shoulders were covered in a warm blanket. She froze.
"Darcy!" Jane shouted at the top of her lungs.
There was a loud groan and a bedraggled Darcy sat up from the couch in the lab.
"What?" Darcy asked her voice sounding like sandpaper.
"Did you put a blanket on me?" Jane asked sounding slightly hysterical.
"No, why?" Darcy said rubbing her eyes with her sleeve.
"What color is it?" Jane covered her face with her hands, as though terrified to her the answer.
"It's red," Darcy said slowly, as though speaking to a crazy person.
"Are you sure it's red?" Jane said taking her hands down and staring at Darcy.
"Well yeah, I mean I guess its more crimson than anything." Darcy was watching her carefully.
Jane pulled the 'blanket' off her shoulders and held it up to get a good look. It was Thor's cape, she was sure of it. She would recognize that color anywhere. The dream was real. He was looking for a way back to her! The smile that broke out on Jane's face threatened to break her jaw. She wrapped herself in it and began jumping and squealing.
"What's you damage Heather?" Darcy asked watching her boss/friend losing her mind.
Jane suddenly gasped and covered her head with the cape. She turned her covered face towards the ceiling and spoke and in a slightly muffled voice: "Heimdall? Could you maybe not mention this to him?"
"Alright!" Darcy said throwing her arms in the air. "What the hell is going on?"
Jane pulled the cape from her face and proceeded to tell Darcy what had transpired in her dream.
"…And then I wake up and I still have his cape!" Jane said taking a deep breath. She had explained the whole thing to Darcy very quickly. in what seemed like the same breath. "What do you think?"
Darcy blinked a few times. "Well besides the fact that you're completely insane, I believe you. At this point how could I not."
"What do I do now?" Jane asked glad that Darcy was with her.
"Well it seems as though we have two problems now," Darcy began. "We still lack a power source to open and a portal. The second problem being that said portal is broken. All I can say is good thing the big guy's looking too, cause the way I see we're screwed."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Jeez Darc! That's helpful."
"Alright, here's the plan." Darcy got to her feet. "First, we are getting coffee. Second, we're getting Erik on the phone and see if the S.H.E.I.L.D dudes have found anything helpful. We can harass Coulson if we have to!"
Jane smiled at her friend. "Let's go! I'm driving!" Jane grabbed her coat and keys.
"No way!" Darcy laughed taking the keys out of Jane's hand. "There is only one person in the universe who can both survive being hit with a car by you. Twice! And want to get hit again! I'm driving."
"I don't drive that bad!" Jane mumbled and followed Darcy to the van.
