A/N: This fiction is based on the 2013 film of the same name. (It starred Anna Walton and Tom Wisdom.) I really hope you enjoy this story, and if you haven't seen the movie and would like to, it's currently free streaming on Hulu. (That is if you're into gothic romances and you don't mind commercial breaks.)
Soulmate
The funeral had been awful, the pain worse even than the soul crushing devastation she'd imagined. There had been a rather large crowd at the church but then, as her friend and manager, Darcy Lewis, liked to point out, her music was starting to get noticed.
"It's only natural for them to gawk a bit," the black haired woman had tried to soothe her, "you're a celebrity now."
Jane never much cared for celebrities, or social standings for that matter; neither had Thor. At the mere thought of his name, her heart squeezed within her chest as if it were actually rebelling against the thought of beating without her husband, her best friend, her everything, beside her. Erik, her quasi-father figure and former friend of her long deceased parents, gripped her hand in concern as they watched his casket being lowered into the ground. She offered him a forced smile in return, glad he'd brought her back into the present and away from the horrid memories of her last moments with her husband. She knew she couldn't live inside her head, inside her misery forever. Still, Jane Odinson –
'No, Foster,' she thought to herself, unwilling to hold on to an empty promise – even in name alone – of a family that no longer existed. Of course Frigga was worried about her, but Odin hadn't been able to look at her since the accident, let alone speak to her. Frigga had attempted to comfort Jane, saying they'd all lost him. And though she didn't understand the pain, a parent losing a child must have been horrible for them, in the end Frigga and Odin still had each other, and what did Jane have?
"Nothing," she gasped out, forcing the tears not to fall as she finished perfecting her make up. She took her time, slipping on her little black dress Thor loved, making certain to wear the jewelry he'd gotten for her, wearing her hair loose just the way he liked it. When she was done, convinced she looked as good as she could under the current circumstances, she put the plug in the bath drain and turned on the taps so that the water would be nice and warm, and then she went and locked the bathroom door.
Deciding had always been hard for Jane. Being an orphan, emotions had always been hard for her to deal with, but it was actually making a decision that frightened her most. Once she'd made up her mind about something, she had tremendous follow through, no matter how painful. As she turned off the taps and settled herself fully clothed into the tub, she was counting very much on what Thor referred to as her "bull-headed-ness".
"I can't live without you," she whispered, picking up her husband's old-fashioned shaving razor in one hand and cut along her wrist as deeply as she could, biting on her lip to keep from alerting Darcy, who was staying the night with her. Blood trickled down in thick rivets of dark maroon lines as she sought to catch her breath before doing the same to the other wrist, though with considerably more difficulty given the state of her other arm. Satisfied with the results, and partly for the growing dizziness in her head, Jane dropped the blade into the water and soon found her face slipping under as well. She could hear a muffled sound, was it Darcy? She no longer cared, not when she was so close to being reunited with her husband – her everything. Just as darkness was closing around her, just when she'd almost reached her goal, she felt it. Her body was being lifted from the water; air was being forced into her lungs, hands on her chest making her heartbeat.
'No,' she cried out in her mind, unable to operate her mouth. 'No, not when I'm so close to him! Thor…Thor!'
Her heart broke further; her soul crushed beyond recognition, Jane Foster – Odinson was rushed to the hospital.