PROLOGUE:
Thor stood, attempting at bringing himself to fall to his tallest height as he cautiously awaited the presence of his father, Odin. Today was the day that he would be reunited with the young woman that he had met upon his banishment to Earth. Thor grinned to himself upon his memories as he stared, unfocused, upon the shattered brim of the Bifrost. Today it would be fixed; forever repaired 'til the day need it be broken again.
Thor frowned upon the loss of his dear younger brother, Loki, as he looked back upon the events. Though Thor had not yet found his younger brother, he still claimed that he would search forever for the last heir to Odin's throne. Upon hearing the near-silent clamor of steps of Odin's stallion, riding up towards Thor as well as the beloved gatekeeper, Heimdall, Thor turned to face his father within all of his glory, golden eye-patch and all. Thor grinned, relieved upon seeing his graceful, powerful father.
Had this been another dream of Thor's he would have already awoken, crying for the truth that it would not have been real. He wished so dearly for his beloved Jane to return to him for he had kept his love and loyalty to only her for the past five years and according to Heimdall she had done the same beneath Heimdall's all-seeing eye. Today this bridge would be repaired beneath the contents it had taken all of five years to grow and raise.
Odin leapt from the top of his stallion to the floor of the bridge, falling just short of Thor's brilliant height. He gazed proudly upon his son though he found his son's love for a mortal rather…distasteful. Still Odin held no grudge for this mortal woman had taught Thor the matters of love, of modesty, of loyalty and of patience. "Be calm, my son, be calm; the Bifrost will be repaired today." Odin assured his son attentively as he noted the tenseness of Thor.
Odin turned his attention to the shattered brim of the Bifrost, appointing the dangerous edges and noting the heavy jar of iris formula behind his arms. Reaching into his arm he withdrew the jar, holding the container high for Heimdall and Thor to see. Thor found the dramatic performance too heavy on his heart. "Just do it, father!" Thor exclaimed, his tone not unalike to that of an eager child's. Odin bellowed a loud laugh as even Heimdall cracked a smile at the younger Asgardian. "Be steady, my child." Odin scolded though not very sternly as he unwrapped the lid of the container, holding the formula heavily over the Bifrost though he did not turn it to spill it, nor pour it, nor to tilt it.
The thick multi-colored substance within the jar swayed heavily behind its confines, recognizing the freedom it could be allowed. "Repair this bridge to other realms to recognize peace, allies, and opportunities." Odin prayed boldly, his voice steady and boisterous. Thor watched in sheer awe as the substance within the jar darted upward rather than in the direction of the Bifrost. He followed the sway of the substance with loud electric eyes. He watched eagerly as the exclamation of the colors within the substance appeared to light brighter and brighter 'til it seemed blinding.
However Thor never shielded his eyes in fear that the substance would be insulted and would retreat. The Bifrost components arched high above Thor, Heimdall and Odin's heads, screeching before it finally dove downwards, dashing upon the shards of the Bifrost's edge. They each watched in wonder as a new surface was created, at first liquid-like before solidifying and shining with a new sheen. At the edge of the newly created Bifrost stood a rounder surface, more clean-cut than the rest of the Bifrost. Within the center of that rounder surface remained an uplifted section upon the very, very center. Upon this lifted area it appeared that this uplifted section held the keyhole to Hofud, Heimdall's sword. Soon a temple would be built legendarily around the keyhole and would serve to create the portals to each of the nine realms.
"Please bless the new Bifrost, Heimdall," Odin directed of Heimdall as he kept his sight set upon the eager, jagged new addition to the Bifrost. Heimdall merely gave a single nod of his head before stepping forward. He held Hofud high above his head upon the jagged edge of the Bifrost. Next, in a way that shook the jagged directions to ashes, he lowered Hofud upon the jagged edges, therefore cleansing it and cutting it neatly clean. Now you could never tell the difference between one end of the Bifrost to the other. Heimdall stepped forward once more, directing himself to the center keyhole and stepped cleanly to the single slit upon the uplifted section. Once again Heimdall lifted Hofud above his head.
"Remember this, son," Odin instructed Thor as Thor watched closely. "For one day your children might ask just how the Bifrost was created." Odin insisted to his beloved son. Thor merely gave a single nod upon watching the gatekeeper.
Heimdall struck down Hofud to the very slit of the keyhole, instantly finding the slot with the blade. Thor watched in awe and wonder as the very rounder part of the Bifrost abruptly turned a single color, shading first to a light yellow then to a shade of bright golden then finely crisping to a barely recognizable color. Cluttering sounds escaped the rounder area as the temple began to build itself, brick by brick. However Thor found Heimdall's face in curious wonder, searching his reaction.
Thor, though, was quite shocked to find his once-red-eyed friend now sporting brightly lit golden irises, barely recognizable against the whites of his eyes. Heimdall's lips seemed parted in his zone as he appeared to have no control of himself any longer. Were there Gods above Gods? Thor feared to speak as he feared interrupting the process of blessing the Bifrost. Soon he found himself gazing upon a temple; no different from the one he had known a mere five years ago.
Odin turned to his son, an eager grin gently placed in the unfitting features of his face. "You may go." Odin assured Thor wisely though Thor heard a distinctive clatter from the direction of the rounder surface of the Bifrost. Heimdall must have been exhausted from such a blessing as the work he had done seemed perfectly symmetrical to the very Bifrost five years ago before Thor had broken it in the name of saving the Frost Giants.
Too caught in his eagerness to see his beloved Jane he dashed forward. "Heimdall will be awake when you are prepared to return!" Odin called after his son. Thor eagerly approached the portal he knew far too well to be the one to Earth. Not a day had passed that he had forgotten what the portal to Earth had looked like. The vortex within the portal appeared indulging; a beauty amongst all saviors to him for it would rescue him from heartbreak.
Thor dashed forward to the portal, his joy escaping him in a sigh as he felt the vortex indulge him, wrapping fittingly around his body to take him to where his beloved was.
-JANE-
Jane turned to her laptop within the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, her eyes catching the aurora quickly as hope once more filled her system. "Where's my taser?" Darcy exclaimed from her seat as she lurched from the seat. Jane quickly found herself rolling her eyes at her beloved partner. Though Darcy had gone five years older, she still seemed just as immature as she had been the first time that Jane had met Thor…
Thor…
The hope of seeing her love again was too much to handle for thirty-year-old Jane as her heart pounded loudly. Though she had caught false alarms several times Jane still held hope, hard as a rock to her. She dashed forward, clutching her journal gingerly to her side as she pulled herself into the van, Erik already settled into the driver's seat. She peered to the side-view mirror, peering at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents climbing into their own vehicle.
"Let's outrun them, see if we can get there first." Erik chuckled as he pressed his toe to the gas eagerly. To be completely honest, those agents annoyed the s*** out of him. The van lurched forward, spinning dust and dirt in its wake. "Erik!" Jane scolded as she remembered what had happened when she had first met Thor. It will be different this time! Jane exclaimed in her mind. And she knew this; she could feel it. He was here. He had kept his promise and had returned to Jane, he had come back to her! "Go faster!" Jane exclaimed, her scolding turning to a direction of eagerness as she let it overcome her. She needed to see her love.
Darcy released a whoop of joy as she recognized Jane's eagerness. Of course Darcy believed in the connection between Jane and Thor however she still loaded her taser with new capsules, hoping to God she'd get a chance as the last time she had tased Thor it had been the best entertainment ever to her. Since then she found everything else boring.
Erik released his own cry of joy as he pressed further on the gas pedal, praying to God he didn't burn up the gas before the aurora was over. Soon the trio turned upwards, looking in the direction of the sky. The aurora was definitely there, a vortex of musky clouds and a funnel of wind escaping the sky. "FASTER!" Jane exclaimed as she wanted to be there the moment that Thor touched ground. In a way it could be romantic, the way lovers were meant to be. That instead of letting her boyfriend go to his home realm to defeat his brother with the promise of his return but he never did because something went wrong and he could have possibly died. Well, at least in her mind.
Finally the trio had entered the swirl of wind, dust and dirt. A crack echoed throughout the van as a new spider-crack appeared on the windshield. "You have gotta be kidding me," Jane murmured to herself as she popped the clasp of the door and escaped the confines of the van. However sure enough there lay her love in all of his glorified armor.
Jane was still awestruck at how completely beautiful he was. Long tendrils of golden strands cascaded around his face, never reaching past his neck. His entire face appeared chiseled yet worn with light scars from battles and fights and slight scruff painting his chin lightly. Shining silver armor plates smoldered his strong torso as a scarlet cape cascaded behind his back. His helmet, however, appeared to have been thrown off whether in the landing or the crash it was unknown and tossed several feet away. "Where's Mjollnir?" Jane questioned, her hands braced in front of her face, wondering where Thor's hammer could possibly be. She turned her head upwards, praying to God that it would not fall from the sky and fall on one of the unlucky ones.
"Didn't…bring…it…this…time…" Thor rasped out from his spot where he had been believed to have been unconscious. Jane immediately dropped beside her beloved, a sigh of relief escaping her as she peered into Thor's now open electric blue eyes. "Thor," She breathed to him as she reached forward, gently caressing his face. Thor nudged his head into her hand, enjoying the sensual, intimate moment between the pair. "My love," Thor responded as he too reached up, his hand finding her face as well. Jane's breath caught at his words as joy overtook her heart. Though she knew that the feeling must be mutual, it was still a wonder to hear it from Thor's lips…a God no less!
"Marry me," Jane whispered, leaning close to Thor as she pressed her forehead to his. Though those had not been the famous words she had anticipated herself saying, the words came naturally without her knowledge. And soon she realized this was exactly what she wanted; to marry Thor. However Thor could not respond immediately as Darcy had taken her chance (finding it unfair that Erik had gotten the chance to hit Thor, once more, with his van) and had effectively tased our poor hero.
-2 YEARS LATER-
Jane escaped the confines of the van with slight struggle as Thor kept to her side, attempting to hold himself to her side as she shielded her swollen belly. "The baby will be born in Asgard, don't you worry 'bout that, Thor." Jane sighed to her husband in slight annoyance. "I am merely concerned for both of your health." Thor retorted with an aggravated sigh. According to Darcy, pregnant women tended to be hormonal. Of course Thor had no experience whatsoever with pregnant women whatsoever so this was all completely new. "I am quite positive that it will be a boy." Thor murmured, mostly to himself. Jane turned to her husband, an expression of disbelief upon her face. "Why? 'Cause all of your first-borns are males? This is Earth, this baby was conceived here, and I am human! It could be a girl!" Jane exclaimed. Thor sighed once more at his hormonal, easily-tempered wife.
"I know this, dear. However I can feel that it is most likely a boy." Thor explained as gently as he could. And he could feel that it was a boy. He could feel the stronger connection to his most-likely-a-son. He could feel a strong heir within his wife's womb. Jane sighed in slight annoyance and irritation however most of this was aimed at herself. She could not get over her mood swings and most of these swings turned to anger, annoyance and irritation. It could be the fact that she had conceived the child of one of the angrier Gods in Asgard.
"What will we name the child, Thor?" Jane sighed as she stepped to the mark upon the dirt. Thor gave a soft smile to his wife, a silent plead to her. "I was hoping that if it is, indeed, a boy, it could be named Loki." Thor requested softly of his wife. Jane could not help the silent tears that sprung to her eyes upon this request. Though Loki had very much betrayed her husband, Thor continued to love and search for Loki. "That would be wonderful." Jane responded to her husband.
Thor grinned to his wife once more before turning to the sky. "Heimdall, open the bridge!" He called to the sky above his head. For a moment nothing occurred however before he could call again to his dear friend, the gatekeeper, a loud crack of thunder rushed out, soon followed by the thick funnel of wind, dirt and sand of New Mexico. Thor gripped hold of his wife's hand, praying for her safety and their son's.
-3 WEEKS LATER-
"I was correct." Thor boasted smugly as a smirk painted his lips. Jane rolled her eyes as she lay, gentle in the offered bed within Asgard. Still she clutched her son to her chest, holding him boldly in her arms. "Hi, little one," She cooed to the baby, offering a finger to tease the child. Her son, little Loki, reached out, gripped onto his mother's finger and laughed joyously as he played with his mother. "Ouch," Jane muttered as she attempted to pry her finger from her son's hand. Thor laughed a boisterous sound within the room. Columns speared the room thickly, each one painted with fine designs as the floors remained a beautiful marble and as the bed remained, supported upon a golden platform within the center of the room.
Thor stood upon the steps to the bed, adorning his son as others waited to be allowed within the room to see the newborn heir to Thor.
Sif paced the outside of the door, eagerly waiting to see the newborn Asgardian. Though she very much found Loki a traitor, she found that she wished to have a connection to Thor's child for she knew that this could be the newest heir to his throne. If she could possibly train a king…it could be a great achievement if she manages to keep him alive!
Hogun watched as Sif paced the halls, her feet nearly driving welts to the floors. His heart ached to tell her of his feelings however he would have to wait until after she had met the newborn. He wished to tell as soon as possible as he had only discovered the feelings himself as of the day before. However nerves controlled him and the one time that he had actually worked up his nerves to confront her with his feelings, Thor had announced that Jane had gone into labor with his son. Sif had been eager to greet the newborn as she wished to train the son when the age approached however Hogun had been discouraged to confront her.
He could only wish that the time would be enough for him after she had met the newborn Loki. Little did he know that Sif would confront him first in a mere amount of hours and admit to have loved him for years.
-Five YEARS LATER-
Loki dashed from hall to hall, searching eagerly for the source of the noise. "What is it?" Loki questioned his grandfather who merely walked at his own pace. Odin turned to his grandson with a fond smile. "That is your younger brother, my dear Loki." Odin said fondly as he followed his grandson through the halls, hoping to find Jane's bedroom within the large building. "Why is he crying? Is he hurt?" Loki questioned concernedly. Odin laughed a boisterous laugh, not unalike to his son's. The laugh echoed throughout the halls however Odin calmed quickly. "No, my dear child; your younger brother is not harmed. If we have things our way, he will never be harmed." Odin admitted to his grandson. A grin passed Loki's face as he heard his grandfather's reassuring words.
Still concern etched into Odin's heart as he contemplated the sibling rivalry that could pass between the two boys. Could it possibly end as Thor and Loki had ended with one dying and the other grieving and searching forever? Finally the pair found the bedroom of Odin's daughter-in-law and his son. Thor looked up from the baby within his arms however the child within his arms was wrapped finely with blankets. The child seemed so impossibly small, even smaller than the average newborn and worrying so.
"It is not a boy, father." Thor breathed to his father as he looked up with proud eyes. "I have a daughter." Thor breathed. The breath caught in Odin's chest as he peered at his proud son. He had never contemplated having a granddaughter, only grandsons. Still, this could possibly change the prophecy in which he had placed upon the two children. Hopefully it could end more peaceful than Thor and Loki's rivalry.
"What is her name, son?" Odin questioned curiously as he approached his son and granddaughter. Of course the moment that he peered at his granddaughter, his heart caught. This child was so amazingly beautiful with wide electric blue eyes and soft blond hair. Still it was concerning how small the child was. Odin held out his arms to request to hold the child in which Thor placed his daughter. "Iris," Thor answered as he peered at his daughter. She gazed back, curious and wary as she remained silent, no longer crying. "Iris, the Goddess," Odin breathed to himself. His granddaughter was in definite a Goddess. She was absolutely breathtaking. "That's my brother?" Loki questioned as he stepped onto the bed to peer at his sister. Odin released a laugh once more, shaking the baby girl in his arms. "No, my dear Loki," Odin laughed. "It appears that we have made a mistake." He said.
"This is your sister."
