Nothing more than a little oneshot about where Jane was during the events of New York. Could be continued if there's any interest ^^.

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Chapter 1

"Jane?" Her eyes widened and her gaze lingered upon the screen as it had never done before – not even during the season finale of Sherlock. "Jane, I think you really want to see this."

She could hear the annoyed sigh Jane always made when she was being disturbed while working. "What?" she blankly asked. "I've got important things to do, Darcy, please tell me this is not about…"

"I believe your boyfriend is on TV." Darcy grabbed her glasses and looked more closely. "Yep. Muscled, gorgeous womanly hair – couldn't miss."

Jane sat down beside her and her mouth fell open. "How? What?" Darcy shrugged. Jane stared at the screen and went all up in listening to whatever the blond woman on the news had to say about it.

Darcy grabbed her phone and started scrolling through her Twitter timeline. "Whatever it is, Jane, it's sort of a big thing. It feels like every person on earth is talking about it. New York." Puzzled, she looked at her screen. "Couldn't be bothered to visit us, could he?" she said accusingly.

"I think… I think he's busy, Darcy," Jane whispered, as she pointed at the screen, silently. Darcy sat down on the couch once more and watched. Their screen was rather bad (old TV, Jane minded more about scientific stuff than about TVs – for Darcy it worked the other way around), but it was still pretty clear what was going on. You don't need HD resolution to recognise a burning city. New York. "Why – why is it burning, Jane? What the hell has happened there?"

"Sst," Jane said, "could you please just listen for every once in a while?"

The blond woman's voice filled the whole room. 'There is an incredible amount of damage, caused by creatures still unknown to us. The day was saved by so-called heroes – the screen was filled by people Darcy had never seen before in her whole life, she just knew one of those heroes had to be Thor – we don't even know. What is going to be happening now, Mr. Stevinton?'

Jane shut off the TV, but didn't stop staring at the screen. Silence. "I don't know…"

"Huh?"

"I don't know what happened."

"It looks really bad." Darcy opened her phone once again and started looking at all the pictures. Awful images, really – and suddenly something caught her eye. There was a picture of a man. Tall. Not very old, long black hair, pale skin, weird clothes. Could be one of Thor's, she thought. She scrolled further through the page, only to find out he was the one who caused all of it. All of it. There was something with aliens, and lighting, and it was all just very confusing. This guy – whoever he was – had wanted to conquer the world. He had stated something like that in Germany, she read. Burdened with glorious purpose. She laughed. It all just seemed so absurd. Who was this guy to think that they would all just kneel to him and do as he said? Didn't have a foot to stand on. Apart from the fact that he had an army of flying super-alien robots, of course. She was going to show it to Jane, and then have a really good laugh at it, but then she saw it. Loki of Asgard. 'I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.'

"Jane…"

Jane just looked at her with numb eyes, not really over the shock yet.

"I think… I think I might know how caused this, eh, chaos." She showed Jane her phone, but Jane didn't seem to get it. "Asgard, Jane, the article says Loki of Asgard."

"So?" Jane asked. "I'm not really surprised that a guy who unleashes an army of flying robot-lizard-alien-things over New York is from Asgard."

"Just think, Jane, think. It was Thor's brother who send the huge robot to kill us last year. Couldn't it be the same brother…"

"In mythology Loki was the God of Mischief or something like that, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't Thor's brother."

"In Norse mythology Thor didn't have any brothers that wanted to kill him either," Darcy said, sharply. "As far as I know," she added hastily.

"Darcy, if this Loki you are talking about is his brother…"

"…that would explain why he was, or is, on earth," she ended Jane's sentence.

"I think…" Jane started, and she looked at Darcy with a half-smile. "I think we're going on a little trip."

Darcy got on her feet, excitement running through her veins. "I'll go packing."

"Darcy?"

"Hmm?"

"Just don't get to excited – I'd bet a hundred dollars half the shops are closed down."