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It was midnight and Jane stood on the balcony staring into the night. She couldn't help but marvel at how brilliant it all looked in Asgard; constellations brighter than she'd ever seen, stunning nebulas in cloudy lilacs and soft greens painting over the black and silver of the sky and stars above.

"Everything here is so different." She whispered as a soft yet warm breeze tickled the skin on her bare arms and face while dancing through her hair. "The sky, the clothes, the customs…"

My feelings.

She wouldn't dare say those two final words aloud. Instead, she found herself sighing and getting lost in her own thoughts. When she had first arrived, all she wanted to do was explore and discover. She spent every moment possible with Thor, and she had begged him to ask Heimdall to teach her about Asgard's moons and constellations. She even pestered Eir and the other nurses about their quantum field generator or as they called it, 'soul forge'. But now she'd calmed down. While everything was still new and exciting to her, it was completely washed out by her current predicament. Her feelings.

It had become known to her on the third night of her stay in Asgard. There was a huge feast being held in the dining hall with all kinds of knights and nobles in attendance. Jane, as Thor's partner, had been invited. She wasn't sure of the occasion, but she remembered her excitement. When she got there, she received quite a fright as her brown eyes locked with the emerald green eyes of none other than Loki.

"W-Why is he here?" Jane panicked, gazing at him from across the room. Thor smiled wholeheartedly.

"Loki did not die, he only acted as he did in fear that he would be locked up upon his return. He fought honourably, his tricks saved all of us and you from the power of the Aether and Malekeith. Now that he has returned, a feast is being thrown in his honour, for without him, we would certainly be dead." Thor explained to her, squeezing her hand. "You needn't fear him."

Unconvinced of Loki's sudden honour and heroism, Jane still couldn't deny that his involvement was a huge part in saving everyone. Thinking back to her very first meeting with Loki, she remembered the rage and distrust she felt. In all honesty, she still felt some of it now. But if Thor had overlooked it, and all of Asgard had overlooked it, she felt that she had to try too.

A perfect, crescent grin appeared on Loki's snowy face as he began to approach the couple. His eyes were full of joy and comfort – a look she had never seen on the man. He held his hand out to Thor, who shook it wholeheartedly, before turning to Jane and kissing her hand. She gasped at the sudden, unexpected interaction while Thor gave a hearty laugh and Loki offered a light snicker.

"Don't tell me you still fear me, Miss Foster." Loki smirked.

"Not at all." Jane said, coming off as a lot ruder than she had hoped. Thor frowned at this.

"Jane, please-"Thor started, but Jane cut him off mid-sentence.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that." She said.

"Not at all?" Loki mimicked her, raising an eyebrow. Jane faked a laugh and averted the gazes of both men. After a few minutes of banter between the boys, Jane excused herself to greet the people she knew. She immediately found herself sitting by Volstagg, who was nice enough to her. After all the food and wine he'd given her, however, she needed to relieve herself.

By that point it had been a few hours into the feast, and Jane had left in search for a bathroom. Only a few metres away from the large and heavy doors of the dining hall she sighed, frustrated. She'd only been there for three days and that wasn't nearly enough time to learn the entire floor plan of the palace.

"If you wish to relieve yourself, you'd want to turn left, then right, and then climb the second set of stairs you reach." A smooth and silky, yet masculine voice told her. She froze. Loki. Refusing to turn around, she spoke.

"Thank you, Loki." She said and walked in the direction he'd told her to without looking back. She did as he had instructed. Left, then right… but there was no second set of stairs, only the first. Afraid to go back looking like an idiot, Jane turned the next corner she saw, and then the next, until she unintentionally found her way back to where she started and where Loki had remained.

"Somebody struggles with directions, I see." Loki chuckled, leaning against the cold wall. Jane kicked herself for making such a stupid mistake.

"There wasn't a second set of stairs, so somebody sucks at giving directions." She retorted, earning a louder chuckle from the man.

"You were supposed to keep walking. It's a long hallway, you must continue on until you find them." Loki rolled his eyes, though not rudely. He sprung up from his position and held out his arm to Jane. "If you'll allow me, you look like you're about to explode in a moment and I'm sure neither you, nor the servants would like that."

Jane rolled her eyes. "I know how to get there."

"Clearly that is a lie, and one even I couldn't get away with." Loki smirked. "All this has made me need to go also, so I'm heading that way regardless of how you feel about it."

Jane began growing frustrated with him, forgetting that he was supposed to be 'reformed'. "Well clearly you've never taken people's feelings into account, so why start now?"

His joking manner didn't falter as he chuckled. "Be that as it may, this is my home. I'd like to ask that you treat me kindly here."

"Your home? I thought Jotunheim was your home." Jane snapped. Loki's demeanour immediately shifted. His sweet and playful eyes turned salty and angry. His hands clenched into fists and he looked like he was about to say something before turning on his heels and storming off – only to bump into Volstagg who was carrying a huge keg of wine into the dining hall. The collision spilt wine all over Loki's body, the dark crimson of the wine staining his pale skin.

"Loki?" Volstagg's eyes widened. "I apologise! I did not see you. Are you alright?"

Loki relaxed his lips that were previously pressed into a thin line and sighed. "Yes, I'm alright. Please pardon me so that I may tidy myself up."

Volstagg nodded and hurried through the doors, likely fearful that Loki would have a change of heart. Jane, however, was dumbfounded and slightly guilty. Perhaps he had changed, the old Loki would've threatened him. Jane immediately regretted pushing his buttons earlier. Of course he'd snap if she said those things.

"L-Loki?" Jane called softly. "I'm sorry for what I said. If I hadn't, this wouldn't've happened."

Loki didn't face her. "It's quite alright. Though I ask you never say such things again."

"Of course." Jane blurted out.

"Very well." He muttered. "Now I really need to go to the bath chambers to clean up this mess. If you still need to go, which I'm sure you do, please accompany me."

Jane nodded and tried to keep pace with him, though his long strides proved it to be a difficult task. He was also right. If she hadn't given up so easily and kept walking for a few more minutes, she would've found the second staircase and reached the bathroom, or 'bath chambers' as Loki had called it.

Loki strode in while Jane paused in the doorway. Loki popped back out. "Are you not coming in?"

"It's unisex?" She asked.

"Everything is unisex here. It seems that unlike on Midgard, men and women have enough willpower to control themselves for a few short moments." He raised his eyebrows until Jane nodded and walked in before him. He followed behind. The 'bath chambers' were bigger than she would've thought. There was a gigantic mirror on the left wall, a few in-ground baths lined up with half-walls between them and a few separate rooms.

"You'll find what you're looking for in one of those," Loki pointed to the rooms. "I'll be out here cleaning up."

Jane nodded and hurried through one of the doors. She made her way to the hole in the ground and did her business, surprised that she'd gotten used to it so quickly and even more surprised that despite Asgard's 'superiority', they hadn't yet mastered the art of plumbing. She fixed herself up and left the room, making her way to the mirror where a few water buckets were filled up for her to wash her hands in.

"You've adjusted fairly quickly." Loki pointed out. She turned to her right and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Loki sat with his legs crossed next to the bath, his top garments floating in the water leaving him shirtless. She immediately averted her gaze, but not before blushing and noticing how defined his torso was despite how much smaller he looked next to Thor.

"Y-Yeah, um," She stammered, unsure of what to say as the image kept flashing through her brain. "I mean, it's not too hard to get used to. It was a bit shocking at first, but."

She kicked herself for stammering like that and giving away the fact that she was nervous, though the grin that caked Loki's face before that had told her that he already knew; and yet he still had the audacity to ask.

"Why are you blushing, Jane?" He asked innocently, though stressing her name. She jumped as this was the first time he had called her by her name and not 'Miss Foster'. Her cheeks only flushed hotter and grew redder, and there was nothing she could do about it but wonder why. Loki only chuckled sweetly and stood up, continuing. "Is it because I'm like this?"

She still refused to look, but she could hear his light footsteps hitting the floor and echoing through the room, getting closer and closer to her. "N-No, of course not. I was just surprised."

"Hm, that's all it was?" His voice was now laced with a teasing tone. "It's just that I'm sure I caught you staring a moment ago. Surely that can't've been my imagination. Jane?" There it was again, emphasis on her first name and nothing else. Once he finally reached her and she could no longer hear his steps, she tensed up. She gave a broken gasp as she felt his warm breath on her shoulders.

"I-It must've been." She somehow managed to choke out.

"In that case, surely I'm also imagining this entire interaction." He continued.

"Probably." Jane blurted out, gasping at her word choice. She wondered if that counted as encouragement.

"Well if that's true, then I could do anything I wanted and it wouldn't matter because it isn't real." He planted a gentle kiss on her right shoulder. "Fascinating, isn't it?" Jane went completely rigid. Thor would be furious, but at the same time she liked how it felt, just like, admittedly, she liked the way he kissed her hand when he greeted her earlier that evening. She pressed her lips together. Surely he was just teasing her, and teasing and tricking had always been in his nature.

"I take it that you remaining here means you aren't entirely uncomfortable with what I did. But you not reciprocating also hints that you need some further convincing." His voice was deeper and fuller now. He placed both hands on her waist from behind and slowly turned her to face him. She raised her gaze to meet his eyes and was surprised when she didn't see emerald green mixed with mischief, but something else she wasn't entirely familiar with, yet not completely unsure of. His gaze seemed oddly genuine, and even kind as it got closer and closer to her. One hand rested on her lower back while the other pressed against her upper back, slowly pushing her closer into his embrace. She buried her face into his chest and the hand that had pushed her closer to him was now gently stroking her head. Although she knew she should've been pushing him away and running back to Thor, she just didn't want to move. She felt so comfortable, yet so uncomfortable. She felt safe, yet as if she was in danger of not only the man before her, but herself.

Loki pulled back slightly and moved his hand from her head to her chin, tilting it up so that their gazes could meet once more. He licked his lips and brought his face closer to hers, the sides of their noses touching. With his lips only a few millimetres away from hers, he paused. Jane immediately found herself craving his kiss while losing her own set of morals in the process. She reached up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him to her. Their lips crashed together like breaking waves, falling back into each other again and again. Loki wrapped both of his hands around Jane's waist, while she, in turn, wrapped hers around his neck and making him unable to pull away – even if he had wanted to. The kiss grew more and more heated as they pressed their bodies closer together so that not even the air of Asgard could wedge between them. Jane let out a soft moan as Loki slowly let his tongue slither into her mouth. Their tongues quickly found the same pace and danced, and Jane quickly found herself wrapping her right leg around Loki's waist and feeling the beginning of an erection pressing into her lower parts. Loki's hands began to travel further down her back until they both froze at the sound of booming laughter echoing from down the corridor – Thor.

The two sprung apart, Loki rushing back to the bath and pretending to wash his shirts while Jane scurried back into one of the rooms to pretend she'd finished relieving herself when Thor came in. She damn near slammed the door behind her and immediately began smoothing out her dress, wiping any saliva off of her lips, fixing her hair, and trying to look as neat and presentable as she had when she first came in.

A group of footsteps grew louder and she heard the door of the bath chambers open.

"Loki!" Thor cried out. "There you are, brother! I was beginning to worry after you had been absent for so long!"

"Rest assured, brother, I'm alright." Loki answered. Jane pressed her ear to the door and kept listening, wondering who Thor had come with.

"I asked Volstagg where you might've been and he told me of the wine keg incident." Thor said, still as loud as usual.

"And for that, I apologise once more." Volstagg said genuinely. Jane frowned and wondered when a good time to come out would be. She didn't want them to think she was constipated or anything, but being too quick would also look suspicious; that, or perhaps she was just feeling too paranoid. Jane eventually decided that she'd listen for a while longer, feeling a sense of euphoria every time Loki spoke. It wasn't until Thor had finally asked where she was that Loki told him. Jane popped out of her hiding place immediately, only then realising that the timing was too convenient.

"There you are. Are you alright?" Thor asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Y-Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She stammered nervously while glancing at Loki, then deciding to glance at Volstagg too so it didn't look suspicious.

"Your cheeks are red." Thor pointed out, touching one of them gently with his hand. Jane flinched, and then bit her lip. "Are you certain?"

"Wine, brother." Loki offered an excuse. Thor looked to Volstagg.

"It is true that I fed her a fair bit this evening." Volstagg confessed. "She drank well though, especially for a mortal woman of her size."

"I'm glad that is all, then." Thor sighed in relief. "Why don't I escort you back to your room so you can get some rest?"

As much as she wanted to stay or at least return to the feast, declining his offer would surely make him question her. So she just nodded her head and followed him back outside, casting a final glance at Loki's smirking face.

A day had passed since then, and she hadn't seen Loki at all, mostly due to her avoiding him at all costs. She bit her lip until it bled, the metallic taste coating her tongue. She wanted to feel guilty. She did feel guilty, and yet she also wanted to do it again. Her heart ached when she thought of the betrayal, but it also raced because Loki had made it so. Jane placed a hand over her heart, a heart that no longer felt true. Ever since she was a child she had known that infidelity was wrong and frowned upon, but every now and then she wondered what would've happened if she and Loki hadn't been interrupted. While the guilt plagued her, the mere thought of doing it once more with Loki cured her even for just a few short moments.

Before this, when Thor kissed her she felt like she was flying, but now she just felt nothing; like she didn't deserve such loving kisses. "Maybe that's what it was." She muttered, still gazing at the stars. "Love. Innocent love." She'd be lying even more if she said that her relationship with Thor was anything more than innocent. They'd hug, kiss, and hold hands, but never anything hot and heavy, never anything remotely sexual. Jane supposed it all came down to the fact that Thor was the crown prince and had to 'court her properly' to avoid any sort of scandal. "Maybe that's why I didn't stop him…" Jane looked down at her hands resting on the balcony rail. "Maybe that's why I wanted it so much…"

Jane looked at the colourful nebulas one last time before sighing and going back inside, not sure if she would've preferred to find Thor or Loki waiting in bed for her. She climbed in, and as warm and comfortable as her covers made her, she couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried, just like the night before. So she was forced to lie there for hours, alone; a particular crescent smirk forcing its way into her mind and eventually, her dreams.

I know I have that huge list of upcoming stories, but this one is just begging to be told. I literally just wrote it and I'm dying to at least post something.

Apologies for the cover, it's only there until I find time to make a better one.

This will certainly be a full-length story. I'm guessing around 20-30 chapters by the looks of the ideas running through my head.

I don't have that many though, so please if you'd like to offer some, don't even hesitate!

- Danni xx