A/N: I got this idea watching Thor a while ago, and now, I'm finally writing it. Also, this is just the novelization of the movie, so I'm not exactly writing it, some of it is my own for this chapter, but not much. And this chapter focuses more on Jane, by I promise it will move onto my OC and Loki more in the next chapter.

I imagine Georgiana to look like Imogen Poots, but you can imagine anyone you want.

Word count: 4,541 words. (My fingers hurt.)

Enjoy! (Hopefully.)

The desert air was dry and still. In the small town of Puente Antiguo, New Mexico, the stores were closed for the night, and the houses were quiet. The local residents were tucked inside, eating dinner or watching television. Parked in the only street that led in and out of town was an old, beat-up Pinzgauer utility vehicle. A young woman sat in the driver's seat, staring out st the desert just beyond, while next to her, an older gentleman read through various papers on his lap.

The van started up and headed out of town into the dark desert. For a while, there was only the sound of the wind through the open windows and there occasional beep from the computers.

Finally, about twenty miles outside of town, the van can to a stop. They had arrived at their destination.

In the back of the Pinzgauer, Jane Foster sat in front of a row of computer monitors and a variety of other scientific equipment. Most everything in the Pinzgauer - including the utility vehicle itself - had seen better days. The monitors were held together by duct tape, and some of the equipment was generations behind the most recent models, though Jane did manage to sneak in some very high-tech machines. As an astrophysicist who studied the stars for signs of spatial anomalies, she didn't have a lot of people pounding down the door to give her funding for research or equipment.

But that would change soon enough. She was sure of it. Her work in New Mexico was getting her closer and closer to actual findings. And if tonight's readings were any indication, something big was about to happen. Something very big. Popping her head over the front seat, she looked at the young woman who was driving. Darcy Lewis had just joined the team as a college intern but so far, she seemed less interested in science than surfing the Internet. Her sister, Georgiana, (who was also there. Seated directly behind Darcy.) was much more like Jane, in that you would have to physically drag her away from her work, though she was a more of a historian.

And Jane admired her for that. But still, Darcy was a good driver.

"Thanks for the ride, Darcy." Jane said now.

Turning to the older gentleman, she smiled. "Hold on to your seat, Selvig."

Erik Selvig was a colleague and friend of Jane's father, and he knew that her potential was limitless. He just wished she had chosen a field of study that was more easily accepted by the rest if the scientific community. While he had always believed in her, he feared her ideas might be too far ahead of their time for the rest of the world. Selvig's thoughts were interrupted by the beeping from one kif Jane's computers.

The beeping increased, and Jane opened the large sunroof. Stepping on the bench built into the vehicle's side, she raised herself up and into the night. In her hand she held a magnetometer. With it, she could calibrate the position of the stars. A digital display read 00:00:19, and it was counting down.

"Here we go..." she said, excitement in her voice as she stared up at the night sky. Selvig joined her. "In three...two...one...now!"

Nothing happened.

"Wait for it," Jane said.

Still nothing.

Leaning out the front window, Darcy looked up at Jane. "Can I turn on the radio?" she asked. It was pretty boring out there in the dark.

Jane shot her a look. "No," she snapped. Georgiana looked up from her book and smiled when her sister slumped and pouted.

Frustrated, Jane sank back into the van. Selvig's expression was sympathetic. He knew how much this night had meant to Jane. He watched as she opened a notebook full of notes and calculations. She didn't go anywhere without that notebook. It held her life's work. Which, at the moment seemed useless. If she couldn't prove to Selvig - who believed in her - that she had actual data that added up to something, she would never be able to convince a stranger.

This was her last chance.

"The last seventeen occurrences have been predictable to the second, Erik!" she cried. She ran a hand through her light brown hair, her usually beautiful features marred by tension. "I just don't understand."

Turning back to her monitors, she began to rerun the calculations, looking for an error in her numbers, something, anything, to explain why nothing had happened. Focused on the screens, she didn't notice the odd glowingcloiuds that had formed in the sky. They came out of nowhere, their edges tinted in faint rainbow colors.

Darcy and Georgiana, however, did notice.

"Jane?" Darcy asked over her shoulder.

"What!?" Jane shouted back. Now was not the time to ask about music or if Darcy could do her nails or whatever it was that her assistant wanted.

But then Georgiana said, "I think you want to see this." Her tone was serious, so Jane lifted her head and looked through the window.

Her jaw dropped.

In front of her was something unlike anything she had ever seen before. It looked as if the constellations had been sucked down from the sky and gathered in a huge cloud.

The rainbow light had grown stronger, brightening the area of the desert above which the could hovered.

It looked like something Georgiana didn't want to go near.

It looks like a cloud of death. She thought.

Jane's next words filled Georgiana with dread.

"Drive!" she shouted to Darcy before turning around and grabbing a camera.

As the Pinzgauer raced through the night, Jane popped up out of the sunroof again and began filming. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what this could mean. Funding would be no problem once people got ahold of this footage. It was unbelievable. Then she frowned. Was it too unbelievable?

"You're seeing it too right?" She asked Selvig. Popping his head up through the roof, he nodded, and Jane relaxed. That was good news.

The winds grew stronger. At the center if the clouds, a dark mass began to swirl faster and faster, forming a tornado. The strange rainbow light grew even brighter.

"We've got to get closer!" Jane shouted to Darcy just as a huge bolt of lightning cut through the clouds and struck the ground. The Pinzgauer rocked on its wheels, and Darcy struggled to keep the vehicle level.

This woman is crazy! Georgiana thought as she bounced around.

"That's it!" Darcy cried. "I'm done! I'm not dying for six college credits!" Yanking the wheel with both hands, she tried to turn the van. But Jane wasn't about to let that happen. Jumping forward, she reached toward the wheel and tried to grab it. The two struggled for control while the wind outside whipped and howled. The van's headlights bounced over the desert, illuminating the form of a large man!

The man stumbled out of the storm, his clothes tattered and his eyes dazed. Looking up, Jane only had a moment to see confusion in his striking blue eyes. Jerkng the wheel, she tried to avoid him but-BAM! The van sideswiped the man, sending him flying.

The car came to a stop, and a shocked silence filled the space as Jane, Georgiana, Darcy, and Selvig stared at each other and then at the crumpled body of the man on the ground. Then, as if jolted by electricity, they all leaped out of the car, Jane in the lead. She raced over to the man's side and kneeled down, hoping and praying that she would find him breathing.

But she hadn't expected or hoped to find the handsomest man she had ever seen. His features looked as though they had been sculpted out of marble by a master, and his chest was wide and his shoulders chiseled. His long blond hair lay undisturbed despite the windy conditions, and Jane had the overwhelming urge to run her hands through it.

I hit a model, Jane thought as she stared at him. This is going to get me in so much trouble.

"Do me a favor," she said, "and don't be dead, okay?"

At the sound of her voice, the man groaned, and his eyelids fluttered. Then eyes of the deepest azure locked on Jane, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

Suddenly, a piece oif his skin started to glow from under his shirt on his collar bone. Intrigued, Jane looked and nearly fainted at what she saw.

There, in her own handwriting, was the words she just spoke to him.

This man, whoever he was, was her soulmate.

Shaking her head, Jane rocked back on her heels. She needed to get a grip. She was more levelheaded than this. Clearly, this evening's events had made her a bit more emotional than she usually was, and the stress of hitting this guy was making her feel sympathy for him, nothing more. She was a scientist. Not some foolish young girl falling head over heels in love with a stranger who she thought was her soulmate. Yes, she thought again, its just the night making me think foolish things.

Then, as if to prove her point, the storm clouds suddenly vanished and thew winds calmed. If she hadn't been right in the middle of it, Jane would never have known the might had turned so stormy. And why, she wondered, did it seem connected with this man lying in front of her?

Looking back down at him, she narrowed her gaze.

Where had he come from?

A few uneasy moments passed. Then the man lying on the ground in front of Jane sat up abruptly, startling her. Staggering to his feet, he gazed down at his clothes, then up at the sky, and then back at Jane, who still sat on the desert floor. Stumbling from the impact, the stranger looks at them with a mixture of disappointment and disgust.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked, realizing even as she spoke that it was a rather silt question since he was obviously fine, though a bit disoriented.

The blond man didn't answer. Instead, he continued to scan the ground. "Hammer," he finally said.

Jane didn't know what to say to that. She was about to respond when out of the corner off her eye, she saw odd markings etched in the sand near where the man had landed.

"Yeah, we can tell you're hammered." Jane heard Darcy say, but was too busy to pay her any mind. "That's pretty obvious."

"We've got to move fast, before anything changes," she said, her earlier excitement returning. Jane grabbed handfuls of soil samples, hoping to run a battery of tests on the earth when they got back to the lab. Then she realized it would be good to write everything down, so she reached for her notebook.

In fact, Jane was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Selvig and Darcy giving her odd looks. Georgiana didn't pay her any mind since she was doing the same thing, except she was standing a few feet away.

Finally, Selvig spoke.

"Jane," he said gently, "we need to get him to a hospital." He nodded in the direction of the large man who was wandering around the area, looking lost and sad despite his imposing size.

Jane shook her head and kneeled down to scoop up another soil sample. "Look at him," she said absently, "he's fine."

"FATHER! HEIMDALL!" The man screamed raising his hands to the sky. "Open the bridge!"

So maybe he wasn't completely fine. But Jane wasn't about to waste time talkoijg s mental case to the hospital when there was so much to go over here.

"You, Georgiana, and Darcy take him to the hospital," she said. "I'll stay here."

"Excuse me?" Georgiana said, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm staying here too." A

As she spoke, the man approached Darcy.

"You!" He Sadie, his voice booming in the quiet desert. "What world is this? Alfheim? Nornheim?"

"Uh...New Mexico," Darcy said, raising an eyebrow. What was this guy on? He may have been the hottest thing she'd ever seen, but he was seriously loopy.

Suddenly, he whirled, his expression furious. Darcy took an involuntary step back and reached into her pocket for the taser she always carries with her. Holding it up in front of her, she tried to keep her finger from shaking.

By now, Georgiana had put her notebook away and got her pepper spray out.

No one messes with a Lewis and gets away with it.

"You dare threaten Thor with such puny we-"

Thor, as he called himself, didn't get to finish. Georgiana sprayed her pepper spray, Darcy fired and he fell to the ground, convulsing with the electrical jolts from the taser. A moment later, he was unconscious.

Erik looked at them in shock.

"What?" Said Darcy. "He was freaking us out!"

Looking at the mam on the ground and then at Darcy and Georgiana, Jane sighed. It seemed she would be going to the hospital after all.

Puente Antiguo was not a busy town, even in the middle of the day. But in the dead of night, it was practically a ghost town. The county hospital was no different. A few townies roamed the emergency room, having been dropped off after spending a bit too much time at the local tavern. The skeleton crew of nurses and doctors barely gave them any notice. Apparently, this happened almost every night.

What did not happen every night was having a man like Thor brought into the place. With considerable effort, Jane, Selvig, Georgiana, and Darcy managed to get him from the van onto the gurney. Leaving the others to keep an eye on him, Jamne made her way to the admitting area. A young nurse sat behind the desk, filing her nails. Jane cleared her throat.

Looking up, the nurse smiled. Then, in a manner that could only be described as painstaking, she began the process of admitting Thor.

"Name?" She asked, her fingers poised over the keyboard.

"He said it was Thor," Jane answered.

The nurse typed out each letter with one finger. T-H-O-R. "And your relationship to him?"

"I've never met him before," Jane said.

"Until she hit him with the car," Darcy added helpfully. Georgiana rolled her eyes.

Jane shot her a look. "Grazed him, actually. And she tasered him and she pepper sprayed him," she quickly added, trying to make the tasering and pepper spraying sound worse that hitting him with her car.

"Yes we did." Darcy said proudly.

"I'm going to need a name and contact number," the nurse said, either too tired or not bright enough to care that Jane had just admitted to hitting a man with a car. As Jane spelled out her name, the nurse once again slowly typed each letter. Click-click-click. Georgiana felt her shoulders tensing and she was about to scream when Selvig walked lover and handed his card to the nurse.

"You can reach us there," he said simply. Then turning, he walked out of the emergency room, Jane, Darcy, and Georgiana following.

They had done what they could for "Thor." There was nothing left to do. It was now in the hands of the hospital.

Then why, Jane thought as they walked away, Do I feel like I shouldn't leave him?

Because he's your soulmate. A voice in the back of her head whispered.

Signing, she shrugged off the thought. She had tons of data to go through and soil samples to test. She had her hands full enough without the addition of a strange, abeit handsome, mam that she thought was her soulmate. It was time to go back to her office and get to work.

When Jane had arrived in Piente Antiguo, there had been little in the way of free office space for rent. So she had settled on what there had been - an abandoned car dealership that had been empty for years. The old sign that read SMITH MOTORS still rose from the roof, a reminder of better days when the town had been more prosperous. Early the next morning, Jane sat hunched over a workstation. The sun rose over the distant mountains through the large windows behind her, making them gleam and sparkle. Jane didn't notice. She was busy soldering a piece of equipment while a printer churned out images she had taken of the previous night's storm. Selvig walked into the lab holding two cups of coffee. He placed one in front of Jane and then took a sip from his.

"We might want to preform a spectral analysis," he suggested softly.

Jane looked up, surprised. "We?" she repeated. She wanted to squeal with excitement but kept her composure.

"These anomalies might signify something bigger," she said, indicating an image on the monitor. It showed the giant cloud they had seen the night before. AS the image shifted, the cloud disappeared, and a blisterlike object appeared in its place. It bulged outward like a balloon, and it appeared to be covered in stars. Jane waited for Selvig to absorb what he was seeing and then she spoke again. "I think the lensing around the edges is characteristic of an Einstein-Rosen Bridge."

Darcy, who had been doodling in her notebook while she waited for each of the pictures to print, looked up, confused.

"A wormhole." Georgiana, who had been listening to Jane and Erik's coversation, explained in layman's terms. Jane nodded in agreement. What she didn't say was that it appeared the wormhole, if it was one, had opened into a place unknown to any scientist or astrophysicist. The constellation of stars they saw was brand new.

A moment later, Darcy's voice broke into Jane's thoughts. "Hey, check it out," she said.

Jane turned, about to chastise Darcy for interrupting her, but the words died on her lips. Georgiana was holding up a picture of the funnel cloud of stars. And there, in the middle of it, as if being shot down from the heavens like a bolt of lightning, was the unmistakable image of a man. Thor.

All four were silent as they tried to process what this meant.

"I think I left something at the hospital," Jane finally said.

Racing toward the door, she hoped that Thor would still be there.

Yet when they arrived, Room 102 was empty. The bed was overturned, and the IV stand lay on the ground. Clearly, Thor had decided to check himself out. Sighing, Jane went back to the parking lot.

"So, now what?" Darcy said when she saw that Jane was alone.

"We find him," Jane answered. "Our data won't tell us what it was like inside the event. He can."

This Thor person, whoever he was, was the most important piece of information Jane had. There was no way she was just going to let him disappear. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly handsome, had made her heart race wildly, and might, possibly be her soulmate. No, it had nothing to do with that. It was all about the science.

Getting in the driver's seat, she put the car in reverse, stepped on the gas, and - WHAM! She hit something - again. With a groan, she looked in the rearview mirror. She had hit Thor - again! Dressed in the hospital scrubs, he lay on the ground in a position eerily similar to the one from the night before.

Leaping out of the car, she raced around to the back and kneeled down. "I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I swear I"m not doing this on purpose."

Thor didn't say anything for a moment. He simply gazed up at the sun, which was now high in the sky, its rays warming the pavement. "Blue sky, one sun," he said softly. Then he groaned. "Oh, no. This is Earth isn't it?"

Jane froze. Those were her words. Her soulmate words. Written in a neat print in a shiny red on her right hip.

No matter how much she tried to deny it before, this man is her soulmate.

Back at her trailer behind the lab, Jane rummaged through her drawers, hoping to find something that might come close to fitting Thor.

Her soulmate. That was a weird thought.

She grabbed an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt and brought them into the lab and handed them to Thor. Nodding over her shoulder , she told him her could change in the back. Then went to join Georgiana and Darcy.

A moment later he walked back into the main part of the lab bare-chested and holding the shirt in one hand. Jane's mouth went dry.

"You know, for a crazy homeless guy, he's pretty cut," Darcy observed, glancing between Thor and Jane in amusement.

"I know right?" Georgiana agreed. She and Darcy had only worked for Jane for a little while, but she had never seen her boss act like this. It made her seem less like a super-scientist and more like a human being.

Walking over, Thor held up the shirt. A sticker on the front of it was peeling off. It read: "Hello, my name is Dr. Donald Blake."

Jane blushed and quickly ripped the sticker off. "My ex," she explained. "They're the only clothes I had that'll fit you."

Thor took the shirt back and put it on over his head. When he was fully dressed, he began to walk around the lab, glancing at the various schematics and drawings that covered the drawing boards and walls. He stopped in front of the collection of pictures from the storm Georgiana had posted.

"What were you doing in that?" Jane asked, walking over and pointing to the picture in the center. Thor's outline could clearly be seen floating in the middle of the cloud.

Thor looked closer and then shrugged. "What does anyone do in the Bifrost?" he said dismissively."

Bifrost? Jane wrote the word in her notebook. Why did that sound familiar? And wjhy did Thor act as if this was nothing special? Who was he? She felt a tug in her gut, as if she already knew the answer. But she shrugged it off. She probably just needed some sleep.

Thor, on the other hand, needed food. "This mortal form has grown weak," he said.

Clearly, Jane wasn't going to get any answers right away. It would be best to give Thor what he wanted and then start again. "I can help with that," she said. Turning Selvig, Georgiana, and Darcy she added, "Let's go to Isabella's."

A short while later, the five sat in a booth at the only diner in town. Thor hadn't been kidding. He really was hungry. There was enough food on the table in front of him to feed all of them. There was a platter of steak and eggs, a tall stack of pancakes, and a dozen biscuits covered in gravy. Thor scooped up a mouthful of eggs and drowned it with a large swig of coffee. "This drink," he said. "I like it." Then he threw the mug down to the floor, shattering it and causing the other patrons to jump in their seats. "Another!"

Jane looked over at the diner's owner and smiuled apologetically. "Sorry, Izzy," she said. Then turning back to her soulmate, she hissed, "What was that?"

"It was delicious," Thor said. "I want another."

He sounded like a petulant little boy. "Then you should just say so," Georgiana instructed, embarrassed and a little amused by his behavior.

"I just did," Thor replied, looking confused.

"I meant just ask for it," she said.

As Thor took another bite of his pancakes, two of the local residents entered the diner and took a seat at the counter. Georgiana had seen them around. Jake and Pete. They were known in Puente Anitguo for spending a bit too much time in the bar. However, at the moment they looks sober. Smiling at Isabella, they ordered cups of coffee.

"You missed all the excitement out at the crater," Jake said loud enough for Georgiana and Jane to hear.

Pete nodded excitedly. "They're saying some kind of satellite crashed."

At the mention of "satellite," Selvig perked up. "What did Loki like?" He asked, getting up and walking over.

"Don't know nothing about the satellite," Jake answered, "but it was heavy! Nobody could lift it."

At that, Thor leaped to his feet rattling the dishes and causing Jane to almost choke on her coffee. His eyes were wild as he rushed over and put his face right in Jake's. "Where?" He demanded.

Jake gulped visibly and tried to back away from the strange man in front of him. "Uh-uh-about fifty miles west of here," he said, his voice shaking.

Turning, Thor walked out of the restaurant.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked, rushing after him with Darcy, Georgiana, and Erik in tow. This guy was acting stranger and stranger. But she couldn't risk letting him leave again. He was her soulmate and he still hadn't helped her.

"To get what belongs to me," Thor said. Then he stopped, as though it had just occurred to him that he had no idea where he was going. He looked at Jane. "If you take me there now, I'll tell you everything you wish to know."

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Everything?"

"All the answers you seek will be yours - once I reclaim Mjolnir."

"Mew-Mew?" Darcy said. "What's a Mew-Mew?"

Mjolnir? Jane repeated silently. What was Mjolnir and why did it sound like something Selvig would mutter when he was angry?

As if he could read her mind, Selvig pulled Jane aside. "Listen to what he's saying," Selvig insisted. "'Thor.' 'Bifrost.' 'Mjolnir.' These are stories I grew up with as a child...in Scandinavia!"

Jane looked back and forth between the two men. True, Thor could maybe answer he questions and he was her soulmate, but Selvig had never let her down, and she jhad only just met Thor. Maybe Erik was right, maybe this was a fool's errand.

"I'm sorry," she finally said. "I can't take you."

"I understand," Thor said. "Then this is where we say good-bye until I come back for you my soulmate. Which I am not sure how long that will be." Taking her hand, he raised it gently to his lips and after bowing to the others, walked off.

Jane watched him go, and for the first time in a long time, she wondered if her head was not as smart as her heart.