A/N: This was originally written for Tom Hiddleston's birthday, which also happens to be Crispin Freeman's birthday. Crispin Freeman is Alucard's English VA for those who don't know.
I felt it was only right for Loki and Alucard to therefore also celebrate their birthdays on the same day.
Hope you enjoy!
Loki entered the living room at the precise time Jane requested in her note to him. He'd found it taped to the bedroom door after a very rare instance of oversleeping and missing the early rise of the sun. Her handwriting was especially large today, and a great deal more legible. He could typically read her chicken scratch fine, but it looked like today she'd put in extra effort to make sure he understood just want she wanted him to do.
'Now what do you have planned today, my Jane?' he wondered as he followed her instructions.
In the living room, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. The place was modestly decorated with Midgardian furnishings. There were a few magazines and a coaster left on the coffee table from last night, and the window was open to let in the breeze. On the side table next to the couch was an envelope bearing his name. Loki picked it up, checking the back to see that it had not been sealed. Inside were three slips of paper. Two were identical to each other, and rectangular shaped. The third was folded notebook paper. Loki opened it up to reveal two words in black marker.
'Turn around.'
He wouldn't done it anyway. Jane was a brilliant and fascinating woman, but she was not a master in the art of stealth and she never would be.
He was ready to accept her kiss long before she jumped into his arms and pressed her lips to his. He adjusted his grip, taking her up bridal style to better reach her. His tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned in ecstasy. Taking her to the couch, their passionate embrace only came to an end when Jane began to paw at his shirt. Much as he would have loved to indulge her, now was not the time.
"Happy Birthday, Loki," she said in a breathy voice, followed by one more lingering kiss.
Loki hummed. "You weren't nearly this celebratory on my last birthday."
"That's because you didn't tell me when it was last year."
She got up off of him, and Loki clicked his tongue in disappointment. She grabbed the envelope he'd abandoned from off the floor.
"I've got full passes to the science convention in Boston. It runs from today til Friday. We'll be able to see everything."
"Have you not already been to these conventions as an honored guest?"
"Yeah, but that's no fun. It's all scheduled where you have to be and when. No time to stop and look around at the exhibits. I very much prefer being just a regular patron."
Loki smiled. "Well, I see you've planned this all out very well… unfortunately, I have already made plans for today."
Jane, in the middle of grabbing something from the fridge, stopped short.
"You what?" She looked at him, perplexed. "You didn't tell me that."
"I planned to yesterday." His smile became a grin. "You, however, proved far too great a distraction."
Jane's cheeks turned bright red. Last night had been a wonderful night for both of them, but it hadn't left room for much conversation beyond, 'Right there. Faster. Harder.'
"I guess if you have other plans, we could just go in the next few days," Jane said. "They are good for the whole convention."
"That sounds excellent," Loki said, leaning back into the cushions. He could feel the air begin to change. It was becoming colder.
Ah. He was early.
"You are of course free to spend the day with me and my dear friend. I'm sure he's eager to see you again."
Jane, who had re-entered the living room and sat down in his lap with a fruity drink in hand, froze. She lifted her head, eyes so wide they would fall right out of her head.
Because of course, Jane would know right away who he was talking about. She had only met one of his friends after all.
"Loki," she said slowly. "You don't mean to tell me that you made plans with-"
A dark black shadow appeared on the wall. Darker than any shadow had a right to be. It spread outwards until it covered the whole wall. Then a horrifyingly grinning face appeared, red eyes gleaming as if they burned with the very fires of Hell. The face became a head, followed by a full body. He wore a long red coat today with a wide brimmed red hat. There was a gun on his belt that was longer than Jane's arm, but at least there were no hellhounds this time.
"Hello, Jane Foster," he said in his oh so deep and deceptively sexy voice. "We meet again."
Ten minutes later, they all sat around Jane's kitchen table. Alucard enjoyed a fresh glass of blood that Jane was afraid to ask Loki where he'd obtained it from. They laughed at jokes she couldn't understand and spoke of incidents from hundreds of years ago, mostly things Jane really hoped they were kidding about.
"I remember how angry that foolish king was," Loki said, with a dark chuckle. "Seeing his precious grounds flooded to the knees, trying desperately to remove the water, only to have it return in greater volume"
"I still wonder how you accomplished that, my friend," said Alucard before taking a sip of his blood. "Truly, your magic is without equal."
"Ah, well, I learned from the very best," Loki said fondly. "But my friend, don't be so modest. You have fought more battles and left behind more dead in your wake than even the most seasoned Asgardian soldier could boast."
"If I might be so bold, that is because they are far too satisfied with just a simple kill," said Alucard. "They have no care for the hunt."
"So uh…" Jane bit her lip. She really hadn't wanted to contribute, but they needed to get off this subject before she lost her breakfast. "It… sure is great that you guys make time to hang out together. I know you both must be very busy."
"Indeed," said Alucard, and since it was him answering her, that unfortunately meant that he was now looking at her with this eyes… "my master was only willing to give me this day to myself because it is the day of my birth. I had to swear to her that I would not even consider approaching any citizens."
"I assume she worries of international incidents should someone die at your hand on American soil."
"That would be one of her concerns, yes. And Jane Foster, you must remind me to introduce you to Sir Integra someday. I'm sure the two of you would get along quite well."
"Yeah, I bet," Jane muttered, though honestly, she didn't look forward to it. Alucard was scary enough on his own, so what kind of person actually had the power to control him?
"Well, while I've enjoyed this light breakfast of ours, I believe we must get going if we are to make the most of our time together."
"I agree," said Alucard. "Do you have any ideas, my friend?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," said Loki, and from the look on his face, his idea was not a good one. "Do you happen to recall the story you told me of the two American soldiers you happened upon during the war?"
Alucard thought for a moment, and then his grin somehow became wider (as Jane had quickly learned, it couldalways get wider).
"Why yes, I do. A captain and a sergeant if I remember correctly. They were quite amusing. I wonder what became of them."
"Then I have some excellent news for you, my friend."
Back in the recovering city of Manhattan, Bucky Barnes had just woken up from a fitful sleep. His bones still ached from their last battle against the remains of HYDRA's forces, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to grab some milk, chug it all down, then go and try to sleep for another hour or ten.
Opening the fridge, he found the milk right away, new and unopened. He emptied the entire thing down his throat and threw it with perfect accuracy into the garbage can. He shut the door again-
and came face to face with a demonically smiling young woman in a pillbox hat.
He stared at her.
She stared back.
She spoke:
"Hello Sergeant Barnes, it's wonderful to see you again."
Bucky blinked. His face turned white. He dropped the napkin he'd been using to wipe off his face, then ran to the living room.
"Steve? STEVE! THAT GIRL WITH THE RED EYES IS BACK! STEEEEEEEVE!"