Loki's POV
She'd managed to talk him into sleeping beside her again, and he did so almost hesitantly. It wasn't because he didn't want to; it was because he was wondering if there was some devious little plan she had in mind. Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, a small smile forming on his mouth as she declared his move 'cheating'. Opting not to answer, he looked at her curiously as she brushed her fingers on his cheek, and then smiled again when she kissed him.
He shook his head at her question, though his eyes glittered with the familiar mischievousness that usually lingered there before his fall off the Bifrost. Several close acquaintances – the thunderer included – had grudgingly observed that the mischievous aspect of the trickster had returned, and they knew who was behind it.
Still looking at her, he closed his eyes once more, though his arms still held her close to him, tightening every time she tried pulling away from him. Once or twice he let out a soft "No," making him sound like a little boy who refused to let go of his precious bauble. It was only when he felt the heat of the sun hit his face did he arise from the depths of the dreamworld and back to reality.
Puente Antiguo wasn't like the large cities he'd been to; even though the sun was shining, the only noises came from the deep rumble of the trucks that drove by the dome-like structure that he now called home. Jane was sleeping beside him, and he resisted the urge to tuck a stray strand of hair away from her face, lest she wake from her deep slumber. Such a state was broken when the door opened, revealing the astrophysicist's associates: the intern and the scientist.
The latter frowned upon seeing Loki – the man hadn't fully forgiven the God of Mischief for using him as a pawn, but he knew that would come, in time. Honestly, he wasn't concerned with Erik Selvig's forgiveness just yet; notions of forgiveness and betrayal were blurred in his mind.
"The chocolate guy wants you, goat," Darcy said grumpily, jerking her thumb behind her. Loki regarded her for a moment, finally slipping his arms from around Jane and teleporting out of bed so he wouldn't wake her. Nick Fury hardly left his base unless it was important, and Loki was quick to pick up on the tension emanating from the man. Jerking his head to the side, the God of Mischief stared at the mortal whom he had threatened the first time he entered Midgard.
"Nick Fury. Such an honor. What brings you to our humble abode at this hour?"
Jane's POV
The God of Mischief shook his head in response, the familiar hint of mischief and chaos glinting in those viridian orbs of his, causing the astrophysicist to snort, whilst attempting to wriggle away from his firm hold. She tried pushing on his chest with the littlest strength her 'mortal' body could manage, but every single time Jane did, his grasp became even tighter, hauling her small frame against his body and enclosing the one- inch space between them both.
"Cheater," she whispered against his shirt, albeit how she nuzzled closer towards the crook of his neck — the gesture finally signaling the astrophysicist's surrender. Well, at least for the rest of the night. She tried some experimental tugs on her 'bonds', nevertheless, with the God of Mischief abruptly admonishing her with his own series of "no's". Minutes of silence had passed afterwards, and gratefully, sleep took either of them swiftly in its abode.
She woke up with a slight jolt a couple of hours later then (which had seemed only like a few milliseconds for the astrophysicist), a thin sheen of sweat daubed on her forehead as she levered herself from her bed. Two set of eyes focused upon her thereafter, and she had to stifle as gasp when the two figures loomed on top of her. "Jesus Christ. Erik, Darcy! What the heck's going on? Why are you in my room?" she blurted out rather frantically.
"Morning, your Highness," the intern countered, her tone laced with sarcasm and mockery as she flipped the blinds open, allowing the stream of sunlight to cascade over her room. The sun had momentarily burned her eyes, making the astrophysicist flinch a little at the sheer sight of it while her mentor purposively "tsk'd" in the background. "You haven't been sleeping lately, haven't you?" Erik asked, with her eyes opening just in tune when the old man had crossed his arms atop his chest.
"And.. Well the chocolate guy's outside talking to Mr. Grumpy- Guy," her supposed- to- be answer had been deterred by the intern's interjection, and it took Jane several beats to deduce what her assistant had meant. She was onto her feet no more than a second later, dodging Erik's restraining hand (likewise ignoring his protests) and quickly slipping out of her bedroom in a flash. "Loki?" the astrophysicist called.