Ok, so sorry for the confusion with the paragraphs and stuff, for some reason its not really working properly and won't let me edit it into smaller paragraphs... thank you so much for all the reviews, they're all so helpful! Anyway, I hope you are enjoying it, and here is my new chapter ;)
Jane squeezed her eyes closed, attempting to clear her muddied thoughts. She opened them again without success. Something was not right in her mind. Some strange feeling nagged at her and she couldn't quite place what it was. It was like a mosquito that buzzed around her but did not bite, instead biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment.
Jane started to wonder (not for the first time) what had happened between Loki and Thor to make Loki so bitter. His words still stung at her in the back of her head. "Fun is seeing your dearest Thor and his father dead at my feet while I reside over the Realm Eternal on the throne." She couldn't fathom why someone would want to kill their own family.
She knew logically that she should be afraid of Loki, but there was something else she felt instead, something she couldn't figure out. She felt sorry for him, but of course she could never vocalise that. She had a feeling that Loki wasn't one to take well to pity.
God, he infuriated her, with that knowing smirk he always wore, and the amused green sparkle his eyes bore, but she could not hate him.
Jane looked out the window and realised it was dark – and most definitely late. She realised she must have been pondering this for maybe hours after she left Loki. She glanced at the antique clock on the wall. It read 12:22AM. Jane lay down on the bed, which was as soft as velvet, and three times as thick, and closed her weary eyes.
However comfortable and tired she was, though, she could not fall into the merciful grasp of sleep. She still had that thought nagging at her, but she couldn't grasp what it was. Shee moaned in frustration. It was something to do with Loki… That was about all she could figure out.
Jane sighed and stood up again. She paced around the room until her feet ached with exhaustion and even then she could not force her overly-tired body to sleep.
In her frustration, she decided to go for a walk outside the silent walls of the palace. As she wandered through the dimly lit Asgardian streets, absorbing all the sounds that came from night's darkness, she stopped and closed her eyes, taking in all that surrounded her.
She only re-opened her eyes when she felt someone's presence behind her. She whirled around and gasped with a mix of surprise and fear. "Loki?" she exclaimed, frowning at the green and gold clad man in front of her. He smirked and flickered slightly. That's when she understood. It had to be magic. But there was one thing in the situation that bothered her.
"How can you use magic this far from the palace?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Loki strode leisurely towards her, speaking as he walked. "While it may be true that the cell weakens my power, it is easy enough for me to perform a simple illusory spell." He stopped walking about a half a metre away from her.
His form flickered again. "How did you know where I am?" she asked, her strong voice quivering slightly. She couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact that she was in a dark alleyway with perhaps the most dangerous man in the universe, and though he was just an illusion, she knew he was still solid enough to hurt her.
"I simply traced you through your mind," he answered smugly. Jane was shocked. "You were in my MIND?" She cried. Loki took another step towards her. They were now dangerously close. "I can't help but notice that you think about me a lot," he smirked, and even if Jane couldn't see it, she could hear it in his voice.
"Th-that's only because you really irritate me," Jane said defensively as she took a step back and folded her arms in front of her chest self-consciously. Her defiance only seemed to amuse Loki even more. He chuckled softly.
"Cute how you think you can lie to ME, the god of lies," he commented nonchalantly.
"Oh, so now you know everything?" Jane shot back with venom.
Loki's smile widened even more. "About you, yes." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jane's ear. Jane hadn't even realised that he'd taken another step. That's when Jane realised what was going through his mind at that moment.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not interested," she said flatly, before he got the wrong idea.
"Oh, because you're desperately in love with Thor, the Golden Prince," Loki said, his voice heavily layered with sarcasm and amusement.
"Yes," Jane replied, "I love Thor. We're happy together." But Jane could hear a note of uncertainty in her own voice, something false. Loki didn't miss that. Not a chance.
"Oh really? Are you certain?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes. I love Thor and I always will."
Loki's image flickered as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jane's. Before she could stop herself, she found herself kissing him back, with more passion than she'd ever kissed anyone, even Thor.
She could taste Loki's smirk, sweet on her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him even deeper, smiling against his lips. When she opened her eyes, and saw who she was kissing, she immediately pulled away.
"No. No," she murmured, "No, this is wrong. Thor… he would…" She wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. What would Thor do if he found out? Loki was satisfied, and quite amused at her conflicting heart.
"Could it be you do not feel the same anymore?" Loki mused. Jane denied it.
"No. I love Thor. He is good to me. We are happy together." She said, but her voice was flat. She kept repeating those words over and over in her head, but she found herself not quite believing it.
Sure things were kind of different between her and Thor, but nothing too serious, right? They were just more distant now.
Then she decided on one specific word she associated with Loki – magic. "Is this some sort of spell?" she asked out of curiosity. The question seemed to amuse him. But then again, almost everything did.
"A spell powerful enough to affect one's emotions is currently beyond me, due to my, um, situation." Loki replied matter-of-factly.
"How do I know you aren't lying?" Jane demanded.
"You don't. You'll just have to trust me." Loki's grin grew devilish. He leaned forward to kiss her again, and this time, Jane did not pull away.
