He hungrily captures her lips. And she pants her mouth, allowing his tongue to tangle with hers.
An unexpected turn of events...but not unpleasant.
So unlike Thor ... but who cares after all ?
She wraps her legs around his hips and in his eyes, she catches a glint of ...what ? Triumph ?
Stop analyzing , Jane ! Just give in to ...sensations.

Suddenly he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls it roughly. It catches her off guard and she can't help making a noise of protestation.
His smile's feral.
"I'm in command. Shut up !"
Shut up ? Obey and open your legs for your master ?
Is he serious ?

She stares into his gaze, trying to read in his eyes.
His eyes...almost green under the light.
Green ?
Oh my God !

All her desire's gone now.
She tries to push him away.
Useless. He's too strong.
He chuckles and pulls her closer.

Ok then. You want to play ? I can play this game too.
She runs her hands through his hair, whispering.
"Yeees...Thor. I love it when you're brutal."
He moans.
All of a sudden she sinks her nails in his head.
He startles a bit.
Oops. Did I hurt you, dearest ?

Then she caresses his cheek gently.
"I'd be Beauty", she cooes, "and you'd be The Beast."
He blinks and she hides an ironic smile.
The comparison doesn't please you, honey ? Too bad, I've something worse for you !

She nibbles on his ear and then...bites it.
Hard.
This time, he tenses.

Be ready for the kill, sweetie.
"You'd be Odin", she purrs, "and ..."
Final blow !
"...I'd be Frigga !"

The God jumps back violently and she nearly falls.
Better than she'd never thought !
"Oh sorry lov', did I ruin the mood ?", she asks innocently, glancing at his disgusted face.

"I...I must go", he mumbles," I have ...to see if nothing's wrong outside..."
He runs out of the room, jostling Darcy who's just come in.

"Hey ! What happened to him ?", Darcy asks, perplexed.
Jane looks at her friend straight in the eye.
"In a word: this is NOT Thor."

"Impossible !", Darcy protests vehemently. "Loki is Laureen, remember ? Do you forget the locket we found ?
"Not convincing enough", Jane shakes her head firmly. "We saw Thor bent over Laureen. He could have put the locket around her neck."
"Not fair !", Darcy pouts. "You're simply jealous that I was more perceptive than you."

Jane rolls her eyes.
"Darc', don't be childish !"
She explains with embarrassment.
"Thor wanted to...well, you know...", she blushes furiously, "...share an intimate moment..."
Darcy lifts an eyebrow.
"...and he didn't behave... the way he used to do when we were together."

"Oh oh", Darcy asks eagerly, "details please ! "
Jane, still crimson, evades her friend's curiosity.
"Did you notice something on the video ?"
Darcy shrugs.
"Unfortunately not. Nothing was recorded."

Darcy tilts her head thoughtfully.
"Strange indeed, because I adjusted the camera myself."
Jane frowns.
"And did you install it yourself?"
"Thor did. Whereas I was on watch in the corridor", Darcy admits reluctantly.

Jane snorts and Darcy sighs heavily.
"Ok, let's have a last test, since you're a doubting Thomas. Thor put his hammer on Loki...", she glances at Jane, "or on Laureen's torso. I'm going to try to lift it. It will be a conclusive evidence, don't you think ?"
Jane nods and Darcy walks away quickly.

A few minutes later, Darcy comes back.
Jane looks at her expectantly.

Darcy clears her throat.
"Well...either I'm worthy enough to wield Mjölnir...or we have a problem.
A serious one."