"A couple inches off the hem, then." The seamstress took a few pins from her mouth, securing them into Jane's dress.

Jane stared at herself in the mirror. She certainly looked beautiful, but she didn't look happy. The fitting material of the lace mermaid dress now felt suffocating. She tucked her hair behind her ears, turning to Darcy who was sitting in a wooden chair behind her.

"What do you think?" She asked, desperate to know if someone else thought this was completely wrong.

"I think you're really out of it, man." Darcy frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just…" She ran her hands over the lace. "Do you think I jumped into this too soon?"

"You're having doubts?!" Darcy leaned toward her, her hands smacking her lap. "You're having doubts at your dress fitting?! Are you serious?"

Jane bit her lip. She noticed the seamstress making judgemental expressions beneath her. "I mean, this is marriage. I'll be with Thor forever now." A fragment of a memory flashed through her mind. "I'll never be with anyone else."

"Well," Darcy darted her eyes to the side. "That's kind of what marriage is...hate to break it to you."

Jane shook her head. She couldn't believe it. Just a month ago, she'd get a rush of excitement just thinking about the wedding. But, everything changed when she had asked Thor about his family. He had told her the only immediate family he had was his brother, but they were no longer on good terms. She persisted on him inviting him, making him his best man, in order to amend what had happened between them. Then she had met Thor's dark negative. The skinny, black-haired, pale, beautiful man she'd soon call her brother-in-law. And he had been wronged by the man she thought was perfect. The valiant Thor with all his success and his string of friends. He had abandoned his brother in poverty and left him there to fend for himself.

"You alright?" Darcy interrupted Jane's thoughts. "You seem so upset. Will you be able to go to the wedding rehearsal tonight?"

Jane blinked and shook her head, getting out of her trance. "Y-yeah, I'll be fine."

The rehearsal. Loki would be there.

"If you need anything- anything - I'm here for you, okay, kid? You didn't pick me as your maid of honor for nothing."

"Thanks." Jane forced a smile.

/

Loki fumbled for the key to his classroom, balancing his books and bags. He triumphantly found the right key, turning it in the door. To his surprise, the door was already unlocked. Tentatively, he pushed it open.

He took a step back with a jolt. Sigyn lay on his desk, her blonde hair cascading off the back. Her knees bent off the other side, her feet dangling limply. Her eyes were closed peacefully. Loki nearly screamed.

He ran to her frantically, dropping all his bags. "Sigyn!" He shook her by the arms. "Sigyn!"

To his relief, she stirred, blinking her eyes open. "Wha- oh, Loki." A corner of her mouth turned up. "Sorry, I broke into your classroom to take a nap."

"You-" He panted. "You what?!"

"This new medication my dad put me on is making me really sleepy." She stretched her arms out. "So I thought you wouldn't mind if I came in here."

"Sigyn, I thought you were…" He ran a hand through his hair. "Nevermind."

A light knock reverberated through the wooden door. A small girl stood there with two other friends, their hands folded shyly in front of them.

"You saw the post, didn't you?" Sigyn guessed.

"The post?" Loki asked. "What post?"

"You're internet famous!" The girl at the door squealed.

"I'm-what?"

Sigyn slipped her phone out of her skirt pocket, tapping on the screen intently. "Remember that picture I took of us with my painting?" Loki nodded. "I posted it on tumblr and it has 50,000 notes already."

"That's impossible."

She shoved the screen at him, pointing to the picture, which underneath now read "60,000 notes".

"60,000 now actually." She shrugged. "My followers are asking if you have a website. They want to buy your work."

My goal. He had completely forgotten what he had originally set out to do when he came to Jotunheim. But now, here it was staring him in the face, and all he had to do was go with it and he'd have his business. He could beat Thor, and with the artwork that his brother so despised. He would have a proper, respectable online business and it would give him a steady living.

"How do you make a website?" Loki inquired unsurely.

Sigyn scoffed. "Oh, hon."

/

Jane threw her bag and keys onto the couch as she entered the house. "Thor!" She called out.

Nothing. He must be at the office. She ventured down the hallway into Thor's personal office and went to the drawer in which Thor kept their photos. She slid out the glossy paper carefully, and plopped herself onto the carpeted floor with a thud. Flicking through the photos quickly, she took care not to spend too much time on each one. She wanted the photos to be like fragments flitting through her memory, reminding her of why she had fallen in love with Thor in the first place. Yet, every photo was an overt display of their own wealth; Jane with the car Thor had given her, Jane and Thor on vacation in Rome, Jane standing in front of their mansion with her arms outstretched. There was plenty of extravagance, but no photos of their own genuine, casual love. She rose from the ground as something caught her eye. In the file cabinet that Thor usually kept locked as completely confidential even to Jane, he had left the key in the lock by accident. Curiosity took over as she slowly turned the key and tried the first drawer out of three. It rolled out with the weight of dozens of file folders. She flicked through a few. They were simply payments to Asgard real Estate. The next drawer contained the same thing, but the last one held a single folder pushed all the way to the back of the drawer. Frowning, Jane took it out, flipping it open.

Thor's father's name was written on the top of the page, dated almost a decade ago. After reading through some of the legal formalities in the introduction, she found that this was his will. She suppressed as gasp as she read the next line.

To both my sons, Thor and Loki Odinson, I leave Asgard Real Estate.

Loki was supposed to inherit Asgard. Then why didn't he?

Jane carefully set the aged paper onto Thor's desk and read the only other page in the folder. It was a legal document, stating that Loki gave all ownership of Asgard to Thor. On the bottom of the page his signature was scrawled in black pen.

But, Loki would never sign that. Jane shook her head, disbelieving. The only other explanation was…

The front door began to clatter with the rustling of keys.

Jane stuffed the papers back inside the folder, slammed the drawer closed and turned the key back to its original position.

"Jane!" Thor called from the hallway.

She stepped out from the room in a daze, still not quite believing what she had just read.

"What's wrong?" He shrugged off his jacket and placed it on the coathanger.

"Nothing." She replied absently.

He couldn't have. Thor couldn't have plagiarized Loki's signature.

"You seem so shaken up."

He had the connections. He could have done it. It would have been easy for them to create another will, one in which Loki received nothing.

"Jane?"

For all these years, Loki should have been leaving in peace and financial stability. He wouldn't have had those severe anxiety attacks. He would have been happy.

"Jane, what's wrong? You're shaking."

"I'm going to Darcy's. I'll get ready for the rehearsal at her house."

He held the sides of her shoulders gently, inspecting her expression for any sign of what had happened. "Alright. I'll see you tonight, then."

"Is Loki coming to the rehearsal?"

"Yes, he texted me confirming that earlier today. Why?"

"Just wondering" She muttered. "I'll be off then."

As she exited the house, a warm breeze caressed her skin. She stood, paralyzed, on the porch, digging her nails into the palm of her hand.

"Oh, God." She whispered.