A/N: To my followers- I am SOOOO SORRY. There is no excuse for how long it took me to update. I had a case of writer's block with a dose of reality, and then I've been going through some personal issues. But yeah. No excuse. Please forgive me.
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Loki was not sulking.
Anne had muttered he was, thinking he couldn't hear, but he was not sulking. The King of Midgard, Conqueror of Earth's Nations, Destroyer of the Avengers, and the Newest and Most Benevolent Ruler in the Nine Realms did not sulk.
But he did sit in darkness and solitude and consider the fact that he may be cursed to roam the universe without a companion. He did sit alone a think about the woman he had but did not want, and the woman he now wanted but did not have. Yet, he reminded himself, he did not have her yet. Sigyn and Jane, as similar as they were, were also vastly different. Loki didn't have to try nearly as hard to win Sigyn's heart; she had offered it to him on a platter once she decided she didn't hate him after all. She had seen the soft side of him that he hid for fear of ridicule, and after that everything was so easy with Sigyn. Her undying loyalty was a trait she shared with his mothe—with Frigga. They were bosom friends, Sigyn and Frigga, always caring for Loki because no one else would. Seeing him when he was invisible. Hearing him when others deemed him mute.
Loki groaned and stood to pour himself a drink. It would do him no good to think of them; a mother out of reach and a wife dead. Jane refused to see him for anything but the monster he was, the monster he managed to convince himself on good days he wasn't. The monster parents tell their children about a night, the monster parents didn't look in the eye for fear of what would happen to their children.
There was a knock on his doors. Loki straightened his back and adjusted his face from a self depreciating scowl to an arrogant smirk. "Enter."
Four guards dragged Thor into the room. He didn't even bother to get up when they dropped him on the floor. Loki rolled his eyes. "Thor, enough of the theatrics. Anne will burst another blood vessel if you ruin these floors."
When Loki first broke Thor, he relished it. He enjoyed visiting everyday and seeing him without hope. He relished in the fact that Odin would not come to the rescue of his golden child simply because he did not want open war again. Then Thor became boring.
"Really, now, sit up. I have questions for you."
Thor's bloodshot left eye rolled up to look at Loki. "Why?" he rasped.
"Anne just had the floors waxed."
"Why do you have questions?"
Loki sighed. "You really are quite dull." He emptied the wine bottle into his glass. "A mutual acquaintance of ours." Loki pretended not to notice Thor's body stiffen.
"Jane." Thor rasped.
"Yes, Jane," Loki said slowly, as if to a child. Thor, slowly and painfully, sat up, kneeling on the floor. "What about Jane?"
"You were here for three days, two nights, and yet you managed to make her love you. How?"
Thor stared blankly at Loki for so long, the King of Midgard wondered if there was anyone home in his once-brother's head. Then a low, choking sort of sound bubbled out of him. A laugh. Thor was laughing at him.
"I should have had more faith in her. How much trouble is she giving you, brother?" Thor spat the title like a poison, a broken grin laying lazily on his face.
"No trouble at all."
"Then you should brace yourself. Jane is more stubborn than you know."
Jane and Fredrika walked quietly into the library. The celing to floor bookshelves surrounded the ordinate siting area, where several women were sitting, still in their dinner clothes.
"You made it!" Jaina said proudly. Most of the other women she didn't know, with the exception of Meria, Crina, and the hacker girl she met the first day.
"What is this?" Jane asked, taking a seat.
"A counsel? We are discussing how to kill the world's biggest problem."
"Loki already smashed our dependency of fossil fuels."
"Haha. She's funnier drunk," one of the other women, who had her head shaved and enormous brown eyes, said. Jaina rolled her eyes. "The king, Jane. Try to focus."
"You really think you can kill the king?"
"If the smartest women in the world gathered in one place isn't enough to off him, I think we should accept the fact that we might deserve our place under his heel," another interjected.
"Who are you?" Jane asked. "Really- did you all meet here and decide to play spies or is there someone else pulling the strings?"
"Why?"
"You can't just decide to kill the guy who brought the entire modern world to its knees," Jane insisted. "You'll just get yourself killed."
"I think we have a chance—"
"Alright, alright," Jaina interrupted. "Introductions first. You already know Meria"— Meria smiled and waved at Jane—"and Fredrika"— Fredrick had taken Jane's bottle of scotch and was pouring drinks—"this is Cierra"—the dark skinned bald woman—"Petra, Crina, Dalia, and Lottie"—the hacker girl—"and yeah, we met here."
"Fiecare dintre noi a văzut șansa noastră de a face ceva despre statutul nostru ca o planetă ocupată , și a început să vorbesc cu fiecare alte despre asta," Crina said. "We each saw our chance to do something about our status as an occupied planet, and started talking to each other about it," Meria translated.
"We asked you here because we think you can help us," Jaina said. Jane gave her a sardonic look.
"It's obvious that Loki has zeroed in on you. We need you to get close to him."
"You want me to kill him?" Jane asked dubiously.
"No, no, get close!" Dalia corrected. "Close enough to tell us, say, the guards' schedule. He has a pair of Chitauri guards, but given that they shape shift, we don't know which of the guards are human and which aren't. You find that out. Does he go for midnight strolls alone? We need to know. Does he sleep by an accessible window?"
"How am I supposed to know where he sleeps?" Jane scoffed, then looked up in alarm when her question was met with silence. "No. You hear me? N-O."
"Ok, maybe you don't have to get that close," Jaina assented, "but we need intel. You can be our spy."
"Then we go in all assassin-style," Lottie said, grinning, "smokebomb, hidden blade to the throat, and blen—"
"Enough with the video game references," Cierra said.
"Killjoy."
"So what do you say, Foster?" Jaina asked. Everyone stared at Jane. She sighed. "I'm going to regret this. But yeah. I'll see if I can get what you need to know."
A/N: I plan to get next chapter up within the week. If I don't, feel free to spam my PM with reminders. Coming up, Loki decides that Anne is controlling her OTP too much and takes matters into his own hands as Jane starts to formulate her own plan around what everyone wants from her.
"50, count them, 50 of the 100 have been sent home today. The remaining 49 will now be seeing the king for the second time, and if he doesn't like them by the end of that meeting, they will be sent home too. All eyes are on Paris to see who our Queen will be. It has been no surprise that Doctor Jane Foster has become a fan favorite. Last week, information recovered from the files of disbanded organization S.H.I.E.L.D. showed that Dr. Foster was acquainted with Asgardians before the rest of the world even knew about them, and had met Thor while studying the very phenomenon that allowed him and others to travel here. Unconfirmed reports state that the King has taken special interest in the astrophysicist.
"Up Next: The 50 tell all; Felicia de Maurier tells us what her experience was like in Versailles with the 100."