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"That skirt is short on purpose."

"World domination," replied the ten year old Loki Odinson matter of factly.

The social studies teacher eyed him suspiciously. She cleared her throat. "Thank you, Loki. Next?"

This did not deter the young Odinson. His chin remained high. He wanted nothing more than to really, honestly, rule the world. He believed he had an answer for it all.

Maybe he did.

So he took social studies seriously, then translated it to Political Science.

When there was a call for an internship in New Mexico for "budding young scientists," Loki seized upon it. He wanted to be rid of the confines of the massive upper-state-New-York-tiresome-elitist-socilites.

Never mind that he was an elitist.

Odin didn't care.

Thor cared a little.

Frigga cried.

"Come now, mother. I'm going south for a few months. This is an excellent opportunity for me," he pecked his mother's cheek and left for the airport.

Loki landed and gave the address to the cabbie. Puente Antiguo. Sounded nice.

He was wrong.

"So…this is what the dustbowl felt like," Loki observed as he walked across the three-street town toward the lab Dr. Foster ran.

Loki went over to the door, gingerly pushed it open. "Hello?" he said to the darkish room.

BANG.

"Goddammit!" came a woman's voice. She sighed loudly and he heard glass breaking. "Every time…"

"Erm…" he tentatively entered the room more fully. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for Dr. Foster."

The woman brushed the hair out of her face and peered over at him. "I'm Dr. Foster. Who are you?"

"No….Dr. J. Foster…Is he here?"

She scoffed and walked over to him. "I'm Dr. Jane Foster. Now who the fuck are you."

Loki's mouth hung open. Hideous mistake. Of course…sometimes he was such an idiot. "Pardon me, Dr. Foster. I'm Loki Odinson," he offered her his hand. She took it with a smirk. "I'm here for the internship…"

"Great. Astrophysics, right?" she sounded doubtful yet hopeful.

"No….ah…political science," he muttered.

"Great," she dropped his hand and walked away. "Nothing for weeks and weeks and the only person who shows is a Poli Sci major. Unfuckingbelievable."

"Has there been a mistake?" he asked.

"No. None you made…here. You know how to use a Mac?"

"I do," and he went over and sat at the computer.

The end of the day drew to a close, and Loki thought that it had gone alright. "So…tomorrow, then?"

Jane didn't answer. "Did you find a place?"

"The university is housing me for a few weeks until I find suitable arrangements."

"Are you British?" she asked, her nose scrunched slightly.

"My family….yes." No sense in explaining heritage and such.

"You can stay here in the lab if you want…there's a room in the back," she swung her bag over her shoulder.

"I take it you want me to stay here."

She shrugged. "Sure," and she left.

If this wasn't a paid internship, he'd leave straight away. Who the fuck did she think she was, anyway…short, silly woman. He went to the back room furnished with a futon, and slumped onto the chair in the corner.

Perhaps he had made a mistake.

No…he needed to get out of New York. This was perfect.


"I said that the carbon core mass is studied as a function of the zero-age main sequence…not the quasi-analytically derive an approximate ignition density…"

"Apologies, Dr Foster…"

"Jane," she said distractedly.

"…but that is exactly what you said. I have it right here," he showed her the notes.

Jane snapped the pages out of his hand. "Oh," she smiled. And she laughed.

He looked at her crookedly, but smiled. "I've finished everything you set for me, Jane…I thought that I might leave a bit early."

"Why?"

"All work and no play…" he stood.

"What? You mean you have a date?" she eyed him in disbelief.

"I don't kiss and tell, Dr Foster," and he left.

Jane stood there dumbstruck. He'd been here, what? Two weeks? He had a date already, and she had been here two years and nuthin.

Jane thought she'd stay and clean up the lab a bit…and if Loki and his date happened to show while she was still there, well. He'd need to deal with that.

She heard him slinking into the lab a few hours later. She tried to act casual…he sounded alone. "Have fun?" she accused.

"Jane?" he slurred.

"Are you drunk?" she asked.

"Well, generally speaking, when one is in Puente Antiguo…generally, one drinks. Ask anyone," he fell into the chair. "Bob the pizza owner swears that there is nothing to do here but drink and…" he looked away.

"…and?' she crossed her arms in front of her.

He eyed her deliberately. "Fuck."

She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "What a crass answer," she bent over to pick up a pen.

"I dunno…" Loki began, eying her ass. "He might have a point. One shouldn't be dismissive because he owns a pizza parlor."

Jane stood and looked at him with disdain. "I didn't call him crass because he owns a pizza joint. I called him crass because he says the only things to do here is get drunk and fuck."

"Well, as far as things go, they are two fun ones."

"You're just as bad. Where's your date?"

"Who said I had a date?" he cocked a brow.

"You did," Jane accused.

"I said no such thing. Though you appear to be going somewhere," he looked at her up and down.

"I'm not," she shimmied away. "Why?"

"Because that skirt is short on purpose," and he pointed to the offending skirt.

Jane laughed a hearty laugh. "You are something, Loki. What makes you think that I am dressed this way by design?"

"Well, for starters, you weren't wearing that when I left," he rose from the chair. "Secondly, you hung around my sleeping quarters…"

"…which also happens to be my lab," she backed away.

He ignored this. "Thirdly, you have brushed your hair, adjusted your makeup…you are setting up a seduction scene."

"Oh get over yourself," and her back hit the wall.

Profundity, thy name is "wall."

"Tell me I'm wrong," he was very close.

"I hate your stupid degree," she replied.

And he kissed her hard, hiking up her skirt, tearing it from her body, and tossing it into the bin.

Jane stopped at this. "Nice shot."

"That, Jane, is only the beginning…" he ripped open her shirt. "Today your skirt, tomorrow the world."

"You are a very strange person."

And he silenced her with a kiss…