RATING: T
GENRE: Alternate Universe, Humor
SUMMARY: Jane wakes up and finds she's not alone in bed.

WAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

She doesn't want to wake up, not yet. She's in a snuggly, happy place, cocooned in soft feather comforters and a warm body wrapped around—

Wait.

Her eyes fly open, and heart pounding, she turns to see exactly who is sharing her bed. No, not her bed. Definitely not. Her companion, for lack of a better word, is hidden beneath a veil of dark hair—black hair. Long hair.

She tries to disentangle herself from his long limbs and—oh god, where are her clothes?—he stirs, mumbling something unintelligible in a deep baritone before pulling her flush against his equally nude body.

This is bad. This is very, very bad. Why can't she remember how she got here? Did she go out with Darcy last night and hook up with some random guy? Exactly how much did she have to drink? Because this isn't her. Never. It may have been three years since Thor returned to Asgard and one year since he came back—just not to her—before disappearing again, but even jaded, she's not the kind of gal to do the one-night stand thing. At least not, apparently, before last night.

She attempts another escape and is rewarded with more grumbling, more tightening of his arms. She landed herself a cuddler. How, precisely?

Giving up the notion of sneaking out of bed, she shoves against him and wrangles herself free of his grasp. He half sits up with a groan, and she bites back a scream.

Looking up at her with bleary eyes is Loki. Loki. As in "I think I'll to destroy Manhattan because I'm bored out of my gourd" little-black-sheep-brother-of-Thor Loki. Naked. In bed with her. Naked.

She scrambles back, belatedly realizing that she should have taken the blanket with her when his gaze dips briefly to her bare breasts. She grabs a nearby pillow and does her best to cover herself. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk.

"You're—" She points an accusatory finger at him, but her brain seems stuck on the first word of her diatribe and is unable to load the rest. "You're—" She tries again and fails.

"I'm what?" he asks, sitting up fully, blankets pooling low on his hips. (Don't look. Don't look. Too late.) "Extraordinarily clever? Dashingly handsome? Remarkably virile?"

"You're Loki!" her brain finally finishes.

He raises a brow. "I'm Loki? After all that build up? I'm disappointed, Jane."

"You kidnapped me!" she blurts out. And did god knows what to her, to boot.

He seems utterly baffled by her accusation, and then some kind of light bulb clicks on. "They did say there might be temporary side effects as your body goes through the transformation, but I don't recall anyone mentioning memory loss."

"What are you talking about?" she practically screeches the question as she backs toward the edge of the bed. (Good grief, it's huge.)

He gives her a predatory smile. "My dear Jane," he says, crawling toward her. "My darling wife, you've had an apple of Idun. And now it seems I get to make you fall in love with me all over again."

He catches her arm just before she accidentally topples off the mattress. "The chase was fun the first time. I think it might be even better the second."

~FIN~

A/N: Yay! Something a bit lighter, finally. Thank you so much for reading! Drop a comment in the box below; I'd love to hear your thoughts!