Jane walks to Sif . . . She runs into the amazon in full shiny armor.

"I hate to do this, but I have to go to Midgard for a day so I can hand in my work. However I want back to Asgard as soon as I can." Jane was rushed. Sif looks at her as if to say "this is too tricky."

"Please Sif. SHIELD owes me money for this report." She realizes half of it was hand written, but she didn't care. Coulson could always get someone else to simply type it up. Sif nods in agreement.

"24 hours: I cannot do anymore." She knows that Jane had to go simply to get Loki and Thor off her mind even if just for a day.

Jane sighs knowing she had to get her report finished before four that day. She was supposed to be meeting Coulson for an early dinner and to discuss how long Thor was expecting to be on Migard AKA Earth.

It wasn't even five minutes after Sif left that Jane's misery began. She looked both ways to cross the street only to have a truck splash her a huge puddle. It created a tidal wave of muddy water and garbage, and it showered her with it. She had mud in her hair and coffee grounds on her shirt. She wanted to cry, but she found an open opportunity and raced across the street.

She knew she was early enough that she could grab a shower before she finished the report and got to the diner.

She opened the door to her apartment to see what only looked like a tornado that raced through. There were scattered beer cans everywhere, a broken lamp flipped upside down, couch cushions throw everywhere. There were chips crushed and smashed into the carpet floor. She walked inside to see that her favorite pillow had burnt marks on it. She was livid, and she knew who had the party. . . Darcy.

A piece of crusty mud fell from her hair to her shoulder: she fell back into reality. . . all she wanted was a shower. She knew she will get her assistant to clean this mess up.

She rushed to the bathroom only to have it take her back a step with the horrid stench of acidic rotting what she thinks was milk. She didn't care what it was, but it needed to be clean. She stood in the hallway mud caked to her hair, coffee grounds, now dried on her shirt, and her clothes damp clinging to her skin. She barely had the bathroom door open to see toilet paper everywhere. She knew it was no good, so closed the door quickly.

She bit her tongue trying to hold her scream in, but Darcy and Ian both heard her. Darcy was wrapped in Jane's favorite soft robe. Darcy saw that her boss was dirty with mud in her hair.

"Jane, what happened to you? A fight with the New York Destroyer?" Darcy asked and laughed while Ian walked in the hallway in nothing by a wrapped fluffy blue towel also Jane's favorite.

"No, and damnit, stop the Loki bashing. If you had a father Odin, you would do the same thing." Jane lashed out.

"Why is he here? Just to let him know, I don't like to kneel, but if I have to, I don't swallow." Jane was not happy with her sassy assistant mouth, and then the horrible smell hit her nose again.

"What happened here?" Jane was grinding her teeth.

"I thought we would have had it cleaned before you got home. It's not like you gave me details on where you went and how long you would be." Darcy's sharp tongue bounced back at her boss.

"Just get it clean and start with the bathroom," Jane didn't want to see either one of them. She moved to the kitchen before Darcy could stop her. She thought maybe she could clean herself in the kitchen sink. However once she opened the kitchen door all walls had numbers and codes written something red. . . She knew it was too bright to be blood. . . but what was it. And then she saw the trash. . . at least four bottle of ketchup, and there was another squeeze bottle in Eric's hand. He was passed out right next to the garbage. Darcy rushed in behind her. . .

"He was working on another theory."

Jane saw empty pizza boxes attack the top of the counter, and every dish was dirty and in her sink. She walks to the fridge only to find her money in a secret container was gone.

"Where was my frozen assets?" She directed the question loudly to Darcy. Jane's voice made Eric wake up.

"Oh hi Jane. . . where are you? Where were you?" She could easily see that he was still out of it.

Ian walked in the kitchen still in the towel. . . he moved pass the girls and fills up the coffee maker for himself and Darcy. She was impressed how easily trainable he was.

"Make sure everyone gets some coffee." Darcy told Ian.

"And Jane, we needed food, and Eric needed ketchup." Darcy laughed it off.

"Darcy, go in the the bathroom, get my shampoo, and find me a clean towel." Jane demanded, while she slammed pizza box on pizza box.

"Darcy, NOW!" Jane was not giving her an option. She waited for her frazzled assistant to exit, and then she began stacking the dirty dishes on the small space of open counter. A few moments later, Darcy came back with the shampoo and an old torn brown towel. Jane knew she didn't have much choice. Jane just needed to get the dirt out: she washed the sink out with a little shampoo and barely had enough for her hair.

Then she rushed into her room to find out that Darcy had gone through her clothes. She had to wear a pair of tight khakis and a pink flowery shirt that she hated. She had noticed that a lot of her clothes had some kind of green mixture. . Then she saw the cups. . . old green jello shots.

Her hair was still rolled up in a towel when she rushed to her desk. She started to type up half of her report only to have an printer error hit her screen. She looked down to see there was a mixture of chips, green jello, and chewing gum stuck to the paper that was jammed in the printer.

"Darcy, I want this apartment clean by the time I get back," Jane brushed her hair, grabbed her laptop, and exited.

She got to the library and typed fast. She felt as if someone was watching her, but when she would look up, she only saw the librarian at her computer and the few pale adults typing around her. She didn't care if she had mistakes. . . she knew that she needed to get it typed and back to Coulson.

Two hours later, she printed it out and kept it neatly in a three ring binder. It was eight pages, double spaced explaining why Thor and Loki were on Midgard (Earth), and that their plans were peaceful. She added a page for just Coulson, it was single spaced vaguely describing Asgard. She felt like she had someone watching her in the library and the walk to the diner.

She got to the diner at 3:25 and she looked around. She felt like she was in the center of someone's attention. . . maybe it was that she had the table in the middle of room, maybe someone knew that she wasn't home for awhile. . . she had no idea. She ordered a coffee. Then she realized she had not eaten, so she ordered a piece of pie.

She looked down at the shirt she hated. Her hair still felt dirty; all she wanted was just to relax in her bathtub. Or to relax in the bath house in Asgard. She had fun with Loki and Thor swimming in the warm, relaxing tub. Damn, she really did just want a nice, warm, and relaxing bubble bath.

She waited for Coulson with the coffee in her hand and looked around the place. She saw three construction workers eating hearty meals in one corner table. In a side booth it looked like two brothers, one brawny with longer hair eating a salad, and the other brother with stubble eating at cheeseburger.

An Asian woman in dark pant suit entered the diner. She scanned the small restaurant and noticed Jane's brown hair.

"Coulson said you were waiting for him," The woman was thing in the body and the eyes. She sounded monotone, but she made Jane's heart beat three times as fast. Jane took a deep breath and remembered what Coulson had told her.

The woman sat down.

"He wanted me to pic up some paperwork," She was still monotone, so relaxed that Jane believed she was a robot. She wondered if was a test.

"What is the password?" Jane used all of her will power and strength to stay calm. The password was "The bird tastes good with hot sauce." If the woman said that, then Jane knew it's okay, and then she could give her the paperwork.

"I eat dinner at a quarter to four." The woman simply gave the time. Jane slid down to grab her computer bag, and the report. Jane knew it wasn't right, she tried to escape only to have several men in black suit raced in blocking the exit. Jane tried to hit the woman, but she ducked. Jane tried to run, and the women tried to fight her. Jane gets kicked in the gut and punched in the cheek, before Thor opened the door and pulled one of the men outside. Then he threw the woman into the other men. Jane got hit in the head the head all goes black. He picked up Jane over his and rushed out of the diner.

She woke up in a bed in Asgard. The room was spinning. . . She couldn't think straight, and realized that her laptop and report was still at diner, and so she though. She sat up to see her computer bag on the table. She also saw a piece of paper.

Jane,

I brought you back for your own safety. There are too many enemies in SHIELD. I found out from Stark, nothing is safe. I want to you to stay her and please rest. I love you, and I will get you when the things are worked out. I need to finish my mission.

Your Asgardian Warrior

Thor

Realizing that she was in Asgard, Jane then instantly thought of Loki.

She rushed down the stairs, ignoring the the hollers, and whistles of the inmates. She was tired, achy, and the only that would make her day was to be with Thor and Loki in the bath house. However she knew that wasn't going to happen. She was just as grateful just to see Loki.

She finally got to his cell; however, no one was there. His books were in a stack in the corner, there was a table and a chair in their proper place, and the bed was made. He was no where to be found. . . Extreme panic rushed through her sore and tired body.

She ambled down the hall feeling the pressure of the the world on her. She had couldn't get Coulson her report. She wasn't sure how long her she would have her apartment for. She hasn't seen Thor, and the last words she read of his was on his on personal mission to save his brother after getting beaten by a very angry green thing. She thought that Loki and Thor wanted to get a house with her. She could see it would have to be a very sturdy house to keep from caving in with Asgardians living there.

She sighed: she didn't know what day it was, or whether she was coming or going. All She knew was that she need a steaming, hot bath and to get some sleep. She knew she would do some much better in the morning.

She started to feel sick, dizzy, lightheaded, colors start to swirl. . . She made it to the stairs. She slowly stepped one at a time, one foot and then the other. She was almost to the landing when she saw a guard. Her footing was off balance, the guard tried to grab her hand, but the illusion went right through it, not enough magic.

She flipped over the top two steps and then flipped again with the next two. . . she landed on her head, slid on her back. She was on her back and slid the bumpy ride down four more stairs have her spine take most of the damage.

She could barely move her head, she couldn't feel her feet which were tangled a few stairs over her. She heard foot steps, and then a slight cold hand that slid under hers. . . her head was cold, wet, and her face was numb. There was a painful stiffness growing from her legs and torso. It was creeping toward her head.

She wasn't thinking about whether she was living or dying. . . he was worried about Loki and Thor. She freaked when she didn't see Loki in his cell. She instantly thought Odin had found him and sentenced him to death. Tears painfully streamed from her eyes. She also thought he could been caught by his enemy Thanos, and then she couldn't even imagine the torture.

She closed her eyes and saw Thor smiling. It made her smile just slightly. She knew that she and Loki were the few to make Thor smile. She quickly thought of the Pop-tarts, and the time with him smashing the coffee mug, and then she thought of his kiss.

Her chest was getting tight, it was extremely hard to breathe. . . She slightly gasps opening her eyes, wide.

"Lady Jane, what were you doing?" she could barely make out Loki's voice.

"Seeing you." She began to cough. . . blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

"Sif, go get help," Loki directed her. He pulled Jane slightly keeping her close. There was blood everywhere. It flowed in rivers down the stairs and made a strange crooked, heart shaped puddle at the bottom of the stairs.

"We're going to get you better. . ."

"Loki. . . ."He tried to hush her.

"Loki, stop, listen!" She got firm in her voice only to make her choke harder.

"I do not have much time. . ." She swallowed some blood.

"Tell Thor that I love him. Now Loki, please listen to me. . . Tell him to move on. Please" she choked the blood she just swallowed. Her body got even tighter in a squeezing pain, she groaned.

"You will get better," Loki looked at her eye barely moving, starting to glaze over.

"Loki, I'm sorry, you were misunderstood. I would kneel for you." She cough hard.

"I love you, Loki, please be happy. You can find it; I know you can." She gasped, she body tremble pushing pain through her veins. She barely got a breath out before she closed her eyes.

Loki pushed his lips onto hers: she was still warm, but she was lifeless. Tears poured out of his eyes. . . He held her tight, using up much of his magic focus, for a few moments. He made the illusion disappear once he heard foot steps.

He kept his knees into his chest and bowed his head and cried.

This is the last part of the story. Please message me if you want more Jane, Loki, and Thor stories. (I will not do slash).