Author's Note: I took some more liberties with Frigga, but I don't really care. I really like her as a character! Please enjoy!

"Your Majesty! Thor's mortal is in peril!"

Frigga didn't need any more encouragement. She sprinted down the twisting corridors of the palace that she called home and frantically made her way outside. She could see Thor anxiously pacing and the Queen of the Gods' heart broke in two. How cruel it was for her son to be able to hear about Jane, but not to be able to alter her fate!

"Mother!" Thor met her gaze and Frigga could see sheer panic in his blue eyes. "Jane is under attack." His voice was grave and Frigga knew that whatever Heimdall had seen had not turned out well. That was the trouble with mortals—their lives flickered out of existence so easily.

"Heimdall." She made her voice strong—commanding. She couldn't show fear in front of her son.

"Your Majesty?" Heimdall's voice was the same as always—calm, collected, devoid of all emotion—and Frigga felt her chest tighten in worry. This Jane had to be alright!

"What have you seen?"

"Jane Foster is under attack by an opponent that I cannot see."

"You can't see?" Frigga questioned. "Like when you couldn't see the Frost Giants?"

"No, your Majesty," Heimdall replied simply. "This isn't dark magic like Loki's magic." He glanced at the Queen, who kept her expression neutral. She couldn't afford to appear weak in front of anyone—her son was dead and she would have to get over that. "However, it is still some sort of cloaking magic though I doubt they were intending to prevent me from seeing them."

"And Jane? Does she live?" The Queen asked quietly. She knew Thor's life hinged upon this one answer.

"Yes," Heimdall answered. "She has some metal warrior trying to save her."

"Meaning she isn't safe yet?" Frigga pressed and Heimdall nodded his head. Thor cursed and stared down at the void left behind by the collapse of the bridge.

"She's unconscious," Heimdall informed the two. "That is all I can see when it comes to her injuries."

That gave Frigga an idea.

"You must go to her," Frigga insisted, grabbing Thor's hand within her own. "The magic took too much of a toll on the All-Father, but perhaps I can help—"

"Your Majesty!" Heimdall exclaimed. "You mustn't. The magic required could cause you harm as well."

"I care not," Frigga told him defiantly. "Jane needs someone to get her through this." She beamed at her son. "Come with me." She tugged her son behind her as the two ran through the labyrinth of hallways. Finally, Frigga led Thor into the library and she scurried up the stairs to grab a book. Smiling, she flipped through the pages before motioning for her son to sit down.

"Mother, what Heimdall said—"

"I am a more than a queen, my son," Frigga explained quickly as she slammed the book and placed it back upon the shelf. "Before we were wed, I had your father teach me all the magic known to the nine realms." She came down the stairs and then sat across from her son. "I seemed to have quite an affinity for magic as I picked it up quite easily."

"But when Father did the same spell—"

"Thor," His mother began defiantly. "Your Jane needs you. You must go to her."

He didn't argue after that.

"Jane!"

Someone was calling her.

"Jane!"

Someone who needed her—a man that she loved.

"Jane, please!"

Why did he sound so sad? She never wanted to hear him like that—so worried, so pained. She had to make him stop speaking to her like that. She tried to open her eyes, but found that they were weighted down by some invisible weight.

"Jane."

Her eyes fluttered and with a determination that she didn't even know she had, she forced her eyes open.

"Thor?" Her mouth was dry and she suddenly wished she had some water. She must've sounded awful to him. "What happened?" She looked around, but found that she was no longer in the plane. What did that mean? Was she dead?

"Heimdall told me you were under attack," His eyes kept scanning her, checking for any injuries and she felt a little self-conscious. She must've looked like hell. "Jane, who is attacking you?"

"I don't know," She confessed. "I never saw who it was." She tried to stand up, but swayed. He was instantly at her side, supporting her.

"Jane—"

"Am I dead?"

"No," Thor replied quickly. "You're unconscious."

"Ah," Jane mumbled. "Then, you're not really here, are you?" His eyes shown with sorrow.

"No Jane," He answered sadly. "But Jane, I will come back to you."

"I know," She assured him with a small smile. "I'm so close Thor. I will bring you back to Earth!" He moved a strand of her hair aside and she blushed for it was such an intimate gesture. How she wished that they could just stay like this forever! Suddenly, she felt herself drifting away from him and she gripped his hand tightly.

"Jane, be safe." He murmured as he gently kissed the top of her head. "And know that I will be watching. When you need me, I shall be there."

"I love you," She muttered. "I'll see you soon."

She was torn away from him and felt herself tumbling back into her own body.

On the ground, Jane awoke to see Pepper hovering over her.

"Oh, Jane, thank God!" Pepper turned her head and shouted to someone. "She's awake!"

"Where are we?" Jane questioned.

"On one of Stark International's private jets," Pepper explained quickly. "We're taking you to the hospital, alright?"

"Darcy?" Jane coughed out.

"She'll be alright," Pepper soothed. "Just rest now. I'll explain everything to you once we're at the hospital."

Jane shut her eyes and let herself drift again.

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