OK, I was finally able to have access to a computer and I have decided to upload two more chapters of "Stockholm." For her inspiration, these chapters are dedicated to Sophie!

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When Jane is dancing, she is doing it to Katy Perry's "ET."

Chapter Four - Savior or sinner?

The first week of the term was over and it felt as though she had been working the entire term without rest.

Teaching was supposed to be an easy payday so that she was not locked up in SHIELD for the rest of her life.

To pass her time in between grading papers, she pulled out the mythology book that she often carried with her. She remembered paying the library thirty dollars to purchase the book so she could keep it.

She started to reread the Thor chapter for the umpteenth time, never finding it to be a dull read.

And as she read it, she grew to be very tired and thought a small nap would help her to recharge her batteries.

That was over an hour ago.

But her mind was having a pleasant dream.

Jane was in large garden, walking through soft blades of grass underneath her bare feet. The long white silk of her skirt flowed behind her, dragging on the ground.

Suddenly, the sky opened up and started to rain. She was saturated with moisture within a matter of seconds. Then the sky began to make noise.

"Jane," she heard her name. "Jane."

The voice was from behind her.

She turned around and saw her dream man standing. The wind rustled at his long cape. Mjolnir secured at his hip and his sky blue eyes were staring at her intently.

Jane smiled and went to him, gathering up her skirt in her hands so she could break into a run.

Thor's arms reached and gathered her into his embrace.

"Oh Jane," he whispered. "How I have missed you."

"As have I," she told him.

Their eyes locked yet again before he kissed her. It was the same as when they had said their good-byes before he vanished back to Asgard.

"You kept your word," she said to him once she needed to breathe.

"Oh Jane," he said her name again, but the voice was different.

She was taken aback by the vocal change.

Jane snapped awake and looked to see that Lacey was there in her office, waking her up.

"Oh boy," her friend said. "That is never a good sign."

"What is?" she asked.

"Sleeping in your office on the first weekend of the first term," Lacey joked with her. "You work too hard."

She stretched out and closed up the book.

"Well, getting this office back in order so I can find stuff here took most of the week," she told her boss. "All this is now my work. Mine. My own."

"Good for you. Means we should go out and celebrate."

"Oh, that's right. It's Friday."

"You are going to come, right? You're not going to leave me to be bored and talk about work when we should be drinking and having fun."

And there she was. She was sitting in a chair with a woman with black hair who leaned in the doorway.

"Where will we be going?"

"Great place down the road from here. No cover until 10 P.M. and teachers can get free drinks...as long as Freddy is working there."

"OK, I will go out with you guys," Jane told her with a grin. "But I am driving so in case I want to go in early."

"No problem," Lacey replied.

They talked on the way out of the office as they were the last ones to leave.

"Mind if we swing by my place so I can change?"

"Not at all."

They walked in the lightly falling snow to the car and got in. It took a few seconds for it to warm up and swipe off the snow with the windshield wipers.

Jane's apartment

Her quarters were small and quaint in an old building above a shoppe that sold books and materials to students. The ceilings were vast with metal beams that stretched across the top.

His hand grazed along the small bed that was still warm from where she had lied the night previous.

Loki took in the aura of Jane all over. Her scent was sweet and relaxing to all his senses as he took it all in.

There were pictures across the small table of her, another male friend of hers, a female where they were acting juvenile, and finally a picture of his brother.

It was a hideous photo that looked more as though his mouth was full of food than as a Prince of Asgard.

He rose and observed the area where she would dine. A plate rested in the sink that had remnants of her last meal. She was quite the slob and obviously did not expect that he would be dropping in for a visit.

The wardrobe was the next place where her aura hit him full-force. His hand smoothed along the hangers that had every color of the spectrum in different textures and styles. Jane Foster possessed everything from silks to plush cottons.

Some of the items he looked at made him quaintly smile. This search was important. It was always important to know the enemy before ending them.

There was a sudden noise at the front door. "So what should I wear to this bar?" he recognized that Jane was returning home.

He had to hide and quick.

Jane opened her door to her apartment and dropped her bag at the door. Lacey came and closed the door behind her.

"What a killer place," her friend said. "Love the tall ceilings. You can almost hear your echo off the beams. Too bad I am not a gymnast."

"What?" she asked. "So you can swing from the rafters like Tarzan?"

"You know he had a wife named Jane," Lacy remarked with a laugh.

They both laughed.

"To answer your question, jeans, preferably skinny hip-huggers. And the shirt, a tight sweater or whatever floats your boat."

"Ooo, that is a challenge," she replied. "Have a seat and feel free to surf."

"The government is sure paying you good to have a place in the student quad," her friend shouted from the couch. "Places like this are at least four figures a month."

The space above the closet and the bathroom was open as Loki hid in the darkness of the rafters. He watched Jane as she thumbed through the clothing that he had just been passing through.

"I guess the owner is a retired government something or whatever," Jane told her companion. "He went into business opening and opened the bookstore. He lives in the loft across the hall and rents this out. Guess he pulled some strings to get me in here."

"Still it's nice. Drafty, but nice."

She found what she was going to wear.

"It is better than this tincan trailer that I was living in in New Mexico," she replied and went into the bathroom.

Loki slinked along the rafter and watched as she stripped off her t-shirt to expose her undergarments. She was completely in her own space and did not know that she was being watched.

Her body was very lovely. Her skin appeared smooth if he was close enough to touch her.

He watched as she wet her hair under the rainhead, wrung out her locks, and then proceeded to her mirror. She played with her hair that was now a little curly as she squeezed her locks to her desired style.

Once her hair was perfect, Jane pulled over a black sweater that was sleeveless and shaped along every one of her curves. He could see that it sparkled when she moved.

With a few cosmetic touch-ups and placing large hoops in her ears, she blew her reflection a kiss and walked out of the washroom.

"Damn girl," her companion stated. "You are hot. I think that I need to go home and change too."

"Where is this place that we are going?" Jane asked.

"It's called The Eighth Class," the friend told her. "Most students take five to seven classes a term, so it would only be convenient that going to the bar after classes..."

"Would be only right," Jane laughed. "Well, lets get going."

They left Jane's apartment.

Loki stood up straight and walked across the rafter to the window. He watched as the ladies climbed into the car and drove away.

He knew where they were going...and would be in attendance.

A plan began to form in his mind. It was going to be the perfect was to savor not only her suffering, but her death as well.

The Eighth Class Bar

The bar where most of the students on the Columbia campus hung was filled with people. Mostly students, but there were some adults that were there to attend and hook-up.

People danced on the tiny dancefloor near where a DJ was spinning music and beats. Most of the adults however stayed close to the bar.

Lacey, after stopping at her apartment to drop off her belongings and change (in response to her outfit), found two stools at the bar.

"Freddy," Lacey called.

"Hey," the bartender greeted her, "Ms. G. How are you tonight?"

"Brought a new teacher with me tonight," Lacey introduced her. "Freddy, this is Jane Foster."

"Hey Ms. Foster," the bartender greeted her. "My girlfriend is in your Astro I class on Wednesday."

"Really?" she answered. "Very cool."

"What can I get for you?"

"My usual," Lacey said. "Why don't you surprise Jane here, but start her out light."

"One mojito and one special, coming right to you."

"What did you just order me?" Jane asked.

"What we at school call "the opening bell," she stated with a smile.

Within a matter of a half hour, Jane was slugging down a second drink, a Blue Hawaii cocktail. It was sweet, but not too potent so she could last longer.

Several more staffers from the science and math departments showed up.

Some of them were pounding down shots as though they were going out of style. They wanted her to drink a little more, but she wanted to be the one that still had some rational judgment by the end of the night.

Jane finished her drink and joined Lacey out on the dancefloor. They each played off on another. Within a matter of a few minutes, Lacey had attracted several potential partners.

She had a couple interested in her, but she kept them at bay. She did not want to be hitting on a student and jeopardize her job within the first week.

The bar was incredibly full, but Loki made his way through the establishment's front door. The music was modern and obnoxious to his ears. It would take a great deal of energy to suppress it in order to locate Jane.

Once to the iron railing that separated the drinking area from the dancing area, he looked down and found her.

Jane was dancing, swinging her hips and spinning around to the beat of the music. She was very nimble as she moved. Her hands bunched up her hair and let it go as her hands combed down each of her curves until she reached passed her hips. She spun around with her companion, smiling that she had gotten dizzy.

It seemed to be from the smile on her face and the hollers of the people around her that she was having a good time.

Perhaps it would be away of getting close enough to toy with her emotions and then take her out.

The music ended and he went to make himself hidden within the crowd.

The DJ announced that he was going to take a break so the dancefloor cleared out and everyone went to sit down or to get new drinks.

Lacey, Jane, and a few of the other professors headed up the steps and found seats at the bar.

"Hey ladies," Freddy said, "refills?"

"I reckon so," Lacey replied.

"I think I need to slow down a bit," Jane answered.

"Oh come on Jane," Tim, another professor said to her. "You need to have some fun. Come mid-terms, you are not going to have the energy to get out. You will be holed up in your office begging for it to end."

"Tim, don't scare her now," her friend said as their drinks arrived.

Freddy had made her a new drink anyway.

"Come on Jane," Lacey said, shoving the glass toward her, "you need to get out, have some fun. Maybe hook-up with someone special."

"I am not into that," she answered, her finger twirling around the rim.

"What? Got a boyfriend?"

"No," she answered. "Well, I wouldn't necessarily call him "boyfriend," she imitated the air-quotations.

"So, just a squeeze then?"

"No. He's more of a friend who needed my help and he had to go home. But he promised me that he would come back once things got better."

"Then you better talk to the guy who has been staring at you since we got back here."

"What guy?" Jane thought.

"Tall, thin, with black hair," Lacey said, but she wasn't making eye-contact with him. "Wearing the dark clothes."

She pretended to stretch out her arms if only to get a look at the person that Lacey was talking about.

Jane saw the man that her colleague was talking about. His hair was combed back with a few light wisps fanning his face. He was very young and pallor, but did look to be a little built.

He too was pretending not to stare, but there was a point where their eyes did meet.

"No way," Jane said at a whisper. "He looks way too young. He might be a student for all you know."

"Girl, take it from a woman who has been married twice and been in too many serious relationships. There is a lot of maturity behind those eyes. Grow a pair and go ask him to dance."

What the hell, she thought. She took down the drink in one swallow.

Lacey smacked her rear as she walked by.

Loki chuckled on the inside, listening to the whole half-drunken conversation between Jane and her companion. It was rather amusing as he laughed on the inside.

However, it was bringing Jane, a little inebriated, right to him.

He would stay there and pretend as though he had not been watching her.

Jane rounded the bar and was about to come around when she was suddenly accosted by another man.

"Hey baby," the drunken man said to her. "Saw you dancing on the floor. Wanted to know if you wanted to dance with me with that tight body of yours."

"I don't think so," she told him and tried to get around him, but he did not allow her to pass.

Stupid humans, he thought and got off his stool and started to come to her.

"Oh come on baby," the man said, "you need someone to keep you warm tonight. I can do that for you."

"Get out of my way," Jane said to him at a near shout.

"Excuse me," Loki said.

"Get out of here," the man said and shoved his arm back to shove him aside.

"I think not," he still tried to rescue Jane from the pointless advances. Finally perturbed with him, Loki grabbed his arm and spun him around to face him. "Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe the lady said no."

"Just who in the hell do you think you are?" the man who had some height and muscle over him. "This is a private conversation."

He watched as Jane rolled her eyes.

"Not from where I was standing," Loki told him. "She said no, and where I come from, no means what it means. You should leave the lady alone."

"You know what you pretty faced white boy, someone should teach you a lesson," the man said as he slammed his drink on the bar.

"I would not insult myself by taking on a belligerent fool as yourself, but if you insist, take your shot," he dared him.

The man took a swing, but it was easy for Loki to duck to the side and avoid it.

"What a man you are," he chastised him.

The man went after him with a spearing maneuver, which he took to his midsection. However, he was not in any pain so he delivered him a knee into his face. Blood spouted from his nose.

"Why you..." one of the brute's friends said and charged at him.

Loki wound up and swung at him with a punch to the cheek.

The tavern exploded into a free-for-all to where many patrons were getting involved.

Finally, enforcers came and tackled most of them to the ground; including himself.

He could take them all out, but he knew that would mean revealing himself to everyone; including Jane.

So he would allow himself be captured and escape later when she was out of sight.

Loki was dragged out to a rolling transport and placed into the backseat of the caged area. The other people in the fight were sent to multiple vehicles.

As the officers were climbing in, he looked out the car window and saw Jane appear from the front door. Her eyes showed concern for him.

He put his head back on the chair and smiled.

The police who climbed in noticed that he was smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" the officer asked.

"Oh nothing," he replied. "The things we do to attract a girl." And he chuckled lightly as they left.

What a chapter, huh? Hope you enjoyed it. Proceed onward to Chapter Five where it continues to get good. Also, please do not forget to send me reviews!