This one is looooooong, but I promise you will not be disappointed. True Lokane chapter here (and Thor reappears for you Thor people who have been asking about him) Enjoy! And please review after this one!
During the scene on Asgard (especially when Sif and Thor are talking), listen to "Science and Magic."
While Jane is running, search for Highlander: the Source and listen to "City of Anarchy" and once she arrives at her destination, skip to mark :50 on "Lament for Joe."
Chapter Thirteen - Surrender
Asgard
It was the final night of the Jul festival in Asgard. It was the longest night of the year when darkness would cast its hold over the entire royal city. The proletariat were gathering in the center of the village. The people had a large beast roasting over a large roaring fire. Everyone brought out their gifts in offering to the gods and feasted on this last night of this life. When the day ended, the day would return and a new year would begin.
The royal castle was aglow and filled with the nobles and royals of the Aesir who celebrated in the same way. They were having a large masquerade ball and were adorned in their best.
Lord Odin, dressed up as a glowing sun of gold and white celebrated with his wife. Frigga was hear him in a long white gown that symbolized clouds that would envelope and cradle the sun's light.
The Warriors Three chose more traditional looks of simple masks over their faces.
Lady Sif was different than them. She wore a dark blue gown that connected with a large silver choker at the neck. The waves of blue, sparkling silk smoothed over her flank, but left her entire back open down to the base of her spine.
Many of the people commented that it was unlike anything they had ever seen her adorn herself in.
For one night, Sif wanted to be a princess.
With her white and star encrusted mask over her eyes, she searched around for her friends to talk. Some of her closer acquaintances were remarking at how radiant she appeared.
During the festivities, Lady Frigga came and whispered in her ear. She was inquiring if she had seen her son.
Sif replied that she had been looking for him as well, but had not found him.
Frigga dispatched her to search him out.
The lady of the warriors walked through the palace, passing multiple people who were intoxicated and celebrating. Some were out just walking around, touring the vast glory of the castle.
Finally, she found Thor standing on a balcony ledge staring out at the water and the glowing stars above.
She took her fingers and fluffed out some of the curls in her hair to fan her face before she slowly strode toward him.
The mighty Prince of Asgard stood on the large balcony overlooking the vast gardens and village that was filled with revelers. It was a great night for Asgard as they welcomed another year of prosperity and rule for their realm.
However, his heart was still heavy.
Up amongst the stars, he knew that Midgard was out there. Jane was out there on Midgard.
He often thought about his dear friend who had helped to redeem his soul and heart.
Though he was immortal and she mortal, Thor did have to admit that he missed her. However, there was no way that he could bring her here to be with him. She would never be welcomed in Asgard. Unless she was ever put in danger, he would never see her again.
"Farewell Jane," he whispered. "Happy Jul."
However, he could sense that he was no longer alone.
His very good friend was standing on approach toward him.
Sif spoke out. "My prince," she said. "May I approach?"
"Yes," he answered.
His friend came to the railing and that was when he was blown away by how she appeared to him. Her long dark hair was twisted into lovely flowing curls, but it was her gown and mask that truly disguised her.
She was as a starry maiden that was bewitching him.
"My lady Sif," he said. "You are quite radiant for the celebration."
"For one night every year," she answered, leaning her forearms on the balcony railing, "I desire to be in the attention of those around. Not for being a warrior, but for being a lady."
Thor saw that the dark blue fabric slid across her radiant curves and left her entire back open and exposed.
"A beautiful evening," she remarked as she looked to the sky. "A perfect night to welcome in a new year."
"Yes," Thor replied after a brief delay. He was distracted as by how beautiful Sif actually was.
He took one of her hands and brought her to where she was standing before him.
"Sif," he said her name.
"Yes my lord," she respected him.
"What you said earlier...about not respecting you as a woman and confidant," he added, pulling the conversation back from the training field the other day.
"I did not mean to offend, and if I did, I deeply apologize."
"No. I wanted to tell you that you were right. Perhaps it is because that you and I grew up together that we have been friends for so long that we..."
Sif put her hand on his cheek. "Think nothing of it," she told him. "I just wanted to tell you how I feel for you. How deeply my feelings go for you."
His hands delicately reached down toward the mask on her eyes. It lifted up to pull back a few of the curls that graced her face and allowed him to see Sif for how beautiful she was.
"My lord," she whispered, but that was all that she got from her lips before his met hers.
Thor kissed his friend and fellow warrior's lips. They were soft and tasted of ambrosia wine, the sweetest delicacy in all the nine realms.
Her hands grasped softly onto his muscles on his arms.
They both had been consuming the libations throughout the twelve day festival, but he found that he was becoming enveloped in Sif's beauty.
The passion led them to his quarters where it inevitably consumed them.
He felt bad especially for thinking about Jane Foster just before this moment in time, but he had to admit that he would never see her again, and Sif was the perfect selection from the court to share this moment with.
Earth
It had been a long day of being locked in the panic room of her quarters, but Jane finally came out and resumed her solitary confinement in her cell.
Tony Stark must have come down because there was a package of licorice and small bottle of wine sitting on her bunk. Next to it was a note that read sorry.
It was a sweet gesture.
She headed into the standing shower stall where she washed up and got clean. She savored the water and washed up a couple of times being that she was locked up for twenty-four. The panic room had a toilet, but not a shower stall.
That is why she came out.
She decided to take her time, enjoying every single heated droplet of water. She put her hands to her lips as took in a drink of the water.
Suddenly, her mind flashed of mouth on mouth in a tender kiss.
What was that, she thought.
She finished washing up and got out to dry off her body.
When her hands dried off her back, she saw another flash of hands holding another person's back as they stroked it sensually.
"What is going on?" she thought aloud.
Slipping on her robe, she took a seat on the bed and started to comb out her hair.
Another vision of hands entwining through hair.
Was she getting sick or something?
Jane went to the mirror and was checking out her eyes and flesh. She was not pale nor did her eyes seem bloodshot.
That is when her mirror showed her something that she did not expect to see.
A vision came to her magically or as an illusion in the mirror.
She found her champion Thor was standing tall and looking down. His armor and shirt were revealed as though he were standing right in front of her.
"Thor," she smiled. "Can you see me?"
But her moment of joy was shattered when she finally saw that he was looking down upon Sif, the lady warrior who had come to save him. She was kissing him as she sat upon a bed in what appeared to be nightclothes.
Thor came down to take her into his embrace and resumed kissing her.
Her heart broke into thousands of pieces. He had promised that he was going to come back for her.
They had a deal.
The moment when they said good-bye played out in her head again.
"I must go back to Asgard, but I give you my word, I will return for you," Thor had uttered his last words to her. "Deal?"
They had kissed and that is when Jane lost it.
Jane was furious as she screamed loudly, burying her hands into her wet hair. She threw her brush into the door of her prison.
She whipped her clothes onto the floor and tossed the bottle of wine; shattering it against the wall.
Her laptop was going to be next, when she noticed that the countdown clock was ticking and transcended below six hours remaining.
She had less than six hours to surrender to Loki and bring the cube to him.
Jane wondered what he would do to her if she just walked in and surrendered to him. Would he kill her for not bringing the second object he wanted? Would he be lenient in his attack if at least she was with him?
Only one way to find out.
She searched through the bags of clothes and found a long black duster and the perfect outfit to wear to Osborn Manor.
Jane took a few minutes reapplying her make-up that she had just rinsed down the drain. She added some glowing sparkles above her eyes to make her more beautiful and appealing for him.
She slipped on her dress and the duster. Taking a pair of black heels, she would put them on once she was free of the prison.
Jane went back into panic room and found the laundry chute that was mentioned before she was locked up. It was her failsafe if for some reason someone had found a way to break the locks to the panic room.
The door of the chute was opened when she yanked down the lever. She crawled underneath the swinging door and saw a large fire-pole down the middle of the shaft. She grasped hold, swung her legs around, and lightly slid down the polished metal surface.
Tony Stark was passed out asleep in his bed with his wife Abby at his side. It had taken her awhile to get to sleep with the time change from Pacific to Eastern Standard, it was proving to be an adjustment for her.
But with all the chaos going on he wanted to be near her and vice-versa.
But she was asleep and he was finally able to do the same by her as well.
"Sir," JARVIS's voice echoed overhead.
"Not now Jarvis," Tony replied.
"Sir, the emergency shaft has been opened in the panic room," JARVIS told him. Tony snapped awake.
"What is it?" his wife asked.
"Jane's doing a runner," Tony shouted and flung off the comforter. "Stay here. JARVIS, initiate tower lockdown." He went running into the closet, down the stairwell, and to the room.
He had quickly thrown on his elastic flight suit top to his Iron Man uniform while he ran.
Once to the floor, he slid his card through the card reader and opened the door.
Jane was nowhere around, but a mess was left behind. The wine he had brought down oozed and stained the far wall, her clothes were tossed ragged around the room, and he saw that the laundry chute door was unsealed.
He peered down to see if he could see her. "Jane," he howled. Then he remembered where this shaft led. "Basement," he said and went dashing back. "Basement parking."
He returned to Abby sitting up. "Call security babe. Tell them to meet me in basement parking."
He ran out of the condo and to the elevator.
Jane continued to slide down the shaft and finally found that she was getting close to the bottom. The pole actually ended when it reached the end of the shaft.
Once she saw that she was going to land in a pile of sheets and towels, she let go and plummeted the ten feet to the cart below.
It was a hard, but cushy landing.
The alarms were going off in the parking garage so no doubt Tony was aware she was trying to run.
She grabbed her heels quickly and went running for the parking garage exit.
The cage was coming down to seal her in.
It was not easy in the dress and duster, but at least she was not far. She crouched down and got underneath the door before it closed.
"Hey!" she heard a voice call out to her.
The door was sealed however and would not go back up.
Security was there to yell at her.
"Jane!" Tony Stark shouted. "Jane, get back here!"
Her superego was telling her to stop, but her id and ego were telling her to run and run now.
"What am I doing?" she whispered aloud.
She looked back to Tony Stark.
"You cannot be outside," he told her. "You cannot go to him. You don't know what he is capable of."
"I know what his brother his capable of," she told him. "He broke my heart and I got to watch it like some sick home video. I will go to someone who will protect me and at least keep his word."
Jane flagged down a cabbie and climbed in. "Osborn Manor," she told the driver.
Tony Stark and his team watched as Jane Foster had driven away in the cab, no doubt on her way to Loki's castle.
What did she mean when she said "Thor broke her heart." He thought that she wanted to go back to him and be safe from Loki.
"God help us all," Tony uttered and knew that he needed to report in to Fury; expecting to be royally chewed out by him.
Osborn Manor - Loki's fortress
Jane Foster, cloaked in the long black duster with her hood pulled over her face, walked very calmly from the taxicab that dropped her off just outside the security barrier that outlined the tall skyscraper with the castle adorning the top.
Tearlines and blurs of eyeliner stained her cheeks and corner of her eyes. Her hands trembled in the chilled air as she clinched them together tightly to stay warm.
She walked, step over step, toward the armed security guards that surrounded the building to the God of Mischief.
The crowds that were corralled in a fence area got quiet when they saw her approach. Their signs dropped and their chants for her surrender muted.
He had given her till midnight on the third day to respond to his demand of joining him or he would begin his onslaught of New York.
The guards saw her walking and approached the entrance with their rifles at the ready to strike her down if she was an enemy.
She pulled the hood back lightly so they could see it was her. "I believe that your master is expecting me," she said to the guard.
"Search her," the deep voice from behind the dark visor ordered.
Jane was scanned with a metal detector and her cloak was pulled aside to make sure that she was not packing. She did not have anything on her, not even a nail file.
The people were whispering that she was surrendering. Some were in shock while some were grateful. She even heard a couple shout, "About time," with a expletive word at the end.
"Take her in," the guard said.
One of the enforcers grabbed her forearm and "guided her" into the lobby toward the elevator.
"Stand here," the man ordered.
She readjusted her hood so to keep herself covered until she was before Loki.
The mirrored doors opened.
"Enter," the man said and she did as she was ordered. The guard stood along the wall watching her as she stood standing still while staring at her reflection.
It was one of those express elevators that went fast toward the castle on top. Not that a master of magic would need an elevator to go up and down a building, so it was probably for the Osborns who owned the building prior to Loki taking up residence there.
The pair arrived to the tower's penthouse floor.
Grabbing her arm like before, the guard escorted her from the elevator, down the steps to the floor, and they paused on a large symbol engraved into the carpet. She was trying to get him to loosen his grip on her arm, but it was of no use.
Jane looked ahead of her and saw who she thought was Prince Loki looking out the large glass window. Spotlights and helicopters that patrolled around flashed off the glass at him.
His silhouette stood there holding his long golden staff in his hand.
"Master," the guard called out to him.
Loki turned around, his emerald cape wrapping around his legs as he stood there to stare at them.
"This woman says that you were expecting her," the guard said.
Loki stood there when one of his guards had brought someone, no Jane Foster to him. He could tell from her aura.
She was little early, he thought. But what surprised him more was the fact that she had come at all.
He figured it would take one more attack on the Earth and she would then surrender to him.
With a wave of his hand, the hood was brushed away from her head. Her hair was lightly curled and pulled back by a sparkling headband.
"Good work," he told the guard. "You can release her now. Can't you see you are harming her?"
Jane shook her arm away from the grip of his brute. "Thank you for the bruise," she snapped to the guard.
He tried to smack her with the butt of his rifle, but Loki whipped his staff out and disintegrated the man before any harm could come to her.
"Sometimes humans can take their jobs too seriously," he told her. "I do apologize."
She was looking at the red mark on her arm. "It is going to leave a mark," she told him as he drew closer to her.
Loki took the backs of his fingers and brushed her soft skin ever so delicately across the mark.
It slowly faded into nothing.
"Thank you," she replied.
Their eyes were locked with one another even as he went around behind her. He took in a deep inhale of her hair, fresh and clean, with a fruit scent to it.
His fingers brushed alongside the sides of her neck. She was not retreating from him, which was yet another pleasant surprise.
"I have to admit," he said as he began to walk away from her, "I did not think you would surrender so easily."
"I have sort of had a change of heart," Jane Foster replied. "I may not have the cube for you, but I am hoping that you will keep your word and take me as consolation."
"Elaborate," he wanted to know. "Tell me why you have surrendered so willingly; considering the last time we spoke you would rather have choked on your own vomit than be with me."
"I was in my hiding space when I looked into a mirror and I suddenly saw a magical image," she told him.
He was pouring two challises of wine for them. "What did you see?" he asked, though it must have been something powerful to have her standing before him.
"I saw Thor," she said, "and he was with Sif."
"That is no surprise," he replied. "She is a warrior, he is a warrior…of course they would be…" He looked to her. "Unless you are referring to something a little more intimate as in being together."
Jane put a hand to her face to try and blot away tears from her eyes.
Leave it to his brother to do his dirty work for him. Perhaps Jane seeing what she saw would bring her to him at last.
"They weren't actually making love yet," she said to him, "but it was clear that they would be. God, how can I be so stupid?" she shouted. "I knew that he could not love me."
Loki came to her with the challis. "Drink this," he said. "It will help you to feel better."
"Why? Is it poisoned or enchanted?" she asked.
"Now Jane. I think it would be a little presumptuous of me to try and poison you since you came here willingly. Come now, you do not need to be passing out."
She took the wine to her lips and took down the smooth red liquid. It was true that it was not poisoned or enchanted. He had poured it as a method of celebrating with him.
He took the challis from her trembling hands so to get more.
"Wait," she called out to him. "I do not want you to think that this is a way of getting me drunk so I will sleep with you again."
"On the contrary," he replied. "I now know that you are here of your own free will. The first time was to gain your trust."
There was the sound of Jane unzipping the long duster from the top to the end. She dropped the jacket down to the floor revealing a black short nightdress that was covered in a nearly transparent chiffon cover that draped to her ankles. The straps on her shoulders shimmered as the silk appeared painted over every single curve.
If they were on Asgard, she would have been mistaken for a dark goddess; one that could even rival his daughter Hela.
"Well," he said. "I have to say that I am surprised. All dressed up and the only place you had to go was to my tower." He had to admit that she was radiant in her appearance, but he would not be swayed by her.
Jane came to him and took the challises from his hand; placing them back on the table. "I have nowhere to go for safety other than you," she told him. "I am yours to do with as you want."
Loki could not help but want to smile as he turned his frame to face her. Their bodies were near touching.
Gently, his hands brushed the veils of the gown and met her hands that were at her sides. He took them gently in his and brought them upward.
"Are you swearing your allegiance to me?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said as her eyes scanned his face.
"Do you understand what I can do to you if you attempt to betray me?"
"I assume that you would kill me," she replied.
His released his concentration on appearing as a human allowing his flesh to turn blue and the carvings as a Jotun to match his black and scarlet eyes appear.
She gasped, but she did not pull away.
"I assure you my dear, you will beg for death if you betray me," he told her in a very demanding voice.
However, instead of running away from him in fear, she brought her mouth to his and kissed him.
Honestly, he was not prepared for Jane to kiss him and was in a pleasant shock in her surrender to him.
Loki dropped her hands from his and took a hold of the back of her head under her curls. He could tell that she was not acting. He could feel and taste her passion for him.
His body slowly returned to normal as her arms wrapped themselves securely around his neck to where he actually had to lift her up into his embrace. One arm wrapped her shoulders while the other wrapped around her waist.
Was this a result of the wine or was she in this for the revenge against his brother? Not that Thor would be able to see it due to the cloak around his fortress.
Jane had to take a breath and their foreheads were against one another. Her warm exhales beat against his face.
"Take me as your queen Loki for I am yours," she whispered to him, "to do with as you please."
Loki smiled.
He spun them around, her legs serving as a tail behind her, before he scooped her up into his arms and carried her away from the central meeting / throne room toward a set of stairs that lead to a loft.
A rifle scope was locked on to the fortress of Loki, the so called God of Mischief that was living his high life in his fortress upon a sky-scraping tower. He was spinning around the woman who was identified as Jane Foster.
She had been under strict orders to not engage the enemy Loki or take him on his offer to join him by SHIELD itself. She was to remain where she was stashed and wait for further instructions.
Apparently, she was going against her orders because she was now in the arms of the god, kissing him, and now was being taken to his bedroom.
SHIELD snipers were there to monitor his behavior and make sure that he was honoring his agreement of not attacking the Earth until Foster surrendered. If he did not live up to his end of the bargain, they had orders to attempt to terminate him.
But now Foster was with him and it was a joyous moment for the both of them, from what they saw and recorded on the monitor at their feet.
Once they were out of sight, they turned on the infrared scopes on, but were not prepared for what they were doing.
They could not watch much longer as the images were becoming explicit.
"What do we do?" one of the snipers asked the other.
"Call it in," the second sniper replied. "There is nothing we can do now."
SHIELD: Auxiliary Base
Commander Nick Fury was there to watch the infrared images that were fed directly to him through the sniper unit he had deployed on a rooftop not far from where Prince Loki had set up shop.
What was more disturbing to him was that Jane Foster had been able to sneak out of her panic shelter room and make her way to the residence and join him. She had to have known that it would worse for her to go to the palace and join him.
She would be his prisoner for all eternity and could be used as a weapon against her planet.
Foster did not take the threat seriously and was now coupling with the enemy.
Agent Phil Coulson was standing beside him as they were watching the images on the screens before them.
"What do we do now sir?" Coulson asked.
"We find out why she went there?" Fury answered. "Get on the phone with Dr. Selvig and tell him to find a way to contact that god of Thunder to come and deal with his brother. He is not to stop working until he does."
"Sir," his agent replied and walked away.
There had to be a reason why she had surrendered to him. What was that reason?
It did not take very long for Loki to assume control. Many of the realm's people were wanting a universal ruler. One that could not be bought by greed or agendas as the governments of the past exhibited. Many countries handed over control right away, but others, it took some time, but once they saw what Loki was doing in their countries to make it better, hundreds more jumped on the bandwagon.
Many countries however were refusing to surrender...those rulers "disappeared" once Loki's armies moved in.
Loki ensured that the presidents, parliaments, and other ruling bodies would continue their control, but every final decision was to be approved through him.
SHIELD seeing that Loki was not hurting any innocents began the communication process of working together for a great good. Many of the operatives joined Loki's elite guard and counsel. Darcy Lewis, recovered from her injuries, began to serve as royal adviser to the royals.
One evening, the tesseract was presented to him, its glass containment capsule placed delicately in his hands by Jane who became an emissary between SHIELD and Loki.
At a gathering of the United Nations leaders four months after his arrival, Loki was presented with a crown very similar to his helmet, but a little more subtle in design. All of his rank and privileges were bestowed upon him and control was handed over. Once his coronation was confirmed, Jane and Loki were joined in a marriage ceremony. After she was his wife, Loki presented his queen, Jane to the people and adorned her with a gemstone encrusted tiara upon her head.
And so began the first year in the rule of King Loki and Lady Jane Odinson.
This whole section in italics is a deleted scene that I have omitted due to length and would interrupt the flow. I will post it once Stockholm is complete and will either post as a bonus chapter or as a separate piece all together; still pondering my thoughts. Oh and this is NOT the end of the story! There is so much more coming!
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