Hey all, I got bored again but I'm not sure where I'm going on everything else, so here's another prompt!

Prompt: Stars

From: avengers-tables . livejournal under 50-word prompt (yes, I do intent to use all 50 words)

Pairings: Jane/Thor, Sif/Loki, Fandral/Darcy (one-sided), Darcy/Clint

A cold breeze cut though the air, chilling all it touched. In retaliation, Jane pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders, staring up at the starry sky. She couldn't help it, couldn't help but wonder what was beyond and how to get there. How to get to Thor.

It had been nearly three months since Thor had been swept up in the Bifrost and disappeared. None of them knew what had happened, but somehow Jane just knew that Thor wasn't staying away through any will of his own. Which was why she had dedicated the last few months to attempting to find the wayward Asgardian Prince.

Still, there were times when the task felt monumental. Impossible. Really, how can one cross dimensions in space? How could a simple mortal do it, if a god can't? In those moments, she felt overwhelmed.

Why is how Jane came to sit on the roof of the old gas station-come-lab in which she stationed her work. Staring up at the stars.

A sigh crossed her lips as she traced the consolations, Thor heavy on her mind. And she wondered, not for the first time, if he was staring at the stars and thinking of her as well.

Thor restrained from allowing the heavy breath held in his chest go. It was hard, truly hard. Especially when he looked to the stars and all he could remember it seemed was Jane's love for the glowing pinpricks of energy. The stars which she traced and knew by heart.

For a moment, the memory of sitting on her roof-top sanctuary with her, staring at the stars and drawing for her a map of realms, rose unbidden to his mind. And with it, tears. Tears of longing for the woman he had been forcefully kept from. Tears for the brother he had lost in all this madness.

"Oh Jane, how I miss you," muttered the Thunder God in dismay. Turning his head, he examined the progress which had been made in reconstructing the Bi-frost. Of course it wouldn't be done for a good deal longer. Perhaps too long.

The heavy breath grew in his chest again, and this time Thor let the air rush free of his body. A man, even an immortal, could only take so much pressure before he caved. With the release of his breath, some of the longing eased from his body, though not his soul. He wasn't sure the longing could ever be eased from his soul.

With thoughts of training slowly replacing his thoughts of Jane, the Asgardian Prince turned from the railing of the balcony and back towards the palace. As he moved inwards however, he caught sight of a woman, his dark-haired shield maiden friend, staring up at the stars.

Sif wanted to hit something. She had never been a woman obsessed with men or love and she prided herself on that fact. Love, marriage, she cared for none of it. Or at least, she hadn't prior to somehow finding herself attracted to the second prince. The trouble-making trickster.

Still, she knew he could be sweet. He'd shown her compassion and love many times before this whole mess began. She knew of his jealousy though, knew there was reason for it. The inequalities within Odin's home weren't well know except by those closest to the family. She felt the pressures placed on Loki and knew, perhaps better than anyone else other than Loki himself, how isolated the youngest prince had been.

Staring up at the stars which burned bright in the sky, she couldn't help but wonder how her lover was. Where he was. Everyone said he was dead but she knew it wasn't true. Somehow, it just didn't seem possible. Loki was too clever to die so easily. Too strong.

Loki...

Darkness was all he could see. Darkness of the void. Total lack of light. Infinity itself. The beginning and the end. The starless world between worlds and space between space.

Please, this is becoming ridiculous. I must find a better way to occupy my mind than poetically renaming my environment.

Such a wish wasn't hard to achieve as his thoughts quickly shifted to Sif and his mind immediately became so focused as to the point that he thought he actually heard her voice whispering his name.

Loki...

"Oh Sif, what have I done?" wondered Loki aloud, for there was no other to hear his monolog. Well, that at least was a boon. Though talking to ones self was a sign of mental instability. Eh, it wasn't as if he always pretended to be perfectly sane to begin with.

Still, his minds continued to wander to his beautiful shield maiden and friend. Her dark hair, steely eyes that could melt into molten pools of fire with the right words. Not to mention her temperament. Such a beautiful thing, seeing her explode at an unsuspecting individual who had drawn her temper. That fiery, untamed nature was one of the first elements of her being which drew his attention. Coupled with her determination and vicious spirit, those three elements managed to strike him over the head both metaphorically and literally at a young age. He had found himself smitten with the beautiful Sif before his brother even knew that women existed.

Thoughts of Sif soon shifted to thoughts of his brother and the Warrior's Three. Of the adventures they had together. For a brief moment, the world itself brightened as a tear emerged not far away, flashing a glimpse of some worlds night sky, filled with stars. Briefly, he wondered if any of the others were staring at the same stars. Such a thought drew great longing for his home from Loki, and the people who resided there-in.

"Except Fandral," muttered Loki darkly, thinking of the blond warrior with his pertinence for flirting with anything that moved. "He, I could gladly go the rest of my life without ever seeing again."

Fandral sighed as he lay in one of the fields around Asgard, staring up at the stars. They winked at him, glittering in the darkened night. Within his mind, he could see the stars forming into the face of a glasses-wearing brunette woman he had met but briefly on Midgard, and found himself falling for.

Hard.

The whole situation wasn't new for the blond warrior. In fact, he often found himself fawning over one female or another and that they often showed him the same attention in return. He was amazingly beautiful after all, and a great warrior. Still, this woman was drawing from him a very different sensation.

Since first laying eyes on her curvacious form, dark hair, creamy skin, and shocking blue eyes, no other woman had entered his mind. The most beautiful maiden in Asgard seemed to pale in comparison to the young brunette's beauty. Even now, he longed to look deep into those blue eyes and kiss those red, red lips.

"Oh Lady Darcy, when the bridge between our worlds is complete again, I will find my way back to you and sweep you off your feet," he swore firmly. "You're beauty and grace will be the envy of all of Asgard, as well as for the arm off of which you hang."

Smiling up at the stars above, Fandral closed his eyes and allowed thoughts of his dark-haired lover to enter his mind as he dreamed of reaching for her through the stars.

Darcy lay on her back in the desert, staring at the sky while cuddled, naked, beneath a blanket. Beside her, Clint Barton, a.k.a Hawkeye, shifted close to her again and lay a kiss on her shoulder. His arms were wrapped tightly around her and his head was nestled in the crook of her neck.

"So why did we need to come out into the middle of no-where again?" grumbled Clint, his muscles flexing with every minor movement. "Especially when you have a perfectly usable bed back at the lab?"

She smiled some and rolled onto her side to face him. "Hey, it was worth it right?"

"No arguments," agreed Clint, a cocky grin spreading over his face. "But, it seems like we could have been more comfortable."

"Yeah," agreed Darcy. "But, I didn't want to do it at the lab 'cause Jane's there and that would feel like bragging when her own hunk o' Godly man-meat is off on some other planet."

Clint made a noise against her neck. "That's considerate of you."

"That and I don't want to break her mind anymore than it is," added Darcy with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we did was more than Janey coulda stood to see if she accidentally walked in on us."

A bark of laughter was Clint's response. "So, I don't have to worry about any godly boyfriends with you, right?"

Darcy snorted slightly. "Please, what kind of god would notice an intern like me?"

Yes, I did write this on Valentine's Day. The whole 'star-crossed lovers' theme seemed like a good one to roll with today. Hope everyone enjoyed this.