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It had been about a day since Jane had escorted Loki to the guest room, in that time he had slept mostly and eaten nothing. Jane had considered asking him if he wanted anything, but then she decided that he could say something, she was not his nurse. And was not about to set up the pretense that she was now. Loki was a war criminal, ruthless and as coldhearted as the blade he'd used on his victims, and he was not to be trusted. In all honesty, Jane was still unsure why she had not called S.H.E.I.L.D, but in the past two days since he'd arrived, she had decided it was sentiment, her heart looking for good in the heart of another. And also, as much as she hated him, he was Thor's brother, and if anyone needed to deal with him it was his own people from his off world planet.

It was morning; Jane was placing some bagged coffee into the machine, snapping the drawer in the front of closed and pouring some tap water into the back. She waited in the haze of sleepiness, patient and leaning against her counter. She was already dressed for the day, in a pair of faded jeans and a black t shirt with a grey and blue plaid button up thrown over it. After the coffee finally stopped percolating she poured a cup of it and mixed in her cinni-bon creamer. Jane closed her eyes and smiled, it was so friggin delicious. If her life was a story, she would totally have told its readers to buy some cinni-bon creamer, it was heaven in a two dollar bottle.

With her coffee finished she padded over to her couch, and sat down to slip on her converses, half way through tying her second shoe she looked up and saw Loki. He was still wearing the same outfit, except now the deep green shirt was so disheveled and wrinkled along with his black slacks that he looked every bit as human as every man she'd ever met. He stood at the end of her hallway that stopped at the kitchen and living room entrance, he was barefoot and his hair was slicked back, with it looked like water.

Jane stood up immediately, "How did you get out of your cuffs?" she said louder than she had intended. Loki just smirked and then it broke into a wide skin crawling grin, "It'll take more than a pair of mortal handcuffs to keep me restrained." He had begun to walk into her living room toward her, Jane stepped back and practically fell backwards onto the couch. Loki smirked, to himself a small laugh just barely audible resonated from deep in his throat as he slowly circled the table and couch, hands clasped behind his back as he stared intently at Jane.

"Come now, Jane. Did you really think I'd be bedridden for days on end, like a pathetic mortal?" he was now inches from her. His wet hair falling forward as he leaned over her, one hand rested on the couch arm, boxing Jane in.

"No." then she jabbed him the side with her fist, all the wind knocked out of him as his side burned, and he fell forward onto the couch, Jane stepped out of the way. Loki laughed derisively, holding his side, he seemed overwhelmed with amusement.

"Well, perhaps you're not the fool I always took you for, Jane Foster." He responded, his voice turning into a bitter hiss at her name.

"Loki why are you here?"

"Why are any of us here?"

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

Loki paused, his eyes scanning her over for a moment, as if deciding she was worthy of his response, he tilted his chin slightly and smirked, "The Allfather thought it seemed fit to cast me out."

"And you're smiling because, why?"

"Because he sent me to the one place I can reclaim my rightful birthright, to rule."

"News flash Neopolean, you're mortal now. You could be taken down with the right bitch slap to the face." Jane responded as she placed her hands into the pocket of her jacket, she'd put on right before he entered the room, her fingers toying with the pocket knife that lay hidden in there.

Loki's grin faded and his eyes narrowed, slowly he rose again, "You would speak to me, a God with such meager threats and expect me to bow out?" his voice was venomous and rough. "No, Jane Foster I am not some Thor you can enchant with your mortal looks, I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

"Yeah?" Jane asked, closing the distance between them, her light brown hair falling from behind her ear framing her elegant face, she then jabbed the butt of the knife into his side again, making him yell slightly and fall back onto the couch. "Well, tell me if glorious purpose needs an Advil or something for the pain."

Jane knew she was walking a fine line, in fact she had completely stepped off the line of acceptable a few minutes ago, it was miles behind her. But somehow she couldn't stomach the option of being manipulated by the fallen Asgardian, she'd rather risk her life, which in all honestly she'd risked from the moment she invited him inside.

Loki was still hugging his sides with his arms as Jane leaned down as laid the back of her hand against his forehead, it was still burning hot.

"You have a fever." Loki just looked at her, arms still hugging his middle, Jane walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of thermaflu and walked back into the living room and tossed it at him, "Here."

Loki caught it effortlessly, and looked at it questioningly, one eyebrow raised at the fluid. Jane walked back over toward him and sighed, "Look, you're clearly still sick. And as far as I can tell half, actually I'd wager the entire country of America wants your head on a block. You need a place to stay and I'm offering it, I have S.H.E.I.L.D on speed dial, so try anything and I'm express mailing your ass to Fury."

"How much of this do I drink?" Jane frowned, but accepted his lack of argument with her previous statement as him agreeing, as much as she could expect.

"Measure out to half the cap and then some, you're a lot taller than me so about three quarters should do it." Loki poured it into the cap and then looked back at her, locking eyes with her as he downed it like a shot, cringing slightly at the flavor.

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After Loki had taken the medicine, he passed out barely thirty minutes later on the couch, Jane had over prescribed him so she could make the drive into Denver to pick up some groceries. When she returned almost three hours later he was still sitting on the couch, his head leaning on the back of the couch as he slept.

The encounter she'd had with him this morning was unnerving, while she was in Denver she'd gone by Darcy's and asked to borrow her Taser. When her friend asked she responded she didn't like being in Denver at night without protection, Darcy had agreed but seemed skeptical about Jane's reasons, but Jane had not budged on her cover story, leaving Darcy no room to argue as she handed it over.

Jane walked quietly past the sleeping god of Mischief, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter and turning back to him. He could not be comfortable, he sat with his head leaned back awkwardly and his legs about four miles apart from each other. She walked over and nudged his shoulder, "Loki, hey, wake up.."

Loki's eyelids where far too heavy, like some supernatural gravity had been forced upon them, grudgingly he opened them. His mind was unfocused, and he started worrying about weird things, such as all the lights in the entire world shutting off all at once. The couch felt like it was sucking him into it, molding and forming to his back, what the hell had she given him?

"Why do I feel like.." he couldn't finish the sentence, words were too much of an effort. Jane had ignored him and started trying to pull him up, once he stood he felt like a cloud, light as a feather and unsteady in taking steps to his bedroom.

Jane walked him in and this time pushed him forward slightly before she got too close too the bed, he slumped down onto it, groaning loudly as he tried to pull himself up to a pillow. Jane had once seen Darcy take cold medicine for the very first time and she had taken her directed amount, not over like Loki had, his newly mortal, or seemingly, she reminded herself, mortal body was not used to medication.

Jane sighed and walked over to the bed and dragged a pillow from the top and tossed it at him, he grappled with it for a moment, which was decidingly one of the most amusing things she'd seen in months. Finally comfortable he seemed like he'd drifted off, perhaps if she drugged him every day she would never have to worry about it, just lock him up in the guest room and go about her life as she had before his appearance.

She laughed to herself at the thought and turned to leave when she felt pressure on her wrist, she stopped and turned. Loki was still laying down but he was holding her wrist, not heavily just lightly. Better sense told Jane to just wrench her wrist from him and walk out of the room, but she also knew he was in no state to cause her any immediate threat. So she sat at the edge of the bed, "What?" she said, sounding uncertain and uncomfortable.

He pushed himself up and leaned closer to her, his face level with his, she was fighting the impulse to lean away, trying to keep at the strong defiant stance she'd illustrated earlier to him.

"Why do let me stay?"

"I told you already.." Jane said, unable to keep herself from tilting away just slightly at this. But Loki seemed unaware of the fact he was invading her personal space, he leaned closer, his voice a heavy lilt as he continued, "You know what I'm capable of, I could kill you in a moment.."

"I could kill you as well." Jane stated, becoming increasingly aware of his breath against her lips, that's how close he was. Loki brought one hand to her face and his eyes focused from her own to the side of her face his knuckles stroked. "But you won't.."

Jane was like a deer in headlights, she was immobilized by the sudden contact, his hand was cold against the warmth of her cheek. He let it linger for a moment longer, his eyes slowly came back to her own.

"Loki you should lay back down." She found her voice after he broke the contact, but then his nimble fingers were tucking a stray hair behind her ear, at this her voice cracked.

It had been so long since she'd seen Thor, kissed Thor, honestly, since she'd kissed anyone. Loki was out of his mind drugged, and he was getting closer to her every moment.

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He felt so warm and comfortable, touching her skin he'd felt vibrations shoot down his arm and all over his body, moving his fingers and hands felt fluid and effortless, but so good, like some sort of warmth has filled his entire form. In actuality, it was very similar to being drunk, is how he would describe the sensation coursing through him. Like he could pass out at any second, but only once he willed it. Her eyes were so warm and bright, almost unnaturally bright for any human's eye color. And her hair was so soft, the stray strand had bothered him for some reason, so he'd returned it to its proper place behind her ear. She was so fragile…human, unaware of the uncertainty her eyes showed to him.

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Jane pressed to palms against his chest and shoved him away, Loki fell onto his back and stared at Jane only for a moment till his eyes closed. This was getting way too weird; she needed reinforcements or some advice. Jane had never met Loki until just a few days ago, but with her heart a flailing mess of abandon since Thor's promise had stuck to it like a thorn almost two years ago, she'd never quite moved on. And all she could think was this was Thor's brother, and she couldn't look at him without thinking of Thor, and realized that Thor was who she needed to speak to, now more than ever.