A/N: Thank you Sweetangelz18, JigokuShoujosRevenge, Kureiji-Kurai, Loria Amnekia, Mediatrix, Princess PrettyPants (great name), RAD092515, and Vivien The Killer (where do you guys come up with these usernames, I'm genuinely curious) for your support. Really appreciate the love, sending some you way with this chapter (hopefully). Thank you everyone for reading.
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"Hey, big guy!" Darcy shrieked, "Over here!"
She grabbed the closet weapon she could find, which happened to be a somewhat fancy fountain pen on the crushed desk next to her. She flung it towards the fuming intruder with the red cape. Not to mention the strange hammer infatuation, Darcy mentally chuckled. The pen hit the stranger only to fly back towards her. She saw the big guy's muscles flex as he turned around to glare at her, surprised to see Darcy just standing there. Darcy kept on her best poker face, but she wasn't exactly prepared for this.
SHIELD had trained her well. Her job wasn't to help identify criminals, not unless they were intergalactic alien rebels, coming to Earth with ill-intentions. Or any intentions, as far as SHIELD was concerned.
When Darcy figured out what SHIELD stood for, both conceptually and literally, she tried to laugh. The Darcy before wanted to call the bluff but she couldn't, because that Darcy was gone. She had become something else. Something bigger, apparently. She wasn't just Darcy anymore, no, this was Agent Lewis you were dealing with.
The hammer man stalked towards her, not expecting her to attack and he towered over her. She glared back and grabbed something from behind. The weapon isn't what shocked him; it was what the said weapon did. Agent Lewis pulled the trigger on her Taser and soon the God of Thunder was floored and quite literally shocked, electricity pulsing through him. His world then, went black. Darcy moved away, panting, looking around the destroyed room and the stunned SHIELD agents looking at her, mouths hanging open. She settled her Taser back into her now seriously filthy messenger bag on the ground beside her, and looked around at the damage.
The stranger had destroyed half of the second floor of the SHIELD headquarters and had multiple agents groaning in pain on the floor. Darcy picked up the hammer off the floor.
She didn't realize that in the entire room, apart from the God below her, she was the only person with that capability. She didn't realize what that meant.
Thor was in for a surprise.
But for now, the paramedics dragged the giant away as Darcy studied the hammer, then dropped it with a thud and shaking her head, followed the crew to find herself a band aid and some alone time.
I so did not sign up for this. Darcy wanted to say that out loud, from the beginning, to tell them all that she was an artist, not some spy. But this was her life now.
What she wouldn't do for a strawberry flavored pop tart right now.
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Two, warm strawberry pop tarts popped from the toaster, and Jane greedily plucked them out, replacing them with two more. This was one of Loki's favorite things to watch, besides trash-TV in which the mortals made a fool of themselves. He also loved watching Jane "cook" and eat. In the morning, Jane would fly out of her room in hunger and exaggerated desperation. Whenever Loki tried to converse with Jane in the mornings, before her pop tart fix, he'd have to endure some awkward silences while Jane ignored him completely. He decided he wasn't too fond of those awkward moments, so he every morning, as soon as Jane's alarm went off at 5, Loki also got up from his couch and settled on the stool by the kitchen island to watch Jane flutter like a butterfly around the stainless steel, quietly containing his amusement as he absorbed her look of bliss every time she bit into the frosted tarts. Although that was all she ate, she always made Loki a decent meal. Jane wasn't sure how far Loki's recovery was along, but she didn't want to slow it down by depriving Loki of "necessary" nutrients. But deep down, she also loved watching Loki appreciate her food.
Being a woman of accuracy and patience, Jane was capable of engineering, sorry, cooking any recipe that she found. But before she only had herself to feed so the culinary experiments were a waste, really. Now, she had Loki, who seemed to love everything she made.
Jane was oblivious to the fact that Loki's love for her cooking had little to do with the taste of the meal and a lot to do with the chef that made it.
Loki watched Jane whip him an overly formal, five-star restaurant type omelet which took her 30 minutes to prepare. He watched her hum and dance around the kitchen.
One thing he noticed about Jane was that she was always herself. Sometimes, she seemed to forget that Loki was there at all. Whenever she would catch Loki staring, she would simply smile back and blush, and then go back into her own merry world. And Loki appreciated that. Everyone had always tried to keep an image up around Loki, but Jane was pure and innocent, with no agenda and a carefree view that Loki was still getting used to.
At breakfast, well, Loki's breakfast, Jane would occasionally drink some of Loki's juice or fork a bite from his plate while she endlessly talked to him about her research. She would show him her notes every day, even the personal ones she had hid from Darcy. Loki was impressed by Jane's ambitions and hard work. Half of Jane's equipment was created by Jane and she could remember what every button and beep meant, something Loki had a hard time understanding.
Today was like all the other days, but Loki wasn't bored. He would listen to Jane during breakfast and then spend the next 7 hours watching her work. Once he understood some of the mechanics, he began to help Jane. Sometimes she would leave him alone in the lab to work, while she went into town to get some food or clothes, usually for Loki. His mortal wardrobe was expanding; his armor and Asgardian attire remained buried in one of Jane's shelves. But now he shared Jane's only closet, he had the right half, she had the left.
The domesticity of their living arrangement was not lost on Loki; he recognized what his lifestyle had become. This was what he had always wanted, to have a partner who could share his time with.
The townspeople tried to ask Jane why she was purchasing men's underwear and clothing that was thrice her size. She always just shrugged and ran out of the store before they could accuse her of anything.
Jane would make an hour long lunch which Loki would always help out with. He made her Asgardian delicacies that were so delicious that Jane, who was normally picky eater, would have thirds and fourths of to the point that she couldn't move. She tried to duplicate his recipes sometimes, but it was never as delicious as his.
"Do you use magic or something? I'm doing exactly what you did, but something's always missing."
Loki simply stared in amusement as Jane slammed the spatula down on the counter and she looked at his detailed recipe which had ended up in her research journal somehow.
Jane was following the instructions perfectly, but she didn't know that the food Loki made for her was always drenched and thickly coated with all his love and affection for her. That, he guessed, was his secret ingredient. But Jane didn't need to know that, he believed. Not yet, Loki thought to himself as Jane took out her measuring cup, menacingly moving towards the pot as if the boiling food was some misbehaving child. Loki smiled at her deciding that he'd let her figure it out on her own.
He smoothly pushed Jane aside with his hip and gently took her to the table. Jane pouted at him and he just pouted back. Then he gave her his classic Loki wink and undid her apron. His swiftness as he reached across Jane made her heart flutter and she gawked at the sight of this perfect man in her ridiculous apron that read "Kiss the Chef" now standing before her, humming some ballad she had never heard. She had food in front of her within two minutes.
Loki noticed Jane's discomfort. He figured it was due to her failure with the food, so he distracted her with new stories of Asgard and the various realms he had seen. On napkins, Jane made him draw her pictures of anything she was unfamiliar with and then Jane would hang Loki's doodles on the refrigerator, all labeled and carefully framed with magnets.
After lunch, Jane usually worked with Loki on her Bifrost Theory, and now that she knew it was true, all she did was develop it further with whatever information Loki could give her. Loki asked Jane not to publish her work yet, he was afraid that other mortals might make ill use of that. Surprisingly, Jane listened and kept it to herself, which supported Loki's view of Jane's character. She was loyal and humble. She craved knowledge, like everyone, but not because she wanted power out of it. She was simply a curious girl, trying to make sense of her world, without trying to prove anything to herself or anyone.
Night time arrived, Loki's second favorite time of the day when the two laid together on the same grounds they had met on and stared at the stars. Loki entertained her with his little tricks and she entertained him with her childish excitement and appreciation. Jane would fall asleep everyday laughing in Loki's arms and he would tuck her in bed, and give her a goodnight kiss on her cheek, every single night, before retiring to his own bed on the L-shaped navy couch.
A month passed. Then another.
Physically, Jane was more comfortable around Loki, and much to Loki's delight, she had become very generous with her hugs and chaste kisses. Emotionally, she had accepted him as a part of her life and allowed herself to enjoy his warmth and closeness. She allowed Loki to sleep in the bed with her and the two always slept, holding each other tightly, always afraid to let go.
Loki had gone from a scary stranger to somewhat of an intern to being Jane's best friend to something more. They weren't pretending to be lovers and Loki being more chivalrous than most mortal men, made a note of being respectful towards Jane. They both craved each other's touch but rarely gave in, but when they did, sometimes all it took was simple hand-holding to make them both content.
The desert town had no idea what was going on in the little studio flat, but everyone left them alone. They didn't know about Loki and enough about Jane to not want to investigate.
No one was stopping them and they simply took their time. Loki knew everything about Jane Foster. He knew her past, he was her present, and he begged the heavens each night to be a part, hopefully a big part, of her future.
Jane felt like she was falling in love, but she wasn't exactly falling, it was more like floating for her.
But they both kept quiet. Neither one of them talked about what they were feeling, only showed it through their random everyday activities. Loki would cover Jane up on cold nights, hold her for the entire night and hum her to sleep whenever she grew restless. He would clean after her clumsiness, catch her every time she slipped, or spilled something. And Jane would always iron Loki's mortal clothing even though he wasn't going anywhere. Randomly, she would comb his hair with her fingers when he stepped out of the shower. She would make sure he was well-fed and happy, always asking him questions regarding his physical health, making sure he had enough pillows at night or that he liked the clothes she'd bring home for him. She made him random Midgardian sweets while he worked with her heavy machinery, congratulating herself whenever she could get an appreciative moan from him. He massaged Jane's tensed shoulders while she typed away at her laptop, mentally cheering anytime he got Jane to loosen up and allow his hands to travel and work through the stressed out muscles of her neck and back.
They weren't just good friends. And the boyfriend, girlfriend title was not enough, especially for Loki's standards.
They were more than a just couple. They were like a combined soul, two spirits, conjuring up one.
Living happily with, for, and because of one another.
Always in their own little world, tucked away in a small lab that now was truly a home, for not just Jane, but Loki too.
One afternoon, Loki was showing Jane his ability to transport himself from one place to another. The magic was driving Jane crazy but in a good way. She ended up chasing after him after he magically appeared behind her, stealing her hair tie, and then disappearing into thin air, scaring Jane out of her mind. She hollered after him, her hair falling on her face, blowing in the wind Loki had created with his movements. She tried to grab him, but he was too fast.
"Loki!" she whined, and finally Loki stopped right in front of her, and Jane threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, fiercely. Surprised, Loki stood still for all about half a second till he gave Jane a bone-crushing hug in return. She giggled when he blew the some of her loose locks off her face, and they smiled at each other.
A month ago, this would have turned into an awkward silence but now it was a comfortable one.
As they sat back down at Jane's desk, Loki muttered to himself, "I can't believe it."
"What was that?" Jane didn't hear him, but he just stared lovingly at his…at his…
My Jane, Loki decided, was the only appropriate title he could give her for now, I can't believe I'm finally home.
Oblivious to Loki's passionate stare, Jane bit her lip as she wrote about Loki's ability in her journal, her hand subconsciously coming up to hold his. Loki squeezed her hand and she smiled without looking at him, and then he knew that she felt something for him too.
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Thor woke up, chained to a small white bed. There was beeping next to him, the annoying sound irritating Thor tremendously. He tugged on the chains once and his hands broke free. He bolted for the door, running out, ignoring the alarm that went off. He felt Mjölnir's presence and ran through doors towards the dark room in which his hammer laid, next to a sleeping Darcy.
A/N: When I tried to explain to my younger brother about my pairing of Lokane, he literally scoffed at me, going, "What kind of a Thor fanfiction doesn't have Thor?" Clearly the point of "Lokane" didn't stick well with him. But then I decided to let Thor have some moments too. Anyways, thanks for reading, this is my idea of a romantic story, I don't know if the unromantic romance here was conveyed well so I actually need some feedback, because to me their love makes sense, but if you're having trouble understanding anything, seriously, let me know and I'll do damage control. It's my first time writing fanfic so stuff like kissing scenes are well above my capabilities, so if the romance is dry, now you know why (hey that rhymed). Thanks for reading, if you got something to say, say it! And stay tuned and take care of your lovely selves. Thanks y'all.