A/N: Virtual hugs to JigokuShoujosRevenge, Princess PrettyPants, alexma, and odinsdatter9 for the feedback, thank you so much for taking time to review; your words are always appreciated! Thank you to the followers too, the increasing stats really motivate me to write, so thanks.

If you're a high schooler in the US or Canada, I hope all your AP exam scores are wonderful and if they weren't, don't stress, just believe in yourself and know that our failures only make us stronger. Congrats everyone for surviving the 2014 APocalypse!

Now, back to Lokane (ps, I still don't own Thor)

Darcy woke up when she heard a bang. There was a hole in her door.

SHIELD had investigated the hammer and soon discovered that no one except for Darcy was capable to pick it up. After some research, they realized that the hammer wasn't just a mere tool, it was a powerful weapon with a name Darcy couldn't pronounce. Since she was the only one that could handle the hammer she nicknamed as "Meow-meow", and they let her keep it in her room so she could draw a detailed diagram of the weapon. To Darcy it seemed like a harmless oversized hollow hammer, but the other buff SHIELD agents' incapability to even move it made her do a double take. After all the muscular male SHIELD staff gave it their all, Darcy picked it up using her thumb and index finger, surrounded by astonished and now sweaty men with severely bruised and sore bodies and egos.

After her third sketch of the hammer, Darcy had fallen asleep. And that's how she woke up, surrounded by her sketches to find a huge hole in her door.

Then she heard the alarm go off. Darcy wasn't a combat agent, she was usually just an aid in investigations and she only fought when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like when she followed the others to "talk" to the guy dressed like some superhero. Hammer Man, Darcy had named him. But the fuming man refused to cooperate after SHIELD tried to shoot him with a tranquilizer, a stupid move Darcy saw coming. And then this Hammer Man sort of almost destroyed SHIELD.

It's probably him again, Darcy thought, and she buried herself in her covers and sketches, hiding in her bed, hoping no one would notice her absence. She silently prayed as she listened to the commotion outside. Don't make me get up, please, Pop Tart Lords, if you're up there, allow me a break, I'm so done for today. All I want is to sleep and a dream about Ryan Gosling, preferably shirtless, and then he's feeding me a ton of food, yeah, take-out noodles, a hamburger and some fries, I need a dip variety, a milkshake, please, God I'm starving, I want food so bad…

Darcy was almost drooling in the daydream about her food fantasy, almost falling asleep, when the intercom above her made a noise.

Darcy sleepily opened one eye. "God? Is that you? Did you bring me the sugar cookies?" she asked, hopeful.

"No, Ms Lewis, this is Agent Coulson, I hate to interrupt your nap, but we happen to be underattack and could use your help once this disruption is over, I suggest you head to the west wing ASAP Agent, if you want to keep your job."

"Is that a threat, Phil Coulson?" Darcy asked, glaring at the ceiling with her classic intimidating stare.

"Yes."

There was silence for a while.

"Fine, don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm coming," Darcy quietly muttered.

She checked her face in the mirror and then just waved her hand at her reflection not caring about what her 3 am look was. As she reached the door, she looked down and then walked back.

"Coulson, hold on a sec, I think I should wear some pants."

"That would be ideal Agent Lewis," was the reply, Darcy could practically hear the man rolling his eyes.

"Sheesh, the sass I have to deal with," Darcy murmured to herself as she put on her pajama pants and walked through the hole in her door, towards the west wing, only to find, on her way, the God of Thunder in a hospital gown, ready to attack her. And crap, she forgot her Taser.

Thor recognized her as the woman who had almost killed him, and using his hammer, he grabbed Darcy and yelled at the other agents, "I will kill her if you try to touch me again."

"Hey, let go of me!" Darcy yelled, struggling against Thor's hold, which was gentle but firm.

Nick Fury showed up out of nowhere. Darcy had met him once and she had decided that once was enough. Except here he was, glaring at Darcy as if it was her fault she was in this situation.

"Miss Lewis, what are you doing here?"

"Coul-Coulson, Agent Coulson called me to help. I think," she said, trying to find the familiar face in the crowd of SHIELD agents.

"Yes, after we had this under control. You should have stayed where you were."

This pissed Darcy off. The first time she'd met Fury, he looked at her like she was an inanimate object that he was in ownership of. And now he was treating her like a child.

"I was sleeping! Why are you being such an ass, can't you see I'm about to die?!" Darcy yelled at him. Thor loosened his grip, not sure what she was about to do. But Darcy didn't move away.

"I join your stupid organization where you try to promote world peace by killing anything that drops on this planet and I give you my word of secrecy and I haven't seen my friends or family for almost an f-ing year now and you have the nerve to be annoyed with me when I do what I'm supposed to? Well you know what Nick fucking Fury, I quit, cause you're an asshole and I'm done with this insane job," and with that Darcy turned on her heal, only to crash into Thor's chest.

"Dude, I don't care if you're here to take over this planet, I really need some R&R and if I don't get some, I swear, I will cut you." Thor just stared at Darcy whose eyes were bloodshot and was raging before him.

"Um, sweet maiden, I…I apologize," Thor looked down and stepped aside.

Darcy blinked.

"Hey, you wanna get outta here?" she whispered to him.

"Yes. I need to find my brother, he fell from the Bifrost and I've been looking for–"

"Kay bro, I don't need your life story, just keep that hammer up and drag me to my room, down the hall, on the right. I'll help you."

And with Darcy towing him, Thor moved back to Darcy's room, while the SHIELD agents followed them slowly, unsure of Darcy's plans.

Darcy knew she did not make the best decision by calling Fury an ass. And by quitting on the spot. Seriously, she sincerely regretted what she said. But this wasn't the first job she had quit with her overconfidence. And she had a feeling she broke a couple of major rules just now and she didn't feel like going to jail because of yelling at her boss. But she did want to quit. When Thor first came in, SHIELD had lured him in with the promise of helping him find a lost brother and then as soon as he came into the headquarters, they tried to blow up the poor guy. In her sleep-deprived state, she pitied him and decided that being an outlaw was probably better than working for an organization that worked like a freaking mafia.

The SHIELD agents held back their fire and to them it looked like Thor was dragging Darcy away, when in fact it was the other way around. They followed them to Darcy's room quietly and they found Darcy and Thor to have vanished into thin air within seconds, Darcy's personal items all gone.

Nick Fury fired away orders.

He needed Darcy back. Although she was never told this, her ability to draw everything with precision made her an important tool for SHIELD.

"Agent Coulson, I need you to find me Thor. We need to get rid of him before he hurts any civilians. And we need Miss Lewis back, alive preferably, before she hurts this organization with her big mouth."

"Oh sir, I'm afraid Agent Lewis' big mouth has already wounded many agents."

Fury smirked, "At least she's honest."

!

For the first time since Darcy had left, Jane watched a movie. She decided Loki needed to familiarize himself with the mortal world, since he wasn't going anywhere now.

"Loki, it's an all-time classic."

"Jane, it's about a ship sinking."

"Loki, The Titanic is about love."

"In a sinking ship. Tell me dear, why do you want us to watch mortal failures?"

"It's not about failure Loki. It's a tragedy."

"Yes, mortal stupidity is rather tragic."

"Hey, that's offensive."

"Jane, you know I hardly see you as a mere mortal."

Jane rested her head on Loki's shoulder as he pulled her in her arms, kissing her hair.

"I'm still a mortal though. And you're still a God. You're gonna live forever, and based on my eating habits, I should be lucky I don't die by the time I'm forty," Jane joked, but Loki didn't laugh.

He wanted to spend eternity with Jane but he always put down by the fact that Jane wasn't going to live for eternity. Her days were numbered and that scared Loki.

"My Jane," Loki said into her hair, making Jane's heart do a cartwheel, "why must you say such things?"

Jane smiled sadly at Loki, looking up at him, taking his pouting face in her small hands.

"I won't always be here Loki. You know that," she whispered.

But Loki didn't want to know that. He didn't want to think of a world without Jane. He hugged her again, trying not to crush her. She hugged him back, just as fiercely.

They watched the movie that night, without letting go of one another. Loki watched Jane as she watched the film, occasionally assaulting her cheek with his kisses. They never had full out make-out sessions, but for Jane, Loki's chaste pecks were enough. Today, they weren't very chaste, instead, Jane could feel a new urgency in them, as if the little touches were trying to devour Jane's essence as if she were fading away, right there in Loki's arms.

By the end credits, Jane was sobbing and the two didn't dare move away from one another. There was an air of melancholy as the two began to realize that their eternity was shortened. But unlike Rose, Loki would never let Jane go into the water, no, even Jane knew, Loki would conjure up some time loophole and managed to get them both out of the cold.

Whatever strategy Loki would've used to rescue them, one fact remained constant, he would never let Jane go. Ever.

A/N: I know it's a sad way to end the chapter, but it's the truth, isn't it? Anyone who has ever loved anyone, be it your partner or parent, we never want to let go of them. But our time is limited, so my friends, if you love someone, tell them and cherish them. This time limit puts fear into us but I think it's justified because it reminds and encourages us to love harder and more freely.

Thank you so so so much for reading, I'm very grateful to you all. Sorry for Darcy's harsh words, but the rating is T so you had it coming. And don't let the ending bring you down, remember, this is Loki we're dealing with. He's not going to give in to mortal conventions and traditions especially the ones regarding death.