A/N: So! This has been, thus far, a successful story! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed (I read every single one and love every minute of it), followed, favorited. I'm ghastly at answering reviews, so please know that even if you don't hear from me, I am so appreciative that you took the time to write one!

You may have noticed that I changed the cover for this story. That is the Kim Keever photo I had in mind that Jane gave to Loki for Christmas. It isn't the full picture, mostly the center of it, but it should give you an idea.

And now…Thor awakens…

Jane sat bolt upright at the words emanating from the hall. Thor was awake?! Holy fuck. She needed to get out of here, pronto.

Jane looked around, swallowing furiously, rubbing her face, brushing her hair back, and checking for morning breath.

Loki was stirring. She stood up.

"What…?" he yawned.

"Oh! Oh Loki! Jane! Thor is awake!" and Frigga ran up the stairs.

This stopped him, and he looked at Jane. "Well. It appears that Thor is awake."

"I've heard," Jane replied.

He nodded, and he rose as well. "I…well. I need to get home for a tick. Please tell Frigga and Odin that I'll meet them at hospital within the hour," and he went to leave.

"Loki," Jane croaked. Shit. She didn't mean for her voice to sound like a goddamn bullfrog.

He turned toward her, his eyebrows raised.

"Thanks. For the present," she played a bit with the ring. She supposed she could put it in the mail for him tomorrow.

He nodded and smiled at her. "Merry Christmas, Jane soon-to-be-Odinson."

"Loki! Are you leaving?" Frigga was fully dressed, approaching him in the hall. "Your brother will want to see you…"

"I'll be there by nine, mother. I want to get home and shower," he explained.

"Oh, alright," and the frazzled Mrs. Odinson left him there, turning to Jane.

Loki slipped out, Jane following him with her eyes.

"Jane! Would you care to freshen up before we leave?" she looked her over quickly. "Oh, but you are so lovely…it won't matter!" she considered her a moment. "But a brush through your hair wouldn't go amiss," she whispered.

Jane blushed and ran her fingers through her "I've just slept on Loki" hair. "Um…" time to spill. "So, Frigga…"

"Coffee, dear? It isn't Heimdall's, but he'll be here any moment," she paused. "Maybe I should wait for him to brew it," she thought a second, "Oh hang it. I'll just follow the directions."

"Um, whatever is fine," she swallowed. "But, I…" and she poured herself some water from the sink.

"Morning dearest," said Odin, entering the kitchen. "Jane! Still here? Did you sleep on the sofa all night with Loki? He isn't very comfortable, you know. Rather bony."

Jane spat out the water she was drinking.

"Odin! You've caused her to get all wet!" she handed the blushing Jane a towel, Jane herself continued to be mortified at the sexual innuendoes. God Jane, get your head out of the gutter. "And Loki is not bony, as you put. He's…lean," and she nodded.

"Bony," Odin shrugged, and he left to ready himself.

"I did, yeah. But it was fine," Jane poured herself some coffee. "Um…there is something I need to talk to you about, though."

"Don't you dare talk wedding planning without your fiancee present," came Heimdall's voice.

Jane turned and admonished him with a glare. "You know Heimdall, you really have the best timing."

"It's a gift," he replied, helping himself to some coffee. He sipped it. "What is this swill, Frigga?"

"Oh hush. We can get some more at MGH," she left the kitchen. "Coming?" she called. "Oh, and Jane. Don't worry about the soup. I know that was what you were about to say, and honestly, no one expected you to cook, dear," and she left.

Jane took Heimdall's sleeve. "I was about to tell them," she hissed.

"Don't I know it," he replied, dumping the coffee into the sink.

"Well…why did you interrupt?"

"Wouldn't you like to give Thor a chance?"

"He doesn't even know who I am."

"Formality," Heimdall took his arm and began to leave.

"Heimdall! I need to come clean! This is killing me!" she was desperate. She had promised herself to rid her mind of this lie, but then Loki gave her a ring, and she almost kissed him…and she fell asleep on him…and it was so nice…

Stop it Jane.

"What a lovely ring," observed Heimdall, in an apparent attempt to read her thoughts.

Damn. He was good. "What the actual fuck Heimdall."

He smirked, and left the kitchen.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck…

"Jane? Coming?"

"I…" of course you're going, Jane Foster. Idiot. "Yeah!" and she heaved a heavy sigh and left the kitchen to retrieve her coat, but only after she ran to the bathroom, used mouthwash, and brushed her hair.

There.

Perfect for meeting your fiancee who doesn't know you're his fiancee and telling his kick ass family as well as the man you are desperately in love with that you've totally been lying to them for a month.

Well, maybe not desperately in love with…

But her mind drifted to the night previous as Boston's streets whizzed by in the car…and the closeness of him, and his eyes on her, and the warmth of the alcohol, beckoning her toward him.

"Here we are!" Fridge announced.

"Here we go," Jane muttered, looking at Heimdall with a look she wanted acutely to bother him, but ended up glaring at him with the severity of a potato.

Heimdall chuckled at her and climbed out of the car.

The foursome made their way to room 307.

Loki was standing just outside.

"Loki! Why are you looming about? Go in and see your brother!" Frigga began to push him forward.

"I was waiting for all of you. It's a family affair, is it not?" he smiled.

"Don't be creepy, Loki," said Heimdall, and he followed them all.

Jane hung back a touch. She felt wretched. What would Thor say when he saw her?

Who the fuck is that? Are you sabotaging my family? Are you a fucking imposter? Father, close the bank accounts!

She swallowed.

She could just run for it…

"Jane! He's waking up!" Frigga called her in.

"We've established that, mother," Loki smiled through his words.

"She knows what I mean! He was napping," she looked at her oldest son reverently.

"Indeed. I know if I had been asleep for over a month there would be nothing that would suit me better than a nap," and they all laughed at Loki's joke.

Except Jane. She was swallowing her fear, wringing her hands and sweating a touch. Shit. Was her deodorant wearing off…? Eighteen hour protection, her ass.

"Thor…?" Odin was standing next to the bed.

The great blonde man's eyes were struggling.

"Even his eyes have trouble getting up," observed Loki. "Poor Jane. Luckily, modern science and pharmaceuticals have seen to this problem many men face…"

"Loki!" Frigga shrilly exclaimed. "I am your mother! Have some care!"

He laughed, and waited for Jane's rejoinder. But none came. Her eyes were fixed on Thor.

Of course they were. As they should be. He chastised himself and cleared his throat. It would do no good to seek her attentions now…

His eyes were focusing. There, his father, smiling warily at him. There, Heimdall, his eyes wide and taking it all in… there…someone…a nurse…? Loki, and Frigga…

Thor's eyes snapped back to the nurse. "Who…who are you?" he managed.

Frigga gasped.

Odin rolled his eyes.

Loki swallowed.

Heimdall cleared his throat.

Jane closed her own eyes, ready for the shit to hit the fan.

"He has amnesia," Frigga whispered. "Oh, Odin! Amnesia! Get the doctor, quick!"

"What?" Jane blurted out.

"Oh, Jane. Don't worry. This will all get sorted."

"But…"

"You heard Frigga, Jane," Heimdall began. "It will all get sorted. Why don't you go home and rest. We'll see you here later."

"But…" she was being ushered out by the massively impressive seer. "But I…"

"No buts Jane. Get yourself home. I'll text you," Heimdall smiled and stood aside to allow the doctor passage.

Jane stood there a moment.

Ridiculous situations. How did she end up in this ridiculous situation?

But she turned and left, determined to text Heimdall later. Maybe the infuriating man could tell the Odinson's himself and she could just eat some ice cream, cry a bit, and go back to work in another ten days like nothing had ever happened.

Except that it had, and she twirled the ring on her finger. It had, and Jane felt it…she had been touched, and that was not something one could easily shed, especially not when she had never actually been in love before.

No…as she walked to the corner to hail a cab (she didn't feel much like walking)…no, she hadn't really been in love before. She had thought she was, in her foolish youth, but it hadn't been like this…this was…this was…

"Hey, Jane. What's up?" Darcy leaned against the doorway as Jane fiddled with the keys.

"Oh, Hey Darcy," she opened her door. "Not much. Did you have a nice Christmas?"

"Mmm. It was ok," she slumped into the sofa. "Kinda boring. Family stuff," she picked up a book, opened it, shook her head, tossed it over her shoulder. "You? How's sleeping beauty?"

Jane had taken off her shoes and coat and went to brew coffee. She was exhausted. "Awake."

"Holy fucking shit," she sat upright. "And…so? Did you tell them?"

"Ah…"

"That's a no if I ever heard one. Come on, Jane. You need to tell those poor people."

"I know!" Jane yelled, and covered her face with her hands. "I was about to! But then Frigga made shitty coffee, and I forgot soup, and then there was a ring he gave me, and Thor has amnesia…but he really doesn't…he has ED."

"ED?"

"Erectile dysfunction."

"What. Did you like, fuck him right there…in front of everyone? Ew, Jane."

"No. He doesn't really. I mean," she paused. "I guess he could, but I'm pretty sure that Loki was kidding."

"Loki," and Darcy nodded as Jane handed her a cup. "This is about Loki, isn't it?'

"No."

"Yes it is," and she smiled that stupid toothy smile of hers.

And the bell rang.

"No! I mean…no," Jane got up to answer it. "No. It really isn't about…"

Opening the door…there was Loki. "Hello, Jane."

"…Loki," she breathed.

"Oh wow," said Darcy from the sofa. She stood up and went to the door. "So…I'll go," she leaned toward Jane. "That was an awesome trick, by the way," she whispered as Jane blushed. "Hey. Did you like your picture?"

"I…did, yes," he replied, slightly confused.

"I totally helped her get that. If it wasn't for me, you'd have an ugly sweater, too," she smiled. "I'll bring your mug back later, Jane."

Jane nodded and laughed. She closed the door. "So…coffee?"

"Thank you, yes," Loki walked in and sat on the sofa, in the exact same spot he had the last time he was there.

"Um…" she sat next to him at the far end of the sofa after handing him a cup with cream, just as he liked it. "So…I haven't checked my phone. Does Frigga want me?"

No. I do. "No…I came of my own accord."

"Ah…" and I might have just come without my own permission…wait. Can a person give an orgasm permission? No. Silly thought. "Well…was there something in particular, or just a friendly visit?"

He sipped. I want to spend as much time with you as possible so that I have things to work with later while I masturbate. "Thor has amnesia."

"Yeah. I heard."

"But he seems to only have amnesia with relation to you and your relationship with him."

Jane coughed. "Selective amnesia?"

"Odd. That's what Frigga said,' and he set his cup down.

"is that a thing?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Thing?"

"I mean…what did the doctors say?"

"They claimed that it is possible, though rare."

"Oh."

"Jane?'

Oh no. Oh no no no. "Yeah?"

He cleared his throat. "You are going to MGH later, right?"

"Um…"

"Because Frigga seems to think that you'll be too upset to go. I'm here because…because I want you to know that the family wants you there, whether Thor remembers you or not."

Oh my god. "That's really, really amazing, Loki. I appreciate that. So much."

He nodded, and got up. "So…I'll see you there later?"

"Count on it."

He looked steadily at her, and swallowing, turned to leave.

"Thanks for stopping by," Jane said.

He nodded, and left…

…and Loki walked down the sidewalk toward Cambridge. His hands in his pockets, his mind on Jane, his heart in his throat.