Chapter 2- Someone to Talk to

So this chapter turned out much different than I had planned but I like what happened and I hope that you will too. So read enjoy and feel free to tell me your thoughts at the end on it. and a huge thank you to everyone that has read reviewed (that's you too anonymous guest) faved, followed, all of you! I'm writing this in my spare down time between studying and it makes me really happy to know that you are all liking it! Thanks again.

Jane hid behind her book for a good fifteen minutes before she braved talking to Mr Tall Dark and Handsome again.

"OK look here Mr. Tall-," she started.

"That is not my name," he cut across her. Thank God he did, she thought, I almost slipped up there.

"Well tell me your name then," she fired back with a slow growing irritation.

"I do not believe I wish to," he countered with a slow grin. Jane breathed in deeply then puffed out her cheeks as she let it out. She looked at her watch, and then at her phone she had had on silent all day. Ten new texts from Don, oops. She typed out a few replies than closed her phone again.

"I'm going to get some food, do you want anything?" she gathered her things, feeling like his eyes were staring holes into her back, however when she looked at him he was intently watching the ceiling.

"Fruit," he replied, "I would like some fruit." Loki really did want something to eat but he didn't fully trust these mortals and their primitive ways much.

"OK then, I won't be long," Jane said chewing on her lower lip then left.

Loki guessed that that was supposed to be a comfort to him to know, but it felt for like a threat. Entertaining she may be, but she wasn't the best conversational partner. He watched her leave the ward and once the mortal was gone Loki tried to sit up. He got about two inches then fell back down with exhaustion. After that he let himself sag into the supportive bed and slightly hard pillow. His body felt as if he had just been bashed around by Mjolnir –well he actually was not so long ago. Loki reached out for the familiar spark of magic to help him heal, nothing came. His eyes snapped open and he reached again with more urgency. Tendrils of panic weaved into his mind instead of the buzz and hum of magic. Why would he not be able to use magic? Was it Odin? Had he done this before Loki fell as some sick final punishment? He reached again for the warmth of it but nothing came, it was simply gone. He felt empty, hollow without its companionship. He forced the panic down and pursed his lips into a thin pale line.

He was stranded on Midgard with Thor's woman and not a trickle of magic to save him. Fate was playing a cruel game with him. It appeared that he would be stuck in this realm for the foreseeable future.

Loki took a moment to survey his surroundings. He was in a bed with a curtain half drawn and opposite him was another bed with another, elder man, lying down. Such primitive healing facilities, he thought. At least there was a window to his right, it looked out over on a river. On the other side of that river more tall mortal buildings. He could already see that the buildings were starting to decay. Am I to remain here indefinitely? He glanced over at the elder man in the bed opposite him. The balding man -Loki had not bothered to really look before- held a book in his hands. A book would be nice, He thought wistfully.

Jane the mortal came back with the fruit he had asked for. It was nowhere near as good as the fruit on Asgard, but it would do better than whatever poison they were serving the other patients on his ward.

Jane had also entered ward 216 with a bottle of juice, which she now placed on the strange wheeled table next to Loki's bed. She pulled out a second bottle of a different juice and opened it. Loki took a guess that the other bottle was for him. He reached out for it and opened it like he had seen Jane do and too a swig. He almost spat it out –there were too many artificial sweetening chemicals- but he hid his disgust and sipped it more slowly.

Thor's woman was tapping a pen on a page of her book and it was very annoying. Could this woman not sit still? He glanced at her, her brow was scrunched in concentration and her lower lip was being mangled by her teeth. Loki started thinking, and a question of some importance –and urgency- popped into the forefront of his mind. He placed the poor excuse of a beverage on the strange table and rested his hands in his lap. He allowed himself to truly look at her for the first time. She looked a scant few years younger than when he had glimpsed her running to Thor's broken body. But one could never be certain with mortals; their lives were fast burning and short. Nevertheless, he did a quick calculation. The year of Thor's cast from Asgard was the mortal year, 2011, if he was correct. He looked at the woman again. "What year is it?" She looked startled, and lowered her book. He was aware that it might sound like and odd question but he needed to know, it affected what he would be able to do later on.

Jane looked at him and felt a bit of concern creep through her work muddled thoughts.

"Why?" she asked slowly watching for – well anything really.

"Since you struck me with your vehicle, I find that my brain has been a bit disoriented of late," it was a lie, and an extremely easy one at that –it was a half truth. Lies were better when they contained the most truth. Quilt flooded Jane and she winced. Had she done any permanent damage to this guy?

"2006," she replied. Loki forced down the grin he was about to give, and nodded his thanks. 2006; he had traveled through time -or fallen as the case would be- and arrived on Midgard five years before Thor even met the woman sitting next to his small bed. The how and the why, he had fallen through time were not of importance -as of yet at least. So in theory, he had met Jane before Thor, or she had met Loki before Thor, oh this was getting confusing! Best leave it be for now, he thought. But that meant he could tell her his real name without worrying too much about her calling to Thor for help. Now that would be interesting.

"Mr, Doe-," Jane started again but he interrupted her again. She ignored him and carried on. "Well I'm gonna keep calling you that till you tell me your real- wait what?" Jane blinked at him, what he had said slowly sinking in. Mortals, Loki inwardly chuckled.

"Loki," he said again, "My name is Loki." Telling her his name was all he was really able to tell her; if he told her anything else she was likely to think him raving mad. He chuckled again; perhaps that's what The Warriors Three had thought of him. The mad, jealous little brother, pretender to the throne!

Jane stared at him for a moment then her face lit up with an unexpected bright smile. Ah, that was unexpected.

"I'm Jane, Jane Foster," she quickly replied still smiling. It annoyed him.

Loki studied 'Jane', his eyes landing on the book in her lap, and the pictures of stars and nebula he was not familiar with on its cover. He recalled hearing that she was some sort of scientist in this realm. It seemed that she shared a little of his love for the stars. Fascinating.

"Tell me Jane," he spoke with the utter appearance of relaxed control.

"Hum?" she raised her brows -still with a hit of that silly smile.

"Why the stars?" he asked. Jane looked confused for a moment then remembered the book in her lap.

"Oh!" she sounded embarrassed or rather nervous. "My father was an astrologer and when I was younger we used to use his telescope and he would teach me what he knew. Names of planets and the constellations. What things were. That sort of thing." Loki nodded. He hadn't really wanted to hear about a life story about her and her father –it was tedious- but he pretended interest. But Jane didn't get to say much more because her phone rang. Preventing Loki from seeing how much strength he still had by killing her to keep her quiet. "Hey Don," she answered it, leaving the chair to talk with this 'Don' in the hallway. Loki thanked the Norns for stopping her ramblings. Her books and been left on her chair and one large one was resting on the edge of his bed. Loki managed to reach it with his hand and started to read from where she had left it.

It was interesting to say the least. But he did get irritated, a lot of the concepts were utterly wrong. No wonder the mortals haven't progressed much, he thought. They were constantly ignoring the ideas that were closer to the truth –calling them unfounded ramblings. In actuality they were pure genius. Some mortals were worth more than the dust on his boots. He glanced over to where he could see Jane's petite form in the hall. Whether or not she was one was yet to be known.

-So- Don said. –about dinner tonight then?-

Jane cursed, she had completely forgotten.

"Yes, Sorry I had my phone on silent all day. But yeah sure I can do dinner tonight." She smiled as a nurse passed her pushing a trolley of dirty linen.

-Jane?- Don sounded worried.

"Umhum?" she replied fidgeting from foot to foot.

-So I can pick you up from yours in half an hour?- he said.

"Yeah sure," Jane replied before she had really thought about it. Wait! She wasn't at home!

-OK bye- he hung up before she could say anything more. Truth was that she was in the same building as him right now. She about to call him back then paused. If she told him where she was than he would want to know why she was there, and she really didn't want to tell him about Loki. Loki. Jane looked over her shoulder and saw him thumbing his way through her textbook with a bemused expression. The sight made something stir within her gut and she watched as his steel blue eyes scanned over the pages. Then reality kicked her in the ass again. She needed to get back to her dorm and change into something more appropriate for her date! She dashed back to bay 6 and started to hastily pack up all of her things. Loki watched with his brows raised in startled amusement.

"Where is the enemy?" he asked, letting an asgardian saying slip. Shit.

"What?- oh nowhere," she laughed shortly, "I just need to be going real quick, I have dinner with my boyfriend and I need to change." She didn't know why she told him, it just felt right to.

"Don, I assume," Loki said smoothly. He handed her her text book she was about to forget as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Nail on the head," she smiled, but blushed awkwardly as she took the book from his hand. "Thanks."

"Not at all," he flashed her his most charming grin. Her cheeks darkened but she covered it quickly. She rapidly dashed from the ward and left him -there only to return for her coat still left on the chair. Such a careless, forgetful woman. His grin widened with amusement.

"I will be back tomorrow!" she threw back of over her shoulder as she finally left Loki with his own thoughts. He was perplexed; he might actually want her to return- despite how annoying she could be.

Don picked her up from her dorm at 7:30pm. Somehow she had managed to get back, shower and dry her hair and pick something nice to wear before he got there. It was a simple black fitted spaghetti strap dress coming to her mid thigh. She had just finished putting on a bit of lip gloss when he rang the door bell.

The dinner was nice and the food spectacular. It was a three course meal, and they enjoyed it with idle talk. It was all so nice and thought out and special, but Jane wasn't really paying attention. In fact she hardly got to say anything at all. Partly because she didn't want to tell Don what she had been doing for the past two days, and mostly because he didn't leave her room to talk –he was doing most of it, thus her lack of interest. By the time desert was placed down she wasn't hearing much of what he was saying at all -she was thinking about a raven haired man lying in a hospital bed instead. The way Loki had been reading her astrology book interested her. Jane was able to feign that she was paying attention to what Don was saying by this point –she had gotten quite good at this over the past few weeks.

"So Jane what do you say?" he reached over and took her hand in his. Huh?

"Sorry what?" she blinked at him. She felt like he had said something important.

"Oh Janie," he smiled and shook his head. For no apparent reason his pet name for her irritated her a little. "I think that you and I should move in together. Come one," he said when he saw the bewildered look on her face. "We have been going out for two years now. We should take the next step."

Jane wasn't sure she wanted to 'take the next step' yet. She was still in the middle of her PHD. Not to mention that his flat wasn't big enough for her and all of her equipment and it was further away from the university.

"I don't think that I can Don," Jane was treading lightly here. "I still have all of my work and my things."

"Oh, come on half of those humps of junk don't even work," Don scoffed. Jane clenched her jaw and drew her hand out from under his.

"I can't move while I'm studying," she insisted.

"Jane I think you might have missed what I'm trying to say," Don went on and tried to take her hand. She stayed out of reach and he sighed. "Are you going to make me go down on my knees?" What!

"What?" Jane was so confused right now.

"Jane will you marry me?"

She stared at him and stared at him. Her mouth had gone slack and she was now gaping like a fish. She tried to form words but only a strange strangled sound came out.

"Huhnn?"

"Jane you're telling me that you had no idea? Its what we've been talking about all night," Don's smile was slipping. What you've been talking about, Jane amended for him.

"Don, I – I don't think I'm ready for that," she spluttered. Hell no! I wouldn't be able to do what I want! That was true. She wouldn't have her own space either. She had to say no!

"Look we don't have to get married right now, just move in together," Don continued.

"Don. She stopped him and looked him in the eye, "I sorry but I don't want to get married. I can't move in with you either," she said.

"I don't understand?" he looked really hurt, his brown eyes swimming with it. Then anger replaced it. "You haven't been listening to a word I said all night, have you."

"Yes I have!" well that was a big fat lie. "OK maybe I spaced out here and there," not any better Jane. She was digging her own grave. He held up an hand and she stopped.

"Just tell me straight," he said. "Is there another guy, 'cause you have been distant the past few weeks?"

"No, there isn't any other guy," Jane was getting impatient now. "My work is just getting to me is all-,"

"Then quit," he broke in.

"What?" Jane gasped.

"Take a year out or something quit, we're more important than your PHD," he said. Oh that was it!

"So I should quit what I'm doing and you can stay on being a doctor working nights and sleeping all day! While I stay cooped up at home like some 50's housewife!" Jane was yelling now, she was standing with her hands clenched at her sides.

"Hey!" he was starting to yell too. "I will have the job that actually pays and get s me somewhere!"

Jane gaped at him. He did not just… But he did. Jane grabbed her bag and coat and stormed out from the expensive restaurant –her pudding untouched.

She slammed the door shut to her dorm and threw her keys at the wall with a frustrated scream. How? How had her night ended up like this? She wanted to talk to someone, but Eric would be asleep at this time over on the other side of the equator. She screamed again fisting her hair and sagged into a heap against the door. She was crying with frustration and anger, both at her and Don. She really needed someone to talk to. A man with raven hair flashed in her mind. No, the hospital was the last place she wanted to be. But where else was she supposed to go?

Jane grabbed her keys and left.

Loki ignored the person walking up to his bed and carried on reading the book he had managed to acquire from one of the 'doctors'. Such strange words these midgardians used. He flipped to the next page as the person plonked down into the chair next to his bed. It was Jane. He took a moment to take in her appearance. She was wearing a dress that on Asgard would be considered –immoderate was the politest term he could think of- and heeled shoes with a bit of make-up on. He glanced at the time the clock on the wall was telling. 11:05pm. Wasn't she supposed to be out for a meal with her Don? That would explain the dress.

"No need to get dressed up on my account," he couldn't resist. There was the flicker of a smile in her eyes before it flew away. Her eyes, now they were red and swollen like she had been crying. Oh dear. Loki put his book down and marked the page with his finger. Years of schooling from his mother to show compassion to another were breaking through the wall he had put them behind when he had sent the Destroyer to that little town.

"Jane?" he asked. Jane sighed and she sagged even further into the chair. He was about to give up and start reading his book again when she started to talk.

"I- me and Don- I think we might just have split," she laughed -which confused him- then she started to sob, her shoulders quivering. She held her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, it's none of your business its my problem not yours -and yet I came here- I just- I just didn't know where else to go," she smiled bitter-sweetly at him while she roughly pressed her tears away with the palm of her hand. Losing a sense of direction, of belonging and not knowing what to do. Loki knew that feeling all too well more -than he wished too. To his utmost surprise he found himself wanting to comfort her. He tried fighting against it –but really, what was the harm?

"Stay if you wish," he said, "I'm in dire need of company and this book is a poor replacement. In fact this book can't even be called literature." He dropped the book onto the table and gave her a slight smirk. It worked; she coughed a laugh and shook her head.

"What book are you reading?" she sniffed picking the thing up. "Well I wouldn't call Fifty Shades of Grey literature either," she laughed putting it back.

"Ah good, it's not just me then," Loki grinned.

"No," Jane smiled, "It's not just you." Loki breathed deeply and took an exaggerated look at his surroundings.

"I'm afraid I have little else to occupy me," he sighed.

"I could bring you some of the text books I'm not using," Jane offered. Loki raised a brow at her. "I saw you were reading mine while I was on the phone," she said tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"That would be most appreciated," Loki's smirk grew. "Until such a time comes though, you are welcome to stay here."

"Thanks," Jane said "But I should be going back home, for real this time. I feel much better," and too her surprise she really did. Just talking to this strange man and his strange regal way of talking, had got her to stop thinking about Don. "Thanks," she said again as she left.

"Anytime Jane," Loki replied. He half meant it too.

Loki watched Jane leave -the dress complemented her form nicely.

So okay wow. When I started writing this in my head it was just Jane and Don have a nice meal. Then as I wrote it that happened! No idea where it came from but hey, it worked rather well I think, what about you? so some more interesting things will be happening in the next chapter. And like this one it will be posted on a Saturday. Feel free to drop me your thoughts on how you feel this story is going, what you think might be the plot, I would love to hear it!

Ps I have no idea when Fifty Shades of Grey came out, I just thought it would be funny to have Loki reading it! hehe. Safe to say that this will be a bit of and alternate universe kinda story.

Preview: "Do you need a place to stay?" there was a pregnant pause.

"Miss Foster," Loki slowly turned to face her.