Monster Among Us

Thinking of You

Chapter 1: Thinking Of You

It had been five days since she last saw Thor. Five days since an army of ill-intentioned dark elves invaded and destroyed a good chunk of London.

The thrill of fighting alongside Thor pumped blood excitedly through Jane Foster’s veins. Of course she never considered herself to be a warrior, especially not when compared to Asgardians like Sif, but she was certainly no damsel in distress, not anymore.

She was willing to sacrifice her own life to save Thor once she saw the ship falling toward his motionless body, despite knowing that her small form would hardly prevent any damage. She was ready to die beside him rather than endure another day without him in her life.

To be honest, she was quite proud of herself for keeping it together thus far. In Thor’s prior absence, her mind raced with uncertainties. After all, there were so many things wrong with their…relationship. First, there was the glaringly obvious difference between them – he was a near-immortal god destined to rule the Nine Realms; she was a mortal human with an extensive understanding of astrophysics.

It sounded crazy, even more so as the months passed, but Jane believed that there was truly something between her and Thor. Defining that feeling as ‘love’ might’ve been a bit strong, but she couldn’t deny the spark…the chemistry.

She thought that he felt the same, but with each fleeting month without him, the doubt increased. Maybe it was just in her head. If he felt something for her, wouldn’t he have returned?

But he did return. And despite the constant threats of imminent invasion or death, she loved being a part of his world.

Just remember, she thought, he does care about you. Now that there aren’t any intergalactic threats and the Bifrost has been restored, what excuse could he possibly have?

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Loki’s fingers twitched as he clutched the armrests of the golden throne he’d so dearly sought. Every detail of his brilliant siege – from faking his death in front of Thor to locking Odin away – had gone according to plan.

Once he had taken care of the real Odin, he settled himself into character with borderline glee. Sure, it was fun to impersonate Odin at first…to perfectly mimic his mannerisms…to see how people addressed him with reverence and the slightest hint of fear.

But it would never be enjoyable so long as he wore the skin of the man he despised. That was the part of the plan that still required some scheming. 

After all, only a fool would think that the people of Asgard, nay, the inhabitants of the Nine Realms, would welcome the idea of Loki as king. He was responsible for the death of a disturbing amount of lives, Aesir, human and creature alike.

Even though he got what he wanted, Loki felt bored and dissatisfied. The most thrill he had thus far was hearing Thor surrender his rights to the throne. But ever since then, he’s been trapped inside his own illusion, appearing as Odin.

The reflection of a bright, rainbow-colored light drew Loki from his thoughts. It didn’t take long to determine that the source of light came from the Bifrost. A scowl formed on the wrinkled face he wore.

Heimdall maintained his rigid stance and expansive gaze, even as Loki approached him from behind.

“Who has left at this hour?” he demanded.

“Thor has gone to Midgard to retrieve Lady Jane. Surely he would have told you?”

“I don’t believe he has,” Loki replied, feigning an exhausted sigh. “After our previous discussions, I had hoped that he would try to forget the woman. She does not belong here.”