Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

Stark Solutions

            Lanie and Emily had taken the Gods back to their apartment, and while Emily was attempting to work things out with Thor in the kitchen, Lanie was tending to Loki, who was laying passed out on the vacant side of her bed. She was pressing a warm cloth to his forehead, and quietly admiring how handsome his features were. His breathing was shallow, and she prayed for him as she pulled her covers up and over his frail body.

Emily was pouring Thor a cup of tea. She had been more than pleased when he'd asked for a glass, as usually she was the only one in the house who could drink tea and coffee; Lanie was Mormon. Thor guzzled the sweet liquid down quickly, politely asking for another before she'd even placed the jug back in the refrigerator. She laughed.

"A man after my own heart, I see. I get pretty thirsty myself."

Thor smiled at her, blue eyes seeming to drink her in as she concentrated on keeping him hydrated. He thought she was beautiful, from her bouncy red curls down to her spontaneously dusted freckles. And her eyes...well, Thor had never seen such a lovely shade of grey.

"So, tell me, Emily. What is there to know of you?"

She hummed, thinking for a moment before responding. "Hmm, not much. My name is Emily Elizabeth Ramsey, my dad's a chef. The world seems to think he's a big deal, but really, he's just a walking Dad Joke like everyone else's. He's from England, we moved to Brooklyn after my mother died when I was young. She was Norwegian, met my father on a culinary cruise. I'm waitressing at their restaurant while I'm going to college, dad won't let me take over without a degree...because he sucks." She mumbled with a chuckle. "What about you?"

"My story is a little...complicated. Technically I am supposed to be the king of Asgard, but I blew that about a year or two ago. I was foolish, arrogant, and my father decided I was unfit to rule. Nothing could please my brother more, I assure you, but he's...well, he's even less a king than I. We haven't exactly made our father proud." He explained sadly, casting his eyes downward. "What concerns me most is that you don't know why, you have no idea what Loki did or what he is capable of. How many people don't remember, and why? This is dangerous."

Emily reached across the table and laid her hand atop Thor's arm in comfort. He visibly relaxed, sliding his arm down so that her hand fell in line with his, his fingers curling around her own. She blushed a dark, deep purple, and a smirk crept across his face. "You're too kind."

"I...I have an idea," She said slowly, attempting to shake off the nervous excitement now radiating throughout her body. "What if we went to go see Mr. Stark? I mean, if anyone knows what's going on it's probably him. He might as well own the city."

In the back bedroom, Loki began to open his eyes slowly. There was a warmth all around him, a sense of security he was not accustomed to. A low, throaty laugh passed his lips, startling the girl at his bedside. He knew exactly who was there. "And now she fusses over me like a doting wife. Who are you, what do you want from me?"

His drawl was sarcastic, and it made her face heat up in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to hover, it's not my intent. It's just that my mother was a nurse, so, I guess I've always had a knack for healing. I'm an English major, but I'm pre-med." She explained, avoiding the intense gaze she felt washing over her entire body. "My name is Alaine Fenton, but most people call me Lanie. And...you?"

"I am Loki, of Asgard. You were foolish to keep me here. You coddle a murderer like he's a fawn, let him sleep in your own bed. You're a stupid, stupid woman." His words were biting, but his eyes were alight with humor, as if he thought she was funny. Lanie cocked her head to the side, trembling slightly as she inched backward.