Illusions | Loki & Jane

14. A New King

After Jane had hit Thor, at the hospital with the car again, they were back in the lab and the God of Thunder was changing into human cloths. He was standing in the bathroom, topless, looking for a shirt, while Darcy and Jane could see his reflection in the mirror. He had muscles, the woman never even knew existed. John had been muscly as well, however he was slim and not as strongly build.
"You know, for a crazy homeless person, he's pretty cut." Darcy stated eyeing his torso. The astrophysicist paced up and down, pretending to be with her nose in the book, peaking towards Thor, having to admit that Darcy was right, this scenery in fact was somehow affecting her womanly needs, not having been with a man for almost a year.
"Sorry I tased you!" Darcy said when Thor came walking out of the bathroom with a shirt in his hand. The blond didn't react, he noticed scientific equipment and grabbed it curiously.
"Excuse me, excuse me!" Jane said loudly, running towards the man, taking her equipment out of his hand, scared that he would break it and put it back to the place it belonged. She shook her head reproving, but got interrupted when she suddenly noticed, how near she was standing to his naked upper body. She backed away ashamed, having obviously stared at his muscles and quickly looked at her notebook again.

"What is this?" Thor asked, eyeing the t-shirt. He showed a sticker from a convention, whereon 'John Mckenzie' was written.

"Oh." She breathed, ripping the label off the clothing. "My ex." She clicked her tongue, thinking about him. "He left me everything he owned." She laughed embarrassed, but stopped when seeing Thor's questioning frown. "Aaah..." She shook her head, trying to get rid of the memories in her mind. "They were the only clothes I had that would fit you." She now was happy that she hadn't burned the clothes. She didn't know what to do with the suits, shirts and jeans, so she decided to take it with her until she would be able to burn them, which she hadn't had the heart to do up till now.

"They are a bit tight," Thor stated, "but they will suffice." He walked past her, ignoring her offended frown. Okay, no thank you. She thought rolling her eyes. "You're welcome."
He didn't react to her obvious sarcastic tone. "This mortal form has grown weak. I need sustenance!" He exclaimed loudly.

Right, what the hell is his problem? Jane exchanged annoyed glances with her colleagues before they searched for something to eat.

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"I never get used to seeing him like this." Loki said sorrowful and conscience-stricken, sitting next tot he bed, wherein his father was laying motionless. It had been his fault that the Allfather had fallen into the Odinsleep now. "The most powerful being in the Nine Realms lying helpless until his body is restored."
Frigga glanced at her son concerned, she was sitting at the other bedside. "But he's put it off for so long now, I fear..." She took the hand of her husband affectionately.

"How long will it last?" The Demigod asked, eyeing his father.

"I don't know. This time it's different. We were unprepared." She answered softly. "You can speak to him, he can see and hear us, even now."

Loki glanced at the sleeping man, he didn't know what he could say to him, so he looked up to his mother again, who saw the sorrow in his eyes.

"You are a good son." She smiled at him, yet with sadness in her voice. "We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us." She sighed. "And your brother."

Brother? Wasn't he banished? How could he return to them? His mind came to a standstill. "What hope is there for Thor?"

"There is always a purpose to everything your father does. Thor may yet find a way home."

Of course, how could he have not seen that? Odin had a reason for everything, he had realized this painfully himself earlier today during the encounter with his father. Of course he had a purpose in sending Thor to Midgard of all worlds. However which one? He had to find that out. He rose from his seat determined and lowered his head at his mother respectfully before heading to the exit, but his way out got blocked by guards that opened the door. He felt his muscles tense. What did they want? Had they found out that he was behind the intrusion of the Frost Giants?
Upon seeing the God of Mischief looking at them baffled, they bowed simultaneously, shouting a "HO". An Einherjar appeared in the doorway with Gungnir in his hands. He walked up to the Demigod and kneeled before him, holding out the staff to him. What was happening? Why was this man kneeling in front of him? He turned around at his mother bewildered.