Illusions | Loki & Jane

20. The Bastard Son

The desert was dry and hot, nevertheless he was alone there. He needed air, a space where he could be without a human soul. When Loki felt the sand under his shoes and found that nobody was around, he let his feelings go. The rage and grief, which had broadened in his mind were now visible. The tears were running down his face and the scream, he let out of his lungs was so profoundly that one could hear the sorrow out of it. The cry echoed through the desert and eventually faded. He sunk on the floor exhausted and unsatisfied. 
How could this have happened? How on earth had Thor managed to meet Jane? Had his father sent him to New Mexico on purpose or was this all a horrible, strange coincidence? He had to ask him that. But how? He was fast asleep, not reacting to anything. However his mother had told him that he could hear everything. Maybe the Demigod could create a connection between their minds, so they could talk. He had to try. The black-haired man rose from the sand and looked up to the sky.
"Heimdall, if you please..." the inanimate words had barely escaped his lips when an enormous, colorful light beam captured the son of God before he disappeared and only left a circle of markings on the ground.
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"What was that about yesterday evening?
Darcy slowly looked up at her best friend, who was leaning towards her, whispering the question, so the two men in the kitchen, preparing coffee and breakfast wouldn't hear them. "What do you mean?" She asked listless, while holding her head in her hands.

"Yesterday." Jane repeated. "When you came to Isabela's Diner and made a scene."

"I did what?" Darcy asked confused.

"You came to me and Thor in the middle of our date, being all rude."

"Really? I can't remember, I had a glass or a bottle of wine too much the other evening." She massaged her temples with a pained face. It was Erik's turn to chuckle at the sight of her having a hungover this time. Darcy stopped all of a sudden drawing circles on her temples and frowned. She glanced over at Jane curiously. "Wait. You had a date?" The woman asked a little bit too loud, because Thor grinned at the question.

Jane ignored it. "We are not getting any further if one of my colleagues is drinking too much every other day." She said, sighing annoyed. 

Thor laughed. "Why not? I do it all the time, it releases the spirit."

"Depends on what spirit." Darcy groaned, while laying her head on the table.

"So you are not having a problem with me hanging out with Thor?" Jane was whispering again.

"No. On the contrary, I think he is good for you, even though he is a wacko, but he helps you to get out more often and be less compulsive and more human."

The astrophysicist looked at her friend resentful. "Excuse me. I am not compulsive."

"Uhm..." Darcy put a finger on her chin, her eyes went towards the ceiling, pretending that she was thinking, "yes you are." She nodded affirmatively.

Jane groaned. She felt kind of offended hearing that all the time of her best friend. Was she really a wet blanket? Well, she was working a lot. She had been throwing herself at work to be honest, since it was the only thing that had distracted her from John. Maybe Darcy was right, maybe she should let more things happen, like the day with Thor. She actually really enjoyed it with him. Before going to the diner - where Thor had given Isabela a new mug to replace the one he had broken - they visited the zoo. Jane was really surprised there was a zoo in this area, she had not expected this. Thor had made fun of almost every animal he saw, telling her stories about horses with eight legs. He was kind of crazy, maybe, but he was a pleasant companion. She had been telling him stories about her life all day long and he seemed to be really listening. Always laughing when she was telling something funny and always reacting serious about something not so funny. He also told her everything about this planet called Asgard and about the Frost Giants, he had been fighting just before he got banned by his own father, Odin. It all sounded very fanciful and strange, but she liked listening to him. She didn't know why, but she trusted him, even though her mind told her that he should see a doctor or something. Furthermore he told her stories about his brother Loki and how they were inseparable - except for now, since he was here and Loki was ruling in Asgard. It was weird to hear him talk about him, like he was real. She had read about the stories and about the so called God of Mischief and Odin the Allfather, but Thor couldn't believe his own ramblings, now could he?