Jane/Loki, ‘The Chain’
Jane didn’t know why she kept falling for guys who didn’t live on earth. First Thor, which had ended badly.
And now Loki.
Loki, who was by all accounts, infinitely worse for her.
But here she was, waiting with bated breath for him to come back. Even though his promises had never been fulfilled before. He never came when he said he would. So she was left out in the desert with her telescope and her van and her thoughts.
Her thoughts were never kind in these moments.
She gasped when the skies above her swirled and broke apart. The Bifrost opening up onto the ground where it always did.
Loki stood from his kneeling position. “Am I late this time?”
She pressed her lips together. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Well yes, but you’ve been known to remain well past our agreed upon meeting time in the past, only to passive aggressively reveal my folly.”
“You’re not late,” she reiterated, her tablet slipping from her fingers as she moved towards him.
He met her in only a few strides, his arms wrapping around her tightly.