Jane was in her favorite place at the BPRD - the roof. It was the middle of the night, and while the rest of the world slept, Jane was working. She held a small flashlight with her teeth while she took notes on what she observed with the telescope. She hated the light pollution here; it made it incredibly difficult to see the brightest of stars,
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Jane.
"Ever watching the sky," he says, his voice soft but loud enough to carry easily to her across the roof. "Waiting, perhaps, for it to give up its secrets?"
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She pauses to write down a few thoughts before she loses them, but her hand stops at the sound of his voice. She would know it anywhere, even though it has been long since she last heard it. Her notebook and pencil fall to her feet as she spins around, hardly believing it until she sees him with her own eyes.
Thor.
"Not secrets. You. I was looking for you." She practically sprints over to him to leap up and wrap her arms around him. She exhales with relief. He is real. She's not dreaming. Not this time.
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"Where have you been?"
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"Loki." The doubt that Loki had planted in her mind bloomed now. Surely Thor could see it in her eyes, so she looked away. "He's here. I've talked to him. He said..." She feared to ask for the truth, but she needed it - she needed to hear it from Thor's own lips.
"He said that you were the one who wanted to destroy the Jotun, and that he was only finishing what you started. Is that true?"
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And distressed by the ideathat Loki had been filling Jane's mind with enough cleverly told truths and partial truths that her opinion of him has changed. Grown layered, grown tangled.
"His tongue has been as busy as ever it had been, I see." Thor frowns, looking down, uncertain of how to answer this question. Of where to start his answer.
"On the surface of it, yes. Yes, that is what I wanted. Wanted badly. But it is -- a longer story than this, I hope. I have believed. But I will not lie to you, nor excuse that urge. Yes, I wanted them destroyed -- utterly beaten."
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"Why?" she asks softly as she blinks back the beginnings of tears. Fear is threatening to overtake her heart. Could this man not be who she thought he was?
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