<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8l9kt4YrT1r9f2g6o1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki, disguised as Thor<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:30 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>She slipped away from him, skirting him as if he were something she was afraid to touch. His blue eyes followed her, marked that change in expression that signaled something had shifted in the bond between them. Whatever bright, golden future she had wished or hoped for had cracked just enough to allow doubt to creep in and tarnish his brother's perfect image. He had succeeded in his initial goal.<br/><br/>This moment should have been far more satisfying than it actually was.<br/><br/>Thor's face wore a baffled frown. Loki felt no closer to understanding why his brother had feelings for this woman, out of all the millions in all the realms, mortal or immortal. And she wouldn't – no, couldn't – tell him. She didn't know why, herself. The answer to this mystery remained locked inside Thor's shaggy skull: the only place he could never intrude, the only mind he could never see. It was enough to drive a rational soul to madness.<em>Madness!</em><br/><br/>His frown twisted into an empty smile. “I do not know what space for breath you are talking about, Jane, but your meaning is clear. You wish me to leave. You do not want to lie with me this night. You do not want to be my wife or bear our children. Perhaps you would rather not look on my face, year after year unchanging, while your own withers before my eyes. Why did either of us imagine it would be so simple...?”<br/><br/>The tall Æsir sagged a little as he turned away, as if shouldering a heavy burden. “I will honor your choice, Jane Foster. But have a care...” He held out a hand and the shadow of a hammer flew into his clenched fist. “If you treat this as some mortal game, if you turn your affections to any lesser man, I will know. And you will incur the wrath of a god.”<br/><br/>The hammer flickered with streaks of electricity, sharp blue flashes in the darkness.<br/>