<div class="floatright">(http://veryaware.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Thor-and-Natalie-Portman-470x226.jpg)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Trailer (Stark Tower Roof Level)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Thor's lips pressed to her hand, and Jane couldn't fight the bright smile that came to her face. Such a simple gesture, but it had a huge effect on her, made her think of an earlier age of gentleman and chivalry and of their earliest days together in the desert.<br/><br/>Later, inside the trailer, Thor seemed to retreat to his own thoughts, her comment on Loki going unacknowledged. Jane sighed and picked at her nails, trying to formulate the words in her head, plotting just<em>how</em>to tell Thor of her encounter with his adopted brother. Thor seemed occupied with "checking on things," whatever that meant, and that gave her time to gather her nerve. Jane's rational mind insisted that she should hardly feel so frightened or guilty, for she really had nothing to confess, had done nothing wrong, but her heart was reluctant still.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I know what I need, but..." Jane looked up as Thor stood. "There's something I need to tell you first." She patted the empty space on the mattress beside her, indicating he should take a seat.<br/><br/>"Loki visited me earlier," she began again, just diving right in. "I...thought he was you. Until he..." Jane swallowed, eyes darting downward to her hands. "Until he threatened me, threatened to force himself on me."<br/><br/>"I..." Her words failed, and Jane tugged her left sleeve up, revealing the dark mark encircling her wrist. It was all the evidence she couldn't voice herself, though part of her instantly regretted showing Thor the mark Loki had left.<br/><br/><em>What if he were angry with her? What if he no longer wanted her after his brother had touched her, left his mark?</em>