<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12895752/Natalie-Portman_mid_large.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>(future) Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Time:</strong>5:25 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For just a moment, something like fear settled in the pit of Jane's stomach at "Thor's" angry outburst. She'd been wary of him before, sure - especially when first encountering the Asgardian in the middle of the desert - but she'd never really been afraid<em>of</em>him. She didn't enjoy the novel sensation.<br/><br/>Jane remained quiet throughout Loki's monologue, jaw in a firm line and face pink with some held-back emotion. Her eyes were bright, but she certainly didn't explode into a crying fit just because her lover raised his voice at her (even if said man could crush her like a bug in an instant if he'd wanted to). Not Jane Foster.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm certainly<em>flattered</em>you risked your godly status and performed all of those mighty feats for a mere mortal woman," she spat, arms crossed over her chest. "But I didn't ask you to do any of those things! Not one. And I won't be treated like a reward for some 'manly conquest' you think you deserve. I won't." Jane stared at him with that silent fuming glare that only a woman wronged can manage, and then her expression softened, followed by a sigh.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry you're hurt, Thor, I am." Her voice was sincere and calm but tinged with a hint of earlier anger. "But I'm not rejecting you. I just don't think it's fair to ask me to just.." Jane gestured hopelessly at the air for the right words. "To just spread my legs for you because you came back."