<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>5:38 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki, Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The phone. If she could get a chance, she could call the recent number back and Thor would answer and he would come to her and everything would be ok. Wouldn’t it?<br/><br/><em>As soon as she got the chance…</em><br/><br/>Jane’s fingers closed around a meat mallet -<em>Why did she have a meat tenderizer anyway? She rarely cooked</em>- with a trembling grip. It was a feable grasp at power, and she knew it.<br/><br/>Loki’s form shifted before her eyes, revealing his true appearance. Jane swallowed.<em>What the hell do you say when someone does that?</em>He was attractive, in a way, but menacing too, so different from his brother. Jane’s heart beat wildly in terror, and she idly wished for Darcy’s taser, though she’d bet a year’s salary it wouldn’t do much damage against the Asgardian.<br/><br/>“A clever trick, Loki. Well-played,” she said, forcing sass she didn’t really feel into her tone. “But you didn’t almost conquer<em>anything.</em>” Jane made herself maintain eye contact with the God of Mischief, though her instincts were screaming at her to do nothing more than run as fast as she could.<br/><br/>She cried out in surprise when his hand seized her arm, and she dropped her impromptu, worthless weapon. “Just wait till Thor gets here. The<em>real</em>King of Asgard,” Jane taunted through gritted teeth, tugging in vain to free her arm.<br/><br/>It was probably a really stupid thing to say, but Jane was feeling spiteful and wanted to strike back at Loki with the only weapon she really had.