<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> 5:17 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>It was hours later when he finally located the shadow of her mind. Solvig believed her smart as a whip and so her thoughts seemed neatly crafted with facts and figures. But there was that nasty golden snarl in her otherwise orderly flow, reeking of his brother. She could hardly wait to see him. Ah, there was nothing quite like making dramatic little mortal dreams come true.<br/><br/>Loki rose slowly and stretched out his hand in the direction of the girl. Forest and cities and stone fell away as the Tesseract's energy opened the tiny rift that he needed. In the next moment he was standing in a clearing, staring at the strangest little bean-shaped hut he'd ever laid eyes on. Really? That was her home? Thor was in love with some kind of human snail or hermit crab. That was a bit much, even for the thunder god's great empty skull.<br/><br/>Nevertheless. Loki's features rippled as he shifted shape. His frame stretched and towered, muscles swelled, hair paled to sun-yellow. He became the image of Thor, down to the ostentatious crimson cape that swept the ground at his heels. His fingers cautiously explored the winged helm. It was like wearing a chicken on his head. Loki rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and crossed the clearing in three strides.<br/><br/>He pounded on the door of the hut hard enough to leave a dent but not stove the whole flimsy thing in. “Jane! Jane are you here?”<br/>