<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>5:32 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“<em>What?</em>” Jane’s confusion was so clear on her features, it was almost comical. It seemed “Thor” had misunderstood exactly what she’d meant, and while every couple could expect to have some communication issues, theirs gave a whole new meaning to “lost in translation.”<br/><br/><em>Talk about a cultural barrier.</em><br/><br/>“No, Thor, wait! That’s not -” Jane started to protest, but it was a little late now to try to save face or the conversation, and she just threw her hands up in surrender. “Ok,<em>fine.</em>Go,” she said, a little more loudly and with a little more spite than she’d meant, ignoring his flashy display of power with a roll of her eyes.<br/><br/><em>He didn’t mean he’d leave forever - did he?</em><br/><br/>"I'm not your<em>property</em>, by the way. You have no claim on me, and I'll do whatever I damn well please." She struck her sauciest pose, anger flaring again and fueling a sassy turn of her hip. "I never asked for you to show up and just land in the middle of my life, which, was<em>perfectly</em>fine without you." She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself.<br/><br/>"So just...just go. Before I get old and wrinkly and all disgustingly mortal," Jane spat out, bringing her rambling retort to an end.