<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> 5:24 PM Western Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>He dropped her wrist as if struck by a serpent. “What? You... you refuse me? After all I've done for this realm? For you?” The thunder god's volume rose as storms gathered in those blue eyes.<br/><br/>“I shattered the Bifröst to protect Midgard! Defeated both the Destroyer and the Chitauri army to save your people! Imprisoned my own brother,” his voice cracked with emotion, “and defied my father once again just to be with you. Yet after all these trials, you would still deny me...?”<br/><br/>He took a step back, fists clenched, and stared up at the azure sky. “I sacrificed everything, risked everything, even my immortality, for you. A mortal woman.” He looked back at Jane, his tone growing cold and reproachful. “But to you it means nothing. You would deny me even the slight comfort of your body. You would break my heart without a care. How cruel you mortals can be, Jane Foster.”<br/><br/>Apparently overcome by pathos, Thor covered his brow with one hand and fell silent. He was half inclined to bawl like a lost child but decided that might be crossing the line at this delicate juncture. It was difficult enough to keep the smile wiped from his face.<br/>