<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ii20CiYJ1rqn69fo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:37 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Her fear was tantalizing. He'd always preferred it to gratitude or sentiment.<br/><br/>In the instant before the bells chimed, something plucked at his mind. A soft, familiar whisper wrapped in the gold of Asgard and sharp with desire. Amora. In this world... in the heart of his enemies' lair... with Thor. Damn Odin to Hel! Loki frowned as Jane slipped away and rushed to answer the call. He crossed his arms and turned towards the door of the hut as that eternally irritating voice filled the air. “Ever more pieces in the game,” he muttered to himself, pondering the abundance of new barriers and opportunities laid before him.<br/><br/><em>"Who are you?"</em><br/><br/>Jane's trembling voice drew his attention back to the matter at hand. His brother would be here as quickly as Mjolnir would carry him. There was no time to savor that woman the way he wanted. Taking apart his brother's toy would be a lengthy, thoughtful, pleasurable process for another day. It was enough for now that he'd plied her with doubts and fears. Well, almost enough.<br/><br/>He looked up at Jane and laughed, letting his shape shift before her eyes, returning to his own pale and dark-haired visage, resplendent in black and green leather. “That's my brother for you. The Mighty Thor, slayer of intimate moments.” The fallen cloak and helm melted into serpentine shadows that writhed away into dust. “I am Loki, rightful King of Asgard, future King of Midgard, and very nearly the conqueror of your mortal cunt.”<br/><br/>Still smiling, his boots rang on the metal steps as he entered her tiny home. “Alas, our time together is short and I am in no mood for a family reunion. Not yet.” He loomed over the girl, tensed to seize her by the arm. “But I must leave you with something special to remember me by...”<br/>