<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>4:30 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone,<strong>Thor</strong>,<strong>Loki</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Was he coming for her?</em><br/><br/>Jane chewed on the end of a lock of brown hair, staring at her laptop. She was piled up in the small bed in the camper, hair pulled into a loose pony tail. From the newest social media updates, Thor certainly was headed east, and maybe her way.  (The pictures from the unsuspecting Wendy's crowd had sent her into a rather undignified gigglefit).<br/><br/>She had to remind herself that the demi-god could have more...important matters to deal with than visiting his sometimes, maybe girlfriend. After all, last time, when the Chitauri attacked, he'd had to deal with that first, so...<br/><br/>So, yeah, she shouldn't be getting herself all worked up waiting for him. Jane had even considered changing out of her comfy camisole into something sexier, but she had to chastise herself for the thought. She was a reasonable, logical woman. She wouldn't wait around for some man to come find her. (Even if being around Thor made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl).<br/><br/>Besides, she didn't own any sexy lingerie<em>anyway</em>.<br/><br/>Reassured with these down-to-earth encouragements, Jane grabbed her notebook and started typing the transcript she'd made of her interviews and notes into a more organized, legible digital form. She lost track of time in her work, thoughts sometimes drifting to Thor, and would have no idea that some<em>other</em>Asgardian was searching for her isolated trailer for more nefarious purposes.