<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>5:20 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Loki was skilled at his craft of illusion, and he must have studied his “adopted” brother’s mannerisms well. For the time being, Jane was blissfully unaware that the Thor before her was anything other than what he appeared to be.<br/><br/>She was swept into his arms and spun about the clearing in the woods, twinkling stars in the dark night above them. It reminded Jane of one of their first nights together, and she couldn’t hold back the broad smile that brightened her face.<br/><br/>Her breath came out in a charming giggle as Loki put her back on her feet. “Woo, now I’m a little dizzy.” Jane pressed her palms against his chest, as if to balance herself against his solid weight. “But, of - of<em>course</em>I missed you. I thought I was going crazy, you know, wondering if I’d dreamed it all up.”<br/><br/>Jane looked up, eyes meeting Loki’s own. “And now here you are!” Her tone mingled into a medley of elation and disbelief, and she swatted in vain again at a few loose strands of hair, freed from her pony tail, before reaching her own hand out to accept his offered palm.