<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>5:18 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Jane! Jane are you here?”</em><br/><br/>The voice, a little too loud and booming, as always, shook Jane out of her thoughtful reverie, and she dropped the pen whose cap she’d been idly chewing. It was him; he was here!<br/><br/>She stumbled from the bed, heart beating nervously in her chest, and she cursed herself for feeling like such a giddy teenage girl. Jane ran a hand through her ponytail, though little would smooth its loose wisps now, and opened the door, standing there in a gray camisole and pajama bottoms that clung low on her hips.<br/><br/>“Yeah, uhm…hi!” Jane said brightly, feeling both immensely relieved to see Thor and incredibly awkward all at once. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she blurted out the obvious with a faint blush.<br/><br/>“Do you…wanna come in? I…Of course you do. That’s stupid.” Jane stepped out of the way of the door, giving Thor - or Loki in Thor’s likeness, that is - space to enter, as much space as she could make in the tiny camper.