<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> 5:33 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><em>Ah, <strong>there </strong>it was!</em><br/><br/>Thankfully his back was turned so she could not see the wicked amusement that crept over his face. There was the fire that would attract a god of thunder. Her stubborn willfulness and inflated sense of self-importance... why, it must have been like looking in a mirror for Thor. He had not seen this facet of her temperament through Solvig's mind and it certainly added to her primitive appeal. She was so deliciously angry when hurt. How enticing would she look dripping with fear instead?<br/><br/>“Jane, you are right.” He turned, no longer smiling, and gazed at the half-dressed woman. “You did not ask for me.” His eyes moved slowly down her body and even more slowly back up to her face. “And at last I see my error in all of this has been waiting for you to do so.”<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders, he took one step in her direction. “When I have wanted something in my life, I have taken it. That is who I truly am, Jane.” Another step, hefting the image of the hammer in his hands. “I do not wait for permission. I seize the moment.” One more and he was almost within arm's reach of her. “So in this moment, while you are yet young and fair, I must ask myself, 'Why should I - a god - suffer from your fleeting mortal tantrum? Why should I not simply<em>take </em>what I want?'”<br/><br/>In a blur of motion he hurled the hammer viciously at the hut to emphasize his threat, sending it smashing through a tiny window. There was a shower of broken glass and the shriek of metal as it exited though the opposite wall. Then he did smile at her but it was all wrong. Thor's face darkened with a lascivious hunger that Loki had never seen in his brother, though it was familiar enough in his own reflection.<br/><br/>“If I choose not to obey your commands... how will you stop me from taking what I desire, Jane?”<br/>