<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>5:37 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Loki, Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Jane, you are right,"</em>Thor said, and Jane breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She didn't enjoy drama, didn't like to fight, and that he would so easily admit the error of his ways and come to senses was a miracle she was thankful for.<br/><br/>"Good." Her face softened with relief, but then Jane's eyes widened again with alarm. Thor was approaching her with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes, and warning bells were ringing in her ears. Something was wrong, horribly wrong.<br/><br/>Thor had always been so gentle with her, too much a gentleman. He'd never force himself on her, never willingly hurt her!<em>Or so you thought, Jane. Stupid, stupid.</em><br/><br/>Jane backed up a few paces from the advancing demi-god, the almost feral smile on his face an expression she'd never before seen in him.<em>What happened to him while he was gone?! Why is he doing this?</em>Panicked thoughts raced through her mind, and she held up her hands instinctively in a defensive gesture that she knew would do her no good.<br/><br/>She jumped at the image of the flying hammer, letting out a little cry of fright. The sound was enough to snap her out of her scared daze, and words started to fumble from her lips chaotically.<br/><br/>"Thor! Stop this! This isn't you. It's just wrong, and you<em>wouldn't</em>I know."<em>But did she, really? Everything he'd done tonight was -</em><br/><br/><em><strong>Ring, ring, ring....</strong></em><br/><br/>The sharp sound of telephone bells rang out from inside her trailer, interrupting her thoughts, and relief flooded through Jane's veins. Maybe it would buy her time.<br/><br/>"Someone's calling. Let me answer." And with that, Jane rushed into the camper, though she was too slow to reach the receiver in time. The answering machine picked up, the message crackling through cheap speakers into the room:<br/><br/><em>"Jane, you must answer me quickly, this is Thor! Please, I must find you immediately, it is important! I came back to Earth to defend it but if I can't save you, then it will be meaningless! I have to know where you are so I can come get you before something terrible happens! If my brother finds you before I do it will be too late! Please, answer me, Jane!"</em><br/><br/>Jane just stood dumbstruck in silence. She knew that voice beyond a doubt, and its message was more than a little alarming. But if Thor was calling her, then who...?<br/><br/>In a panic, the brunette whirled in place, hands fumbling on the kitchen counter behind her for any sort of weapon. Logic told her that nothing would help her much now, but instinct cried out for a defense, even a measly one.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" she demanded of "Thor," voice shaking with fear she couldn't hide.