Fic: Whisper
Title: Whisper
Fandom: Thor
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Loki considers not going at all, but of course curiosity wins out, and so, late one night, he finally stands beside Jane Foster's bed.
Whisper
Loki has been exploring Midgard for days upon days since leaving Asgard, but there is one person he has yet to truly study. Before, she would have been the first he went to see, but now he must move softly, avoid calling attention to himself. He considers not going at all, but of course curiosity wins out, and so, late one night, he finally stands beside Jane Foster's bed.
She's pretty enough, he supposes. Her skin is smooth, her hair lush with health, her body curved just so. She wouldn't be of much use in a fight, with those scrawny little muscles. Loki wonders what Thor could see in the woman; she doesn't seem to be anything particularly special. He refuses to wonder why, if she's worth so little, he lingers so long over her bed, watching silently.
At last Loki leans forward, lips inches from her ear, and begins to whisper. He whispers loneliness, he whispers abandonment, he whispers doubts straight to her heart, and when he straightens with a grimly satisfied smile, her face is contorted in distress, even in sleep.
A moment later, Loki is gone from the room. Jane's dreams continue to be troubled.
Fandom: Thor
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Loki considers not going at all, but of course curiosity wins out, and so, late one night, he finally stands beside Jane Foster's bed.
Whisper
Loki has been exploring Midgard for days upon days since leaving Asgard, but there is one person he has yet to truly study. Before, she would have been the first he went to see, but now he must move softly, avoid calling attention to himself. He considers not going at all, but of course curiosity wins out, and so, late one night, he finally stands beside Jane Foster's bed.
She's pretty enough, he supposes. Her skin is smooth, her hair lush with health, her body curved just so. She wouldn't be of much use in a fight, with those scrawny little muscles. Loki wonders what Thor could see in the woman; she doesn't seem to be anything particularly special. He refuses to wonder why, if she's worth so little, he lingers so long over her bed, watching silently.
At last Loki leans forward, lips inches from her ear, and begins to whisper. He whispers loneliness, he whispers abandonment, he whispers doubts straight to her heart, and when he straightens with a grimly satisfied smile, her face is contorted in distress, even in sleep.
A moment later, Loki is gone from the room. Jane's dreams continue to be troubled.