Thor: When the Cold Melts
Title: When the Cold Melts
Fandom: Thor (movie)
Genre: General
Rating: K+
Summary: Jane spends a quiet moment on the rooftop.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 44: Kink Bingo | Prompt: iceplay | pre-Loki/Jane / Thor/Jane
Dedication: For lmpandora for her birthday. I know it's horribly late, but here it is anyway. It's not really...um, romantic, in any way. Because they both refused to have romance so early on :\
There were times when everything became too much for Jane.
Dr. Selvig was being helpful but Darcy could get annoying. SHIELD was monitoring all of the research they’ve been doing (if they thought Jane didn’t notice all the surveillance cameras in the facility, they were grossly underestimating her). And her efforts to re-open a portal to Asgard didn’t look like they were going anywhere.
During those times, she just felt incredibly drained and couldn’t do much more than collapse into her bed and sleep away her exhaustion.
But sometimes, even the exhaustion wouldn’t let her rest.
It was on such an instance that she decided to get a moment of peace on the rooftop.
She got the fire burning before settling into a seat-the same one Thor had occupied before. She was just about to look up into the night sky and see how many constellations she could spot before falling asleep, when a male voice interrupted her.
“Such a quaint place you’ve got here.”
Jane abruptly stood, turning towards the speaker and reaching into her pocket. She cursed inwardly when she remembered that only Darcy kept the taser on her at all times. Eyes narrowing, she took in the stranger’s appearance.
The man was fairly tall, with a lithe figure covered in a long, black coat that showed a neat dress shirt and black pants that went well with his expensive-looking black shoes. He had a dark green scarf draped around his neck, contrasting against his fair skin. His shoulder-length hair was slicked back, the tips curling upwards.
His facial features were smooth, almost what Jane could describe as regal. The corners of his lips were quirked upwards into a smile but his green eyes were unreadable.
Growing even warier, she demanded, “Who are you? And why are you here?” She took a step backwards, closer to the fire. “Are you with SHIELD?” He was dressed well enough to be with them anyway. “I already said I’d report when I get any significant results, not before!”
The man let out an amused chuckle, one that grated on Jane’s nerves with its condescending undertone. “I can see how you caught my brother’s attention.” His words carried an accent that was familiar to her, yet, at the same time, so unrecognizable. He approached her, his shoes making no sound, not even a single crunch, against the cement.
“What are you talking about?” Alarm was staring to bleed into her, making her attempt to back away further-
-except, she found that she couldn’t. Her feet were trapped onto the ground by thick ice-ice that she only began to feel at that moment, the cold beginning to seep into her skin-
-and something clicked in her mind.
“Brother?” she repeated. “You’re Loki?”
The man applauded her in a slow tempo, with a lofty expression. “Indeed, I am.” He started to walk around her, watching her attempt to get away from the icy restraints. “Very good. For a mortal. Such a pity that your beloved cannot be here with you.”
He said that with a casual air but there was something else there that Jane couldn’t name, not with the way that hot rage exploded in her.
“What did you do to him?” she demanded, because, damn it, god or not, she wasn’t letting him get away with hurting Thor. “Don’t you dare-”
“Feisty, are you?” Loki chuckled. “He reacted similarly when I mentioned you in our last conversation.”
He stopped right in front of her, prompting her to raise her fist and bring it down towards him.
But he easily caught her wrist in his hand without even looking at it.
“Very much alike, you and him.” Disdain shone in his eyes, matching his sneer. “It sickens me.”
He abruptly threw down her arm and stepped back from her. He smiled a dark, vicious smile that sent shivers down her spine.
“Restore Bifrost as soon as you can, Jane Foster, or you may never set your sight upon him again.”
As he disappeared, she collapsed, her whole body trembling, the cold remaining with her even with the ice fading from her feet.