Fic: "Caduceus" 1/14 [Thor movie]
title: Caduceus
author: perletwo
fandom: Thor [2011 movie]
words: 18,343
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. All Marvel's.
a/n: Prepare for a fanfic flood, flist. My 14-chapter, 18,000+ word, 60-printable-page epic Thor fanfic is DONE and I'm posting it here for archival purposes - not least to get the chapters posted complete as opposed to broken in pieces for the comment character limits. Anyhoo. Done for a prompt at norsekink (as genfic, not kinkyfic):
I found it a little bit insulting that Jane was 'updated' from a nurse to an astrophysicist in the film, because nurses are amazing. They have one of the hardest jobs around. They work long hours in conditions that can be extremely confronting (and on occassion, dangerous), and they care a huge amount about helping people.
On that note, I would really love an au of the film where Jane is still a nurse.
“The next time you decide to tase someone, make sure they’re in the van first,” Erik Selvig complained between grunts.
“Next time you get a wild hair about a midnight storm-chasing trip into the desert -” Darcy helped shift Crazy Homeless Guy’s legs around the meteorological equipment littering the back of the van. “- ah fuck. We’ll probably do exactly the same damn thing.”
“Um, he said his name was…Thor?” Darcy cringed.
“T-H-O-R.” A hunt-and-peck typist, the receptionist. Damn, Darcy thought, we’re going to be here all night. “Relationship to the patient?”
“We’ve never met him before,” Erik answered, and opened his mouth to explain more fully. Darcy jumped in quickly before he could speak again. “Just being good Samaritans, y’know?”
The receptionist smiled thinly without looking up from her screen. “I’ll need your names and contact information, please.”
“Erik -”
“-Lewis,” Darcy finished. “And I’m Darcy Selvig. We live at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.” This time she did look up. Darcy grinned. “I know, right? Those wacky developers, you’d think they’d’ve skipped that one?”
“Your mother and I thought it was cute when we bought it,” Erik protested weakly, having finally caught on to his assistant’s ploy.
“Yeah, bet that got real old real quick,” she shot back. The receptionist ‘harrumph’ed and continued. “Phone number?” Erik rattled off the first string of seven numbers that occurred to him - an old locker combination - and he and Darcy beat a hasty retreat.
Thor awoke, aching, to see a maniacally grinning face looming over his with a very large syringe in hand. “Oh good, you’re awake!” it singsonged. “Just taking a little blood.”
“How DARE you attack the Son of Odin?” He yanked his arm free and shoved the man away.
“Need some help!” the madman yelled, as Thor sent orderlies flying with hard shoves and leapt from the bed. More bodies in strange costumes appeared between him and the door, but Thor had fought larger armies single-handed and won. He continued battling his way through them and had nearly reached his goal when the door opened.
“STOP.” The word rang out, not shouted but in a voice strong with authority.
Thor stopped.
The woman facing him down was tiny, even frail, but she had pulled herself up to the fullness of her meager height and projected the full force of her will at him. It was not unlike watching Sif face down the savage taunts of her fellow warriors, before she had proven her mettle to all and outlived a fair number of them. Her face was beautiful in a delicate, fine-drawn way, and her light brown hair was pulled back into a bun.
“We are trying to help you. You were struck by a car, and we need to examine you, determine the extent of your injuries. So we’ll know what we need to do for you.” Her gaze held steady on his.
Thor reached out a hand - the oddly-garbed males in the room all stiffened, but his motion was almost tentative - and lifted the small placard pinned to her top with one finger. “Jane. Foster. R.N. What is this, R.N.?”
“Registered nurse. It tells other health care workers what I’m licensed to do and not do for patients,” Jane Foster explained calmly. “That is Dr. Marshall. He’s in charge here.” She nodded toward the grinner.
He drew his hand back after letting it linger at her chest a moment too long. “That, I very much doubt,” he said, and spared the man a dismissive glance. Then he turned his attention back to the woman. “I am not much harmed, Jane Foster. You need not minister to me. Others here must need aid more than I.”
“Nevertheless. We’d be grateful if you’d let us see that for ourselves, Mister…?”
“Thor.” He glanced around the room; all wore small placards with two names upon them. “Odinson,” he added.
“Well. If you’ll just hop right back up here, Mr. O’Denson, we’ll get this right out of the way.” Thor rolled his shoulders at the sound of the smiler’s voice and stared at Jane.
“No one is going to do anything to hurt you here. I give you my word.” Thor’s shoulders relaxed, and he let himself be led back to the bed. “Would you like me to stay?” Jane asked the doctor.
“No,” Marshall began, but Thor spoke over him, not shouting but in his deepest speaking voice. “Yes.” A quick buzz of annoyance crossed the doctor’s face, and Jane hid a smile.
“Let me call out and get someone to cover the floor, and I’ll stay.”
Chapter 2
author: perletwo
fandom: Thor [2011 movie]
words: 18,343
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. All Marvel's.
a/n: Prepare for a fanfic flood, flist. My 14-chapter, 18,000+ word, 60-printable-page epic Thor fanfic is DONE and I'm posting it here for archival purposes - not least to get the chapters posted complete as opposed to broken in pieces for the comment character limits. Anyhoo. Done for a prompt at norsekink (as genfic, not kinkyfic):
I found it a little bit insulting that Jane was 'updated' from a nurse to an astrophysicist in the film, because nurses are amazing. They have one of the hardest jobs around. They work long hours in conditions that can be extremely confronting (and on occassion, dangerous), and they care a huge amount about helping people.
On that note, I would really love an au of the film where Jane is still a nurse.
“The next time you decide to tase someone, make sure they’re in the van first,” Erik Selvig complained between grunts.
“Next time you get a wild hair about a midnight storm-chasing trip into the desert -” Darcy helped shift Crazy Homeless Guy’s legs around the meteorological equipment littering the back of the van. “- ah fuck. We’ll probably do exactly the same damn thing.”
“Um, he said his name was…Thor?” Darcy cringed.
“T-H-O-R.” A hunt-and-peck typist, the receptionist. Damn, Darcy thought, we’re going to be here all night. “Relationship to the patient?”
“We’ve never met him before,” Erik answered, and opened his mouth to explain more fully. Darcy jumped in quickly before he could speak again. “Just being good Samaritans, y’know?”
The receptionist smiled thinly without looking up from her screen. “I’ll need your names and contact information, please.”
“Erik -”
“-Lewis,” Darcy finished. “And I’m Darcy Selvig. We live at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.” This time she did look up. Darcy grinned. “I know, right? Those wacky developers, you’d think they’d’ve skipped that one?”
“Your mother and I thought it was cute when we bought it,” Erik protested weakly, having finally caught on to his assistant’s ploy.
“Yeah, bet that got real old real quick,” she shot back. The receptionist ‘harrumph’ed and continued. “Phone number?” Erik rattled off the first string of seven numbers that occurred to him - an old locker combination - and he and Darcy beat a hasty retreat.
Thor awoke, aching, to see a maniacally grinning face looming over his with a very large syringe in hand. “Oh good, you’re awake!” it singsonged. “Just taking a little blood.”
“How DARE you attack the Son of Odin?” He yanked his arm free and shoved the man away.
“Need some help!” the madman yelled, as Thor sent orderlies flying with hard shoves and leapt from the bed. More bodies in strange costumes appeared between him and the door, but Thor had fought larger armies single-handed and won. He continued battling his way through them and had nearly reached his goal when the door opened.
“STOP.” The word rang out, not shouted but in a voice strong with authority.
Thor stopped.
The woman facing him down was tiny, even frail, but she had pulled herself up to the fullness of her meager height and projected the full force of her will at him. It was not unlike watching Sif face down the savage taunts of her fellow warriors, before she had proven her mettle to all and outlived a fair number of them. Her face was beautiful in a delicate, fine-drawn way, and her light brown hair was pulled back into a bun.
“We are trying to help you. You were struck by a car, and we need to examine you, determine the extent of your injuries. So we’ll know what we need to do for you.” Her gaze held steady on his.
Thor reached out a hand - the oddly-garbed males in the room all stiffened, but his motion was almost tentative - and lifted the small placard pinned to her top with one finger. “Jane. Foster. R.N. What is this, R.N.?”
“Registered nurse. It tells other health care workers what I’m licensed to do and not do for patients,” Jane Foster explained calmly. “That is Dr. Marshall. He’s in charge here.” She nodded toward the grinner.
He drew his hand back after letting it linger at her chest a moment too long. “That, I very much doubt,” he said, and spared the man a dismissive glance. Then he turned his attention back to the woman. “I am not much harmed, Jane Foster. You need not minister to me. Others here must need aid more than I.”
“Nevertheless. We’d be grateful if you’d let us see that for ourselves, Mister…?”
“Thor.” He glanced around the room; all wore small placards with two names upon them. “Odinson,” he added.
“Well. If you’ll just hop right back up here, Mr. O’Denson, we’ll get this right out of the way.” Thor rolled his shoulders at the sound of the smiler’s voice and stared at Jane.
“No one is going to do anything to hurt you here. I give you my word.” Thor’s shoulders relaxed, and he let himself be led back to the bed. “Would you like me to stay?” Jane asked the doctor.
“No,” Marshall began, but Thor spoke over him, not shouting but in his deepest speaking voice. “Yes.” A quick buzz of annoyance crossed the doctor’s face, and Jane hid a smile.
“Let me call out and get someone to cover the floor, and I’ll stay.”
Chapter 2