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Who: Jane and Thor
What: Meeting
Where: Jane’s apartment
When: April
Rating: PG
Status: Complete


Jane was absorbed in her work by the time the knock at the door came. She didn’t even hear it the first or second time, but when Georgie picked up her head and perked her ears toward the door Jane realised she had missed something. She looked at her watch and realised what time it was, swearing as she picked the cat up from her lap and deposited her on the couch. She looked around the apartment she shared with Darcy hurriedly, but at this late stage there wasn’t really much she could do about the cereal bowls and coffee cups littered about the kitchen area. Wincing, she moved to open the door, smiling up at the big man on the other side.

Thor grinned down at Jane. He had a lot of confusing feelings in his head after his dreams, the latest of which had left him sitting alone in a cell because he couldn’t lift his hammer. That was depressing, so he decided not to focus much on it.

Having people that shared in this. Darcy, Jane, even his brother, made it all easier to bear. His mannerism and speech patterns tended to flit between dream him and real him pretty easily. But if he was honest with himself he’d always talked a bit like that. “Jane. It’s good to see you.”

"Hi Thor," Jane smiled up at him, he was, after all, incredibly handsome. "Do you wanna come in?" she asked, already feeling herself getting nervous and over-talky. "Sorry about the mess but uh...well, I got engrossed reconciling data and the world just kind of...phased out," she chuckled nervously, heading to the sink to put the dirty dishes in it. "You uh...you want a drink?"

"You do science here, as well?" He asked, ducking his head as he stepped inside. He looked around. It seemed a bit chaotic, but if she was anything like her dream-self that was to be expected. Thor thought there was probably some pattern to the chaos that only Jane understood. "Whatever you have is fine."

“I do science everywhere,” Jane smiled at him with a little shrug. “Most of my hand built equipment is here though. It’s too cumbersome to transport,” she finished putting things in the sink and turned to fill the kettle up before putting it on to boil. “How do you take your tea then?” she asked, pulling two mugs out of the cupboard.

“As much sugar as you can stand to part with,” Thor told her. He was careful to not bump into anything in the kitchen as he moved, which was easier said than done. He wasn’t accustomed to it, but he felt somewhat awkward around her.

“Sugar...right,” Jane stopped and thought for a moment before heading to the right cupboard and pulling out the sugar pot. “So uh...two? Three?” she asked, taking a teaspoon out of a drawer and starting to ladle it out as she felt him move into the kitchen behind her. “I figure we could take it up onto the roof and watch the meteor shower. That is...if you want to,” she suggested over her shoulder.

“Yes, three.” His grin was a toothy one, even as he rubbed the back of his neck. “That would be splendid, indeed. To watch the shower of stars.”

Jane looked up at him and grinned at the turn of phrase, pausing in the middle of dosing out the sugar. “I’ve never heard anyone call it that before,” she told him. “Apart from y’know...you, in the dreams I mean,” she laughed nervously, finishing off the tea.

“They’ve had an influence on my manner of speaking, yes,” Thor admitted. “I find that I feel more like myself the more I dream. Even though they can be disconcerting at the best of times.”

Jane nodded and took the two cups in her hands and walked over to him. She handed his cup over and gestured that he should follow her as they headed up to the roof. “So what have you dreamed about so far?” she asked as she pushed the roof door open and lead him out to the two garden recliners she had set up there, pretty much like from her dreams. Her easel stood to one side with a half finished painting of the city skyline.

“I have come to Midgard, and you ran me over with your van.” Thor replied, taking the cup once they were on the roof. “Twice.” Despite his words he was grinning at her, as though that were the most entertaining thing in the history of ever. “And a bit past that. I went to retrieve Mjolnir.”

"Oh. Yeah, sorry about that," Jane winced at him as she sat down on one of the recliners. "To be fair, the first one wasn't all my fault," she explained.

“No, that one was not your fault, so I forgive you.” In truth, Thor had found that whole part to be really hilarious. “Being a man in a place he does not belong is interesting, at least. Especially as I can wake up and wonder at my own ineptitude at quaint mortal technology.”

Jane blushed at that, she still found it quite laughable that she managed to run the same man over twice in one day. “Well, it definitely gives the rest of us a laugh too,” she chuckled, settling back on the lounger. “Have they been...affecting you? In the real world I mean?” she asked, turning her head to face him.

“I have gained an inch in height, and I am broader, but I haven’t noticed much of the strength I have when I dream.” Thor actually sounded fairly disappointed. “Perhaps I am not yet worthy. My weapon is not here.”

"I watched you run into a camp filled with highly trained soldiers and knock them all flat to get that hammer," Jane said distantly as she watched him. "You changed after that, less...cocky more...mature I guess," she gave a little laugh and shook her head, shifting her eyes to the heavens.

“I realized, I think, that I was not as good a person as I thought I was.” Thor closed his eyes, then opened them and looked back up at the stars. There was too much light in the city, and he couldn’t see them as well as he could have liked. He wished he could just pick Jane up and fly with her to the mountains, so they could see the sky the way it was meant to be seen.

“You were, you just didn’t know it yet,” Jane shrugged, taking a sip from her tea. “So no sign of Mjolnir yet then?”

“None, and I cannot sense where it is. If it’s out there, it’s out of my reach.” It was cliche, but he felt incomplete without his hammer. It was a part of it. More than a tool, more than a weapon, in a way it symbolized who he was.

“It’ll be out there, I’m sure of it,” Jane told him as a thought struck her. “In fact,” she sat up quickly, trying not to spill her tea over herself as she did. “I might be able to try and find it for you. If the energy readings from my dreams are similar to Mjolnir’s energy readings here, and I can’t see why not, I might be able to locate it,” she looked up at him excitedly.

“Do you really think you can?” He looked at her, startled. Of course she thought she could. And he thought she might be able to. Something told him that Jane Foster was brilliant.

“Why not?” Jane asked rhetorically. “Give me some time, I’ll probably need to rejig somethings, maybe build an entirely new instrument, but I can’t see why not,” she grinned at him, the prospect of this new project was tantalising.

“Jane Foster, you are a wonderful woman and a gift to this realm,” Thor said, his smile as bright as the sun.

Jane blushed and laughed nervously at that, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and nodded. “Thank you,” she replied quietly. “I’ll start on it tomorrow, but for now,” she threw her legs back up on the lounger and settled back. “Let’s just sit back and enjoy the show before Darcy gets back,” she said. Talking to Thor was easy. He was charming and incredibly attractive, she got the feeling this was going to be a beautiful friendship.

“Darcy is a good person,” he remarked, and settled in as well. “You choose your friends well.” Thor glanced at Jane, smiling, then looked back up at the stars. He wondered if Asgard was up there, and if so, was Heimdal watching?