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❝  well,  yeah,  there's  not  really  gonna  be  a  kitchen  at  the  library.  ❞  HE'S  FUNNY  EVEN  WHEN  HE  DOESN'T  MEAN  TO  BE,  it  makes  her  laugh  –  a  loud,  snorting  laugh.  her  eyes  crescent  as  she  takes  his  hand  and  she's  more  than  grateful  that  thor  is  being  his  usual  gentleman-ly  self  because  all  the  strength  in  her  legs  has  gone. 

SITTING  FOR  TOO  LONG.  she's  always  had  a  slightly  weak  constitution  but  this  was  a  little  ridiculous.  who  elses  legs  gave  out  when  they  sat  for  hours?  no  one  she  knew.  ❝  thanks,  hon.  ❞  she  schools  the  annoyance  she  feels,  shaking  her  left  leg  once,  twice,  before  she  does  the  same  to  the  other. 

❝  are  you  sure?  i  mean  the  books  are  heavy---  actually,  yeah.  i  would  appreciate  it.  ❞  the  books  were  heavy  but  thor  was  strong.  stronger  than  strong.  cheeks  flush  slightly.  she'd  seen  him  shirtless  a  few  times  and  the  first  thought  that  came  up  was  exactly  that.

❝  still,  i  think  that  it's  really  sweet  you  came  here  to  do  that.  not  even  my  best  friend  does  that  anymore.  you're  like  the  only  one  who  ever  really  comes  to  find  me  anymore.  ❞  and  there  is  a  sadness  in  her  voice,  it  trembles  only  a  little  —  quickly  masked  by  another  laugh  and  her  smile  that  doesn't  quite  reach  her  eyes  this  time.  ❝  loki?  yeah,  loki  scared  the  hell  out  of  me  earlier  today!  i  almost  forgot.  ❞

mouth  opens  to  continue  only  to  be  silenced  by  the  growl  of  unfed  stomach.  the  flush  on  her  face  darkens  and  she  quickly  gathers  her  things.  ❝  um-  yeah,  i  DID  find  something  a  little  interesting!  on  um..  doppelgängers.  ❞  stuffing  her  notes  into  her  bag,  she  looks  up.  ❝  okay.  i'm  all  set,  let's  go  get  lunch--  dinner?  is  this  an  impromptu  date?  ❞

maybe hearing about this will cheer loki up, when he returns home.  you were right; she was distracted by her books again.  all is well, she wasn’t ignoring me.  i had overreacted.  why?  that part is still lost on him.  it has been so long since he’s felt like this —— drawn to someone, stuck in their orbit, excited by the mere thought of them and crushed by their absence —— that he isn’t sure he can remember the last one.  was it like this?  a whirlwind of alternating emotions that take their turns spinning him out of control?

“you’ve been here all day, and…”  looking around absently, this time, thor nods.  “i don’t see a kitchen here.  i would imagine you are quite hungry.  are these books coming with us?  i’ll carry them for you.”

though he’s been seated only a moment, thor rises again, pushing the chair in carefully and rounding the table to her side.  a hand is held out —— for her to take, to help her up.

“you don’t have to thank me.  i wanted to be sure you were alright.  loki said you would probably still be here.”  is that the entire truth?  not exactly.  does she need to know that, right this second?  he decides no.  when he is ready to make a fool of himself, he’ll be more honest.  “and in between eating all the fries you can handle, you can tell me what you’ve read today.  have you found anything particularly ineresting?”

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A  WEEKEND  FOR  EVERYONE  ELSE  MEANT  GOING  TO  PARTIES  OR  HANGING  OUT  WITH  FRIENDS.  a  weekend  for  jane  meant  spending  time  reading,  researching  and  studying  in  the  library.  sure,  most  people  would  find  it  boring  —  she'd  heard  it  a  thousand  times  before.  (  JANE,  WHY  DON'T  YOU  JUST  COME  OUT  WITH  US  INSTEAD?  no,  sorry!  i've  got  catching  up  to  do!  )  she  didn't  actually,  but  what  darcy  didn't  know  wouldn't  hurt  her.

the  library  was  more  of  a  home  to  her  than  her  own,  she  found  comfort  in  being  surrounded  by  aged  books  and  soft  chatter.  all  she  really  needed  was  a  couple  cups  of  coffee,  a  snack  and  the  piling  stack  of  books  beside  her  and  she  was  good  to  go.

which  she  had  been,  for  hours  now.  she  half  remembers  picking  up  her  phone  to  tell  thor  that  she  was  reading  something  and  then  set  it  down.  only  now,  when  the  book  between  her  hands  is  taken  from  her  does  she  blink  a  few  times  and  look  up.

it's  thor.  she  almost  wants  to  look  confused.  however,  one  glance  around  the  library  and  towards  the  windows  gives  her  all  the  information  she  needed.  she'd  been  there  since  early  in  the  morning  and  it  was  already  getting  dark.  when  was  the  last  time  she  ate  again?

she  frowns,  tilting  her  head.  ❝  oh  um..  hey,  thor.  i  didn't  realize  you  texted  me,  i'm  sorry.  ❞  reaching  for  her  phone,  she  quickly  checks  her  messages.  the  ones  from  thor  and  a  few  from  darcy.  sheepishly,  bottom  lip  is  bitten  and  she  shrugs.  ❝  i've  uh..  been  here  since  the  library  opened…  sorry,  i  really  didn't  mean  to  ignore  you  at  all.  ❞

there's  a  softness  in  her  gaze  when  she  looks  at  thor  next,  a  hand  coming  up  to  tuck  a  strand  of  her  hair  behind  her  ear.  ❝  i  have  an  idea,  why  don't  we  go  get  something  to  eat?  honestly,  i'm  kind  of  starving--  and  also  pretty  much  done  for  the  day.  thank  you,  by  the  way..  ❞  for  coming  to  check  on  me. 

it’s absurd, when he thinks about it.  logic demands to be acknowledged —— the likelihood that loki is right, she is only hyperfocused on her studies.  thor knows how dedicated she is to uncovering all there is to uncover (she already knows of him, his family; what more does she need?).  but the other part of him, the part that leans perhaps too heavily into emotion, is intent on ignoring it.  what if loki is wrong?

thor isn’t used to this.  this doesn’t happen to him.  what is it about this one, human girl…?

head held high, his strides quick, he does just as what was suggested: he marches into the local library, casts his gaze around… and, surely enough, he spots her.  at a table, eyes glued to a book.  he can only imagine how long she has sat there.

in but a moment, he deflates.  his steps slow, his shoulders slump.  once determined and confident, he now appears almost sheepish.  equally as absurd for someone his age, with his power.  approaching quietly, he swiftly seats himself across from her and drums his fingers against the table once, twice.

then he reaches forward, carefully plucking the book and pulling it away to catch her attention.  “hi,” he greets, the smile on his face quaint.  “sorry to surprise you.  i’d texted you, but —— have you been here long?”

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Natalie Portman as Jane Foster in ‘Avengers: Endgame’ (2019) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

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independent,  private  &  mutually  exclusive  writing  sideblog  for  dr.  jane  foster.  written  as  an  original  character  like  much  of  my  other  muses.  lore  is  cherry  picked  from  the  comics  and  the  mcu,  jane's  main  verse  sees  her  dying  at  the  end  of  love  &  thunder.  nsfw  may  be  present  on  this  blog,  minors  &  non  roleplay  blogs  do  not  interact.  i  follow  back  from  @presidentlaufeyson  however  don't  follow  if  we  aren't  mutuals  there.

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NATALIE PORTMAN as JANE FOSTER Thor: Love and Thunder (2022)