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The 913th Day	By : jinx1764 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 1459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three

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How he coddled her, fawning and bleating. Was this what the God of Thunder had been reduced to because of a female? A mortal female. Loki curled his lip, disgusted at the pathetic display of his not-brother draped over his great love as Eir worked to calm Jane Foster. According to Thor, she'd been screaming insistently ever since Malekith had attacked. Since Thor had released him, he'd been at two bedsides within a day. Sleep in a real bed would be pleasant.
Good gods, Thor, she's still alive. Loki chuckled quietly and pressed two fingers over his mouth. At least as long as her lungs continue working so well.
"Something funny, Loki?"
He turned to his left and cocked a brow. "I find humor in all things, Sif. Even the darkest. You should know this best of all."
Her mouth twitched, and her sword arm flinched. "How dare you—"
Loki leaned into her ear, then glanced towards Thor and Jane. "Tell me true, Sif, must you not laugh to keep from crying as he mourns her so?"
Her face blanched. "Loki, you do yourself no favors saying such things."
"Indeed?" He blanked his expression and shrugged. "My apologies. I was only trying to help."
She huffed, then spun and stomped off.
While he smirked at her back, Volstagg lumbered forward. "Making friends with Sif again, then?"
"Always."
"You're looking better." The bulkier, hairier man waved his empty up and down, the other held a tankard. "Less ragged and, well, ungroomed."
Loki gave him a tight smile. "Eloquent as usual, I see. As for my appearance, the wonders of a bath, a servant and new clothes never cease, hmm?"
Volstagg forced a laugh hard enough to shake his gut. "Yes, well…"
"I suppose I should be grateful Odin allowed me this much." Loki plucked at his tunic, a reproduction of the one he'd worn when he was captured.
"Come now, Loki, you know the All Father means well."
"Does he? You don't think he's being just a bit ironic?"
"Why?" Volstagg asked, blinking rapidly beneath his brushy eyebrows, tankard held midway to his mouth.
Loki sighed and walked away. "Never mind." Thor's caterwauling was an improvement on Volstagg's density and Sif's… well anything Sif. Leaving a stammering Volstagg behind, Loki sauntered to his not-brother's side.
"Loki," Thor stood, rested his hands on the analysis table and leaned his weight upon them. Jane Foster lay still upon the table, backlit by brilliant white light controlled by Eir's magic. Haloed by the glow of Eir's magic, Loki had to admit Jane's beauty was remarkable. For a mortal.
"Brother, she's finally resting," Thor said, voice hoarse with recent abuse. His eyes were red-rimmed and slightly puffy.
Pathetic. Loki started to sneer, then caught himself. Would do to offend his 'savior', now would it?
"Yes, she seems peaceful, but is she truly?"
"His Highness is perceptive, as usual," Eir said, bowing her head.
"What do you mean?" Thor asked. Worry lines etched deeper around his eyes. Had Eir not explained what she'd done? Typical of Thor to agree without full knowledge.
Eir clasped her hands to her front, just below her waist. "As I explained earlier, I've been able to," she took a deep breath, "shackle I suppose is an appropriate word, the dark spirit within her. It will extend her life and sanity, but…" Eir frowned, her knuckles blanching.
"Is there nothing else?" Thor finger-combed her long brown locks, which were tangled and damp.
"I'm sorry, your Highness," she whispered. Her eyes met Loki's. "I had hoped, that perhaps, another's expertise with magic might answer question in which I could not."
Thor faced him. "Loki, will you not try? You did swear—"
"I know what I swore! But you said nothing of possessed mortals and dark magics!" He jutted his chin towards the motionless, barely breathing Jane. "How am I to fight Malekith, if I expend my energy on your mortal?"
"Loki, please!" Thor's weak eyes pleaded. "Jane doesn't deserve this."
"And I do?" He thumped his chest.
Thor grabbed his shoulders. "You know I did not mean that, brother."
Loki snarled and pulled away. "Do I? You know nothing of dark magics, Thor. If I attempt to save her, what assurances do I have for my safety? If it infects me, will All Father lock me away again?"
"Loki."
"Or worse?" Over Thor's shoulders, Loki saw Eir's shocked expression to his crazed laughter. "Dispose of me for fear I will infect others?"
"Loki, stop this at once!" Thor grabbed him again, shook him, them embraced him. "I will not allow such things to happen to you, brother."
Now Loki did sneer. "Brother."
"Yes, brother." Thor relaxed his rib-crushing hug, and Loki studied him for any falseness. Thor waited.
Quietly, Loki asked, "You swear it?"
"I swear it."
Sucking in his lower lip, Loki curled his first finger at his chin. "Even if I am unable to help her, which is entirely likely, Thor."
Thor nodded vigorously. "I understand."
"I may be able to learn something more of Malekith, his goals, his plans."
"Is that possible?"
Loki moved his excessively dry tongue, then swallowed with difficulty. "Perhaps."
"Brother, how dangerous is this?"
Loki expelled a single bark of mirthless laughter. "You need to ask? Your Jane is near death, her sanity will be in question when she wakes, and you can wonder at the danger?"
"You're right. I shouldn't have asked you to do this. It's enough that Mother is gone." Thor's brows came together in a deep crease over the bridge of his nose.
"Oh no you don't!" Growling, Loki shoved Thor aside so he could stand next to Jane's head. "Don't dare use Mother! I said I would!"
Exchanging a strained look with Eir, Thor stumbled back. "If you are sure, Loki."
"You doubt me?"
"Of course not, I just…"
"Loki," Eir said softly, "we're concerned for both you and Jane's welfare."
"Indeed?"
Undaunted by his sarcasm, she continued, "Jane's condition is unprecedented. We have no idea what could happen when connect with her."
"Yet you did."
"I did not. I merely cast a containment spell within her consciousness. I only had to throw my net wide enough to secure Jane and the dark spirit within her."
"Ah." Loki stared at the petite mortal laying beneath his hands, which hovered over her forehead. Another inch to touch her skin and he could start his connection spell, weaving their consciousnesses together with whatever dark spirit lived within her. I don't have to do this. Thor will let me walk away. Yes, walk away right back into that cell.
"I need silence," he said as he laid his hands on Jane Foster's forehead, his fingers curling down her cheeks and temples. Between one breath and the next, he plunged through Eir's barrier and into Jane's mind.
Pain!
Confusion!
Darkness!
Other!
Swirling gray spun and tossed him, and Loki fought to stabilize his decent. Must remain in control! Slow… slower…
Gray blurs became sparks of color, spin, spinning. He would vomit if he could.
Jane.
Jane Foster!
A white light flashed in the corner of his eye. Once. Twice. And he sped towards it.
Jane?
Who are you?
I'm here to help you.
Who are you?
A friend … of Thor's.
Thor? Thor!
Follow me through the barrier, Jane, but do not allow the darkness to cling to you.
I'll try. It's… I don't like…
Be strong, Jane Foster. It's the only way.
Loki led the light of Jane's purity through the darkness, threads of the corruption reaching for them every second. Her energy pulsed with his so closely that Loki forgot where he ended, Jane began and the fringes of the dark spirit danced. Concentration faltering, magic tiring—how long had he been under?—Loki stretched and thinned himself as he raced for the exit, Jane with tucked with his consciousness. As they pushed through the barrier and gasped fresh air into their lungs, Loki felt the darkness trickle out with them and he glimpsed somewhat of Malekith's plan.
But at what price?
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