One day Loki is stalking Jane Foster when she goes out on the town in New York.

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A fanfic I'm working on. It's crazy because it has this whole gender issues thing. Loki getting along with the girls and the concept of women as second-class citizens is something he relates to, having always felt second-class in Asgard because he didn't commit to gender roles (i.e. learning "women's" magic).

But yeah. I'm having fun writing it.

Did I mention there will eventually be Loki/Steve Rogers? I like this because of reasons.



Part 1

So Jane is going shopping with Darcy and Agent Romonov because her luggage from Puerto Antigua got eaten by the airline system and then it was somehow decided to be a girls' day out. She's not sure how that happened considering she only known Agent Romonov--Natasha for a couple days, but she's pretty sure Darcy's to blame.

They make it through three clothing stores (Jane), a book store (Darcy), a lingerie boutique (all three of them), and a screaming match about hipster fashion (Darcy again) before Natasha spots a good deal on mimosas and they stop for brunch.

"Is that, like, your secret power? Because you can see really well," Darcy says as they're waiting for food. "Like how you saw that clearance tag on that skirt from completely across the store. It was bomb."

"If it was a secret, she wouldn't be able to say anything, would she?" Jane points out.

"Spotting a sale from a mile away..." Natasha muses. "That would be a super power."

"So?" Darcy asks. She leans forward on the table, pushing up her glasses with a finger to stare eagerly at Natasha. Jane's not gonna lie, she's pretty curious herself. With a code name like Black Widow...

"Sorry to disappoint, but no super powers here. And observation skills are part of every agent's training."

Darcy nods solemnly. "Like Sherlock Holmes. I gotcha."

They eat scrambled eggs and brioche french toast and a plate full of croissants and drink far too many mimosas. It's probably the nicest Sunday Jane's had since she broke up with Donald-- which, no.

She's not going to think about that, because thinking about Donald makes her think about Thor, who reminds her of the golden retriever puppy her grandmother had as a pet. Thor, who is the actual Norse god of thunder, who'd wished her luck on vanquishing the fashion police as they left the helicarrier (probably Darcy's fault).

Thor, who kisses her hand every time he sees her again even if it's only been a few hours.

Jane's face is probably the color of a tomato right now and goddamn it that's why she doesn't want to be thinking about Thor right now. It was bad enough in the lingerie store, which at least had dim lighting.

"Look how red you are! I think you've had one too many drinks, pretty lady," Darcy says and tries to take her glass away.

"What? No!" Jane grabs at her mimosa-- and, okay, the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. Because Darcy's had more than a few herself, so her coordination's off, and then there's Natasha rolling her eyes at them because she's Russian and the champagne might as well be water for all that it affects her, so Jane grabs at the glass but Darcy holds on and then lets go and Jane somehow ends up flinging the entire contents over her shoulder.

"Beyla's tits!" someone swears.

Jane practically swivels in her seat, horrified. "Oh my god, I am so sorry."

The woman sitting at the table behind her looks seriously pissed before she visibly forces herself calm. "It was an accident," she says flatly. "I understand." She gingerly dabs at her green silk shirt with a napkin. It looks like some mimosa got in her hair too, the way the feathery black hair is dripping.

"Is that shirt expensive?" Darcy asks. "Because it looks expensive."

Jane tries to incinerate Darcy with her eyes, but no luck.

"I'm just saying, she can come with us to buy a new shirt, Tony gave us his credit card didn't he?" Darcy says, waving a hand. "You want to come with us? We've totally got a sugar daddy footing the bill. Except not that kind of sugar daddy, because his girlfriend's totally awesome and we're not skanks."

"Even if he is," Natasha mutters.

"Anyway, we've got a platinum AmEx and we're not afraid to use it."

The woman looks wide-eyed with surprise. "Well-- I... suppose I have no other plans."

Shit. Would it be awkward having a stranger around? Well, it's not like she and Darcy have interests in common with each other or with Natasha, and the day'd been going pretty well so far. What's the worst that could happen, really?

"That's great!" Jane says brightly. "My name's Jane, this is Darcy and Natasha," she added.

"Call me Lucy," the other woman says with a slow smile.

 

TBC