Tough one! But I thought this needed to be up in time for Christmas, so have a happy (and Lokane-filled) Christmas, all.
If Loki had surprised her by asking to come along as she does her Christmas shopping, it’s nothing compared to the priceless reaction that flashes across his face as he shoves his way through the crowds in the town’s largest mall.
“What is this madness that has befallen Midgard?” He practically shouts his disbelief into her face as he wrestles with an enormous pile of tinsel that has gotten itself entangled in their basket.
“We call it the pre-Christmas sales,” Jane replies with a yell of her own. “You did say you wanted to come.”
She’s surlier than she normally is and as much as it pains her to admit, it really isn’t quite Loki’s fault this time around.
Or maybe it is.
It isn’t too often that a tall stranger with a posh accent forms a part of the usual shopping crowd here, but when that happens, there are those – particularly of the female sex – who take notice of it the way a shark detects the scent of blood from afar.
Damn him for choosing to do his Christmas shopping in an expensively-conjured up suit anyway. Among other men who were in trainers, jeans and unmatching coats, Loki was getting all the attention he would ever need in several Asgardian lifetimes.
And he would have never needed to conquer Earth the hard way when most women in the mall looked ready to throw themselves at his feet as he walked past.
“This is possibly a misjudgement on my part.”
Losing his patience as he kicks off the last of the tinsel, Loki teleports them straight into the haberdashery section just as she is examining a pair of black heels, planting the both of them in a relatively quiet aisle that has colourful spools of wool and neatly-displayed knitting needles.
“And here I thought mortals had truly evolved beyond behaviour deemed acceptable.”
Ignoring his snide comment, Jane spends the next few seconds trying to reorientate as she normally does when Loki tears a hole in space-time too quickly for her liking.
“Who said all human behaviour was rational? And where the hell are we-”
The sharp clicks of stilettos across the hard floor make her break off in annoyance.
Of course the aisle wouldn’t stay empty for long.
The giggling women follow in their wake barely five seconds after they’d teleported out of the shoe section of the store, undeterred by her constant presence by his side. They’re well-dressed – perhaps overly so for an excursion such as this – and dolled up to the nines like mannequins at a masquerade ball, Jane thinks uncharitably. Irritation prickles her skin as she notes their blatant stares and inviting smiles aimed solely at Loki. It bothers her much more than the vicious glares that they level at her.
Damn him for looking too good in a place like this. And damn her for suddenly regressing a few million years in evolutionary behaviour.
Jane has never touted herself as a possessive and a jealous woman…until now.
Flashing them a malicious grin, she loops a deliberate arm around Loki’s neck and pulls his face down towards hers, exaggerating every action for her unwitting audience. It’s easy to lose herself in him as always, too hard to admit how deep their desires run, she realises as her tongue tangles with his own in a desperate dance that couldn’t have hinted at a thirst that had been slaked a mere hour ago beneath crumpled sheets.
When they finally surface for air, the aisle is clear again.
“You acted with a purpose in mind,” he tells her knowingly. “Staking your claim, I see.”
Jane doesn’t bother denying it, not when she’s too self-satisfied to care about the hint of mockery in his voice that she hears. Not when she’s happily blaming Loki’s incredibly bad influence in her life for her current behaviour.
“You seemed to like it,” she tells him breezily.
“Oh, I did enjoy myself,” he says smugly as he cants his head towards the next aisle where a larger, second group of women lie in wait to catch a glimpse of their exotic specimen. Taking a step closer to her, he murmurs with a sly look, “As I’m about to enjoy the second part of the Jane Foster show even more.”
His grin widens in response. “Do your worst, my lady.”
Favourite Ships - Loki & Jane [Thor]
He hated the way she carried herself around him.
He hated the way she didn’t seem to fear him.
He hated her for raising her hand against him.
He hated that his brother would take her wherever they went.
He hated her smile, no matter how rare.
He hated her eyes, no matter how tired they’d turned.
And he hated how through all that hatred she took his breath away…
“At Peace”: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7345708/1/At-Peace
“Thaw" (rated M): http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7404202/1/Thaw
“First Date”: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7884866/1/First-Date
Hope our new shipmates enjoy. ^.^
Before I shipped Thorki as hardcore as I do now, I shipped Lokane. (I still do) But omg these fics gave me life.
sorry I thought this was a Pantene commercial at first
Chapter 3 is finally up! I’m not very good with timing.
Many of you are undoubtedly familiar with Alydia Rackham and her Loki/Jane fanfic series: Fallen Star, Brother Avengers, The Lokistone, and a bunch of side stories.
What you might NOT know, is that she writes original fiction too. She published her latest book, The Paradox Initiative, not too…
This really shouldn’t be the reason to get a sequel from any author. In fact, this is practically a way to get a huge amount of fake positive reviews from others who only wants a sequel.
Honestly, she should just write it and not bribe people to up her positive feedback on it.
I really wish this hadn’t been reblogged as a link, but I agree with the above.
She’s a very nice person, and writes good love stories (even if the fluff sometimes grates on me).
But yes, the way she is going about getting feedback is shallow to me, and though I do recommend reading her stuff, don’t leave a review unless you feel you want to. Writing should be an enjoyment for yourself, not bribing people to fluff your feathers for a reward.
A mob/gangster Lokane AU multichap because it is my guilty pleasure and indulgence.