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Jane banged her sciency equipment on the table. “I’m *bang* not *bang* getting *bang* anything!”
Darcy switched the song on her ipod from Do I wanna Know? By the Arctic Monkeys, to Crazy by Britney Spears. “You should try throwing it.”
Eight months. That’s how long it had been since Jane had seen her Intergalactic hunk. And she wouldn’t stop sciencing about it.
Every morning from six o’ clock till one the following morning, they were up trying to build a way to get to Thor. It was a lot of strenuous work on Darcy’s part. First of all, coffee never made itself and poptarts didn’t just magically appear in the cupboards. Some poor soul had to go and fetch them. Also, there were endless amounts of data to be plugged into endless data spreadsheets.
Then there was SHIELD popping in all the time asking how research was going or whatever. At least Agent Coulson was friendlier now. He always made it a point to tell her hello and ask if she was keeping her taser charged. The answer was always yes.
The only time Darcy had any real fun was when Tony Stark showed up, which he did more often now that Jane’s Einstein Rosen Bridge was almost completed. Now there was a guy who knew how to have fun in a lab. Not only did he drive everyone crazy with his obnoxious taunting and jokes, he made always found a way to incorporate Darcy in his games. Every now and then they would text each other funny pictures making fun of particularly embarrassing trials involving Jane and her precious bridge maker.
“I just don’t understand.” Jane moaned, banging her hand onto the battered journal in front of her. Darcy was tempted to start taking a video just in case she started throwing things. “This should be working…it really should.”
Darcy patted her friend’s shoulder, checking the time. Only ten o’ clock? Damn. “Have you tried playing some Nicki Minaj to it?”
Jane shot her an unpleasant look.
“I’m serious!” Darcy insisted, scrolling through her Ipod. “It’s probably like a baby or something and you need to sing it some music to wake it up!”
“You sing music to put babies to sleep, Darcy! And who the hell plays NIcki Minaj for their baby?” Jane groaned, kneeling on the floor next to a cube like contraption with several wires poking out of the sides, a small lens caught up in the complexity of it’s insides.
Darcy switched on Starships. “This baby is special. We play the baby Minaj because we want your baby to have joy.”
Jane groaned as the chorus started up:
Starships, we’re meant to flyyyyy
Hands up, and touch the skyyyy
Let’s do this one last tiiiime!
Can’t stop, cuz we’re so hiiiiiigh
Just then, Jane’s contraption began to shake buzz in response to the music. The petite astrophysicist almost jumped out of her skin. “Wait…how….?” She picked up the device and set it on the table.
Even Darcy was excited, turning up the music. “I told you Jane, babies love Nicki!”
Jane ignored her, fiddling with the wires and lens, muttering incoherent things about frequency calibrations. “Darcy….this is….it’s going to….”
Darcy wasn’t really paying attention, instead choosing to get especially hyper and begin dancing around the table, singing the chorus again like some insane chant around Jane’s now vibrating invention.
“…Can’t stop cuz we’re so hiiiiigh!”
“Darcy!” Jane yelled over the machine. It was now flickering fractals of rainbow light around the room.
The assistant continued to dance, ignoring her friend. Jane never did know how to have fun. And how cool was it that the little Einstien-Rosen Bridge generator started working because of Nicki? Even better, if it ended up working, Jane might actually sleep more than two hours tonight. Maybe.
“Darcy! Stop!” The lights started condensing into one location, the machine building up power, humming with energy as Darcy spun around the table one last time.
“Starships, we’re meant to flyyyyy- AHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
She stopped mid song when a blast of light hit her full force in the chest and a swooping sensation tugged at her stomach.
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Heimdall stood at the edge of the rainbow bridge where Asgard’s famous bifrost stood for thousands of years. Well, it had, until Thor had bashed it off with his hammer. Still, Heimdall maintained his position as Gaurdian, silently mourning the loss of his golden observatory. Recently, he had been keeping a rather close watch on Jane Foster, Thor’s love interest from Midgard.
She was intelligent, no doubt, and was constantly working. But Heimdall was most humored by her helper, Miss Lewis. The girl was a unvarying stream of humorous and witty energy. Just a minute ago she had suggested that she and the astrophysicist play songs for the small machine made to recreate the bifrost. He almost laughed at that, but was cut short when the machine began to react.
Standing stiffly on edge(really, he’s standing on the edge) Heimdall watched as the small little box transported Darcy Lewis out of the lab.
Hastily, Heimdall searched over Yggdrasil for a sign of the mortal but with no prevail. She was not on Asgard or any realm known. Yet he could sense, she was not dead.
Immediately, he set forth towards the palace for King Odin who would need to know Midgard was close to finding a way to move between worlds and Prince Thor, who would be most anxious to know his desired Lady had made progress in seeing him once more.
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Loki sat on the floor of his cell in the Land With No Name, awaiting his daily confrontation with his Chitauri captors.
It had been so long ago that he was let fall off the end of the bridge along with the bifrost. The fall was as cold and as bleak as anyone could have imagined. There was nothing for…hours….days…weeks or years. Loki had no idea how much time he spent drifting in the blackest of abysses. Finally, he was found by the Chitauri and now longed to be floating once more.
Standing up, he began to pace. His guards were never late to take him to the Other. So why weren’t they here?
His arrival into their lives was astronomical. The Chitauri longed to take over Yggdrasil as they have since anyone can remember. However, they lacked the necessary information to do so. They didn’t live close enough to any realms to make observations about the places they longed to rule. But now, they had an informant. An Asgardian.
Better yet, he wasn’t any Asgardian. He was Loki Odinson, a member of the royal family who had many experiences with all nine realms and they intended to make the most out of his visit and his rage.
Which is why Loki was so confused when no alien beings appeared at the stone door to release him. He had been second in line for the throne, last Asgardian to be trusted, second most important prisoner of the damned Chitauri….
There must have been a rather unusual event for them to keep away their prized captive.