There was screaming, pain and blood. She thought she would break from the pain. Then there was a cool graceful hand pressed against her cheek, lips pressing against her ear, whispering harsh words of promise. Then everything went back with the smooth lingering words in her ear, “Sleep well Jane.”
Thor drank from his cup, the mead warming his body and relaxing the tense and sore muscles of his body. But it was a poor substitute. It had been three months since he had last visited Midgard. That had been after the war with Loki and after his brother had manipulated Asgard to escape once again.
After that, Thor had needed something more then just battle or mead to help him. So he had gone back to rekindle the relationship with Jane.
Now as Thor sat feasting at the grand table with the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, it just wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel her soft skin, hear her gentle laugh and listen to her sweet voice. Jane calmed Thor like no one else.
Suddenly the doors slammed open and a guard walked in. He looked right at Thor and said in a booming voice. “Heimdall requires your presence my prince.”
Everyone fell silent, uncertain of why the Gatekeeper was calling for Thor. The prince looked around before standing, nodding at his company before following behind the guard, his mind racing. As they came closer, he was surprised to see his father standing next to Heimdall. Thor walked up, gripping Mjolnir nervously, “AllFather.”
“Thor.” His father murmured.
Heimdall turned his golden gaze on the thunder god, expression unreadable and voice as always, lacking emotion. “Thor, you must go back to Midgard.”
“Loki?” he felt his heart leap in his throat, what had his little brother done now?
“Jane.” That single word was almost enough to knock Thor to his knees. Jane? Jane? Of all people, why her?
He was struggling to catch his breath, fighting to keep his emotions in check as he looked desperately at the Gatekeeper. “What is wrong? What has happened to her?”
“It is not my place to speak of it. But you must go to Midgard immediately.”
Thor looked over at the half built Bifrost which was nearly finished before looking at Odin. His father nodded once before he beat the end of his staff on the rainbow bridge three times. Immediately the bright colors darkened, swirling until a black hole appeared under Thor and he was falling. He waited several beats, gripping Mjolnir before twirling it and flying out of the darkness and into the Midgardian sky.
It took Thor a bit to recognize where he was before veering right and heading to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters which had taken home in the only place that made sense. Stark Tower. Thor landed heavily on the landing pad to see Natasha Romanoff already waiting for him. “Thor, good to see you again. Although I wish it were under better circumstances.”
“As do I. Tell me, where is Jane?” he asked, stepping towards the fiery agent, his voice deep with worry.
“Follow me.” Natasha walked into Stark Tower with Thor following close behind. His look asked the question that dared not leave his lips. “Loki paid Jane a visit not long after you left for the second time, and before we knew it they were both gone. We searched everywhere for her and just when we were closing in on her location, Jane appeared on the roof, unharmed but…she had no memory of why she was in New York.”
“Wait, are you telling me she does not know who she is?” Thor asked in disbelief.
“No, I am saying she knows who she is, has all her memories leading up to the night before she met you.” Natasha stopped, turning to look at him. Thor stared in what could be identified as horror.
“She…does not…remember…me?” Thor asked softly.
“No.” Thor decided to keep quiet until he saw Jane for himself. Maybe this was some sort of game of theirs. Just to test him.
When they got near the room, he saw Fury and banner. They were talking in low hushed voices, falling silent at the sight of Thor. Natasha looked almost uncomfortable now, unsure of what would happen. Thor gave them a nod before walking through the door and into the lab.
Jane was sitting on the bench, idly drawing on the table with a pan. Thor stood by the door for a few seconds before clearing his throat. Jane looked up startled before flashing a sarcastic smile, “Hello. And who are you that I am supposed to remember?”
The color drained from her face, “Oh.”
“Jane…?” he took a step towards her, causing her to stand and take a step back.
Everyone had been telling her that she was the one who had met Thor. She was the one who had seen him come to Earth and had learned about Asgard before anyone else. She was supposedly helping them discover the wormhole’s formula so that S.H.I.E.L.D. could have direct contact with the Asgardians. They also said that she was in love with Thor. Yet she could not remember him. The only thing she knew was that her heart beat faster at seeing him, her fingers longed to touch his rippling muscles and her heart twisted at hearing the agony in his voice. These emotions confused the hell out of her and freaked her out.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know you. I’m so sorry!” Jane said softly before brushing by him and running.
Thor stayed where he was, dumbstruck. Jane didn’t remember him. She didn’t remember the time she had hit him with her car. The night on the roof by the fire. His lips brushing against hers. The tears of joy and the passionate kiss they had shared at seeing each other again. She didn’t remember his calloused hands running up her smooth skin, his lips touching her neck, the long nights they had spent together. She didn’t even remember the conversation where they admitted that they held each other’s hearts. Jane still held his yet she had no idea.
That shook him into action but by the time he got to her chambers, she was gone. Jane was already on the plane back to New Mexico.