#askjanethescientist

[lufumaybe]

Jane, Thor, Darcy and Loki and christmasy sweaters

[kissofmistletoe]

Open M!A: A Truth Unspoken

''You brought this action upon yourself, Laufeyson,'' the dwarf sneered, cave-black eyes dancing with the unseen light of perverse pleasure. In the stubby, worm-like fingers, the needle shone a molten silver, almost as if it winked and smiled at the task it was to perform. ''Maybe this will teach you when to open such a shethel tongue.''

This was wrong, this was desperately wrong. The unsettled feeling in Baldr complained so, over and over again, spreading the thought into his heart and wrenching it tight. Loki had merely slithered his way out of execution, he had only offended by denying the dwarven party their delight in striking the Trickster's head from his shoulders. Yet still there was punishment intended, when his brother had only spoken truth. A twisted, slippery truth, but yet the fact still remained the same. He was to be painfully silenced for speaking honestly, and there lay the problem.

''Any last wishes, zagith?''

What was bravery without bordering on foolishness?

''I do have a request,'' Baldr's voice replied, a tide of whispers following on the heels of the echo. ''I would take Loki's punishment for him.''

The voices rose to a crescendo, a deafening wave drowning out the order for silence. Brown eyes met the emerald gaze, and the young god's resolve hardened at the mixture of emotions that swam in his brother's eyes. What was Loki thinking? What quick thoughts ran through that conflicting mind?

''Explain yourself, son,'' the All-Father demanded once the voice of Gungir had quietened the court. The singular glacier eye pierced into him, pinning him to the spot with, what? Was that a covered pride he saw gleaming past the mask of the king?

''Loki spoke only truth, yet still he is to reprimanded for it. If that is so, then I would take my brother's place, for it is because of truth that he would be punished. I wish only for proper justice in the court of Asgard.''

''Are you not protected from harm, istan-nïm?'' Another dwarf replied, the guttural tongue an avalanche of sound in the hall.

''Then coat your thread in the oil from mistletoe, if you wish it, Dwarven Lord, should you care to harm one of Odin's sons so much,'' came the blunt reply from the Truth-Sayer. A cold river of dread traversed down his spine at the thought of the pain this would cause, yet, as the icy water ran and dripped over his bones, there was strength there too. Perhaps by doing so, by risking his body and mind to such agony, perhaps he could show Loki the love he harboured.

''I would do this for you, brother,'' he wanted to cry into the cavernous throne room, ''I would do this for you out of love.''

But there were no more words to be said. All conversation had been exhausted, and the needle still lay gleaming in anticipation. It was merely the work of the All-Father's magic to prepare such torture, the black thread now slick with that which would glide so easily under the protective wards. And as the vengeful dwarf came closer, axe-hardened hands so gently holding the pinprick, the distant sob of his mother could be heard, the shocked gasps wind to his ears.

It took little time for Baldr to fall to his knees, swimming between conciousness as the silver sword cut open his face. All he could feel was fire swelling his lips, burning as each rough strand of string grated against exposed flesh. He could no longer cry out, he could no longer wish to scream his pain to the world, or risk igniting a supernova in his mouth with pain. Blood seeped over his tongue, rushing down his throat in a wash of bitter iron and the urge to gag. Head held back by his torturer's grasp, the earth-brown eyes could only stare glassly at the ceiling, wishing ever for an end.

[askthespiderphotographer]

Preach it Jane!

[gammaspecialist-blog]

Therapeutic Support

Bruce got a call from Happy letting him know he was on the road to Westchester right before he stepped into the subway.He was glad he could rely on Stark staff to be there when he needed them. It was an unfamiliar feeling, being so connected. It felt good. It was useful. Especially in light of his fatherhood.

He'd explained to Bailey earlier in the week he wouldn't be able to pick her up on Thursday. Thankfully she'd understood. He'd make it up to her, anyway. The weather was getting nicer. Maybe he'd take her to the park this weekend. Or shopping. He wondered if she'd like to try volunteering at an animal shelter. That seemed like something his little girl would enjoy.

The subway ride felt short with all that on his mind and he walked up to the surface again with a little smile. This was good. He needed to come to Jane with a good outlook. He already planned to pop the two lorazepam he was absentmindedly fingering in his pocket before the session, but it helped that he was already in a good mindset.

It wasn't too long before he was knocking on her lab door.

[thefirsttodie]

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tigramistressofrawr

Good even, miss.

silvertongue-of-asgard

Loki. I did not expect to see you here in Midgard.

themighty-volstagg

Volstagg! It is good to see you, my friend.

askjanethescientist

Ah, fair maiden...

You must be milady Jane Foster, of which my brother has spoken so highly. I regret that we have not met. I have been away in battle. I am Baldr, called the Brave, son of Odin and brother to Thor.

It is good to finally meet you.

valihasablog

Your face is familiar to me... And yet, I know you not.

What is your name, stranger?

[williamwiccankaplan]

Natural Resources || Jane & Billy

Billy had kind of lost track of the days he'd been staying at SHIELD. He supposed he would figure it out once he got back to his life and school and all that. If he got back to his life... 

He sighed, dragging his pen across the inside of the Goblet of Fire book jacket. He wished he'd realized sooner that there had to be more to his mysterious loss of control than just one big spell. For some reason, every time he had gone over it, his brain just skipped over the fact that he had been holding something at the time. Probably because the whole confirming that he was Wanda's son thing was a little bit of a bigger deal than a rock. 

He wished he'd figured it out just a day sooner, before Jane and Thor got married because the last thing he wanted to do was bother them about it, but as the wedding date drew closer he needed to get word to Jane quickly. He'd sent an agent with a note the day of the wedding, hoping it would reach her before the ceremony. But, as a few days had passed since then, he supposed it hadn't.

She was off, somewhere, having sex with Thor. 

Lucky.

[lufumaybe]

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[lufumaybe]

Those arms unf

[akihiro-daken1]

THANE SUMMARY

Jane Foster: *grabs Thor's arm*

THOR: -grabs Jane's butt-

Jormungandr: That perfectly sums up your relationship in chat.

[applesofyouth-blog]

+ askjanethescientist

"Hello, maiden of Thor. How dost thee fair this fine day?"

[iwaldi-archived-blog]

Onward to Midgard: Jane and Iwaldi

The golden rays of dusk filtered through Asgard before night fell. Iwaldi finished his preparations, fitting his leather belt and putting on a fur lined cloak over top. He stuffed a small ornament wrapped in cloth in his pocket. He knew what to expect from Midgard, but he had never been. He recalled the tales Thor would tell, and his expecting, Midgardian wife-to-be who happened to be the reason for his visit. 

He knew most people on Midgard had forgotten about the Gods and the stories of years gone past. He was slightly concerned about his appearance, remembering the tales of the reactions the Warriors got when they visited Thor. He figured his appearance would be normal enough, then he remembered his height. Most humans  were the height of an average Asgardian, whereas Iwaldi was dependent of his shoes to get him past 4 foot. Regardless, Iwaldi was ready to set off. 

He lowered the fire in his furnace, letting it burn itself out, and turned his forge off. Before leaving, he stopped and thought. He didn't think for long however, before he grabbed two small daggers and strapped them to his belt. He had never been on Midgard, and didn't know how threatening the Midgardians would be.

He finally made his way out and to Heimdall and the Bifrost Bridge. After some brief chatter, Heimdall opened the bridge and transported Iwaldi to Midgard. 

He landed in a large desert, a large knot printed on the sand. He looked around, not being able to imagine how the land would have been habitable. He saw a small town and decided to start his search there.

[yessircapntightpants-blog]

askjanethescientist, theideaofchaos, and verily-thor hopped aboard

Well hey there, all! Welcome aboard the best vessel in the system! I'm Kaylee, and this here's Serenity. How can I help ya?

[whyactlikeahuman]

((Omg this group<3 How did it even evolve to this?))

Jane Foster: .......

msromanov: (see, people, now it's not even a meaningful elipses because they are only three dots long. what you're doing now is just grammatical anarchy! ANARCHY!)

Abby Logan: ((Omg Tasha

Sif: ((DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM!))

Abby Logan: ((I THREW GRAMMAR ON THE /GROOOUUNNND!/ I'M NOT A PART OF THIS /SYSTEM!/ I'M AN /ADULT!/))

msromanov: ((lol))

Sif: (( //flips nearest table// GRAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAR!))