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This will always stay my favorite. He promises to come back for her. And though he totally wants to kiss her, he doesn’t. He settles for what he can do, while respecting her boundaries.
Fosterson Week Day 4/5: Domesticity + AU
Set in the Let Me Follow You Down verse. After moving in together, Jane and Thor are starting to talk about their future. ~1.4k
"Do you think we should get a dog?”
“Hm?” Thor hums quietly at Jane’s query.
It’s late, and they’re both in bed with Jane flipping through a few notebooks on her research and Thor with his iPad looking over more legal paperwork he’d just received from the attorney they’d hired.
“A dog,” Jane says again, not looking away from a notebook. “Do you think we should get one?” She makes an idle mark.
Thor looks away from the legalese for a moment. “Not that I’m opposed to dogs, but what brought this on?”
She sighs, and shuts the notebook with a resolute snap. “I don’t know. We’re adults. Who are living together. Don’t people in these situations start getting pets?”
Thor is unconvinced, and places the tablet on the bed between them so that he can give her his full attention. “What brought this on? We’ve been living together for how many months now and you’ve never expressed a desire to own a dog.”
Putting the tablet between them was a mistake, since Jane immediately sees it and asks, “Is that more stuff from the lawyer?”
“You’re deflecting.”
“We can return to the dog talk in a minute.”
Thor rubs his eyes, stinging from looking at the screen and tired from reading the small print and dense language.
“Yes. As it turns out, my father was very thorough in making sure Loki would stay in that hospital and away from me.”
“So we can’t even get him out of the hospital yet?”
“Apparently, it won’t be that hard to get him into the country.” He lets out a bit of a sour laugh. “Nowadays, he’s an immigrant from one of the ‘good countries.’ But his citizenship will be hard to procure, and getting my father’s legal claws out of him even harder.”
Jane grimaces. “I’m sorry.” She moves the tablet to her bedside table so that she can scoot closer to him and put her arms around his neck and shoulders. He returns the gesture, looping his arms around her waist. “I wish your dad wasn’t such a prick.”
Thor chuckles, “As do I.” He looks down at where she’s nestled against his chest. “So, the dog?”
She smiles ruefully. “The dog. My mom called today. My dad’s doctor’s appointment went okay, but they want him in tomorrow for a followup. My mom’s thinking about flying them up to Rochester so they can go to Mayo Clinic for a second opinion.”
Thor kisses the top of her head soundly. Jane’s father had been battling with an unknown illness for some time now, and it was certainly stressing her. (The current theory is Crohn’s Disease.)
“I’m glad it went well. Hopefully, that means they’ve got the correct diagnosis and he’s responding to the treatment.”
“Hopefully.”
“I still don’t quite see how this ties into us getting a dog.”
“On the phone with my mom today, I just... I’m just thinking a lot about the future and what I want.”
“And you... want a dog?”
Jane sighs. “Yeah, but it’s not just the dog.” Jane shifts back, and Thor loosens his grip on her so that she can go. She meets his eyes steadily. “Thor, do you want kids?”
“I--” Truthfully, he feels a little bombarded by the sudden inquiry, but he’s starting to put together Jane’s meandering conversation. “I suppose we’ve never talked about this, have we?”
“No, and I kinda feel like we should. Since we’re living together, and I’m pretty sure you’re kinda it for me.”
“Just pretty sure?” he teases, which draws a smile out of her.
“I’m trying to be serious.”
“Well, you’re kinda it for me too, Jane Foster.”
She leans in to kiss him, and one of his hands automatically comes up to cradle the back of her head.
He pulls back a little, enough to whisper against her lips, “Unless your plan is to start making kids right now, maybe we should stop--”
She laughs. “Okay, fine.”
They settle back into their seated positions against their pillows. Thor says, “I always imagined having kids, but in practice? The thought scares the bloody piss out of me.”
“Why?” Jane asks.
“It’s not as though I have the best role model in my own life, neither can I truly claim myself to be a good role model. I also can’t imagine being that responsible for another human. A tiny human that can’t eat on their own and can’t support their own head for the first four to six months.”
“I think you’d be a great dad,” Jane says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Of course. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known,” she says, laying a hand over his chest, just over where his heart is beating just a touch too fast. “You love so completely and genuinely. You go to incredible lengths for the people you care about. Any kid would be lucky to have you as a father.
“And that’s why I need a dog,” Jane continues. “I need to practice.”
His brow furrows. “Practice?”
She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and looking towards the ceiling. “I don’t have a maternal bone in my body. The only reason the plants in my lab are alive is because Darcy is the one who remembers them.”
“I think a child would be a far cry from a couple of diffenbachias,” says Thor.
“I know, but it’s like... I don’t know if I can be un-selfish enough to have kids. I want one, my uterus definitely wants one, but then I’m thinking would I be okay with giving up certain parts of my career because I have a kid?”
Thor reaches over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. “Hey,” he murmurs. “I don’t think you have to give up anything. We don’t have to worry about specifics, but there’s no law that says you can’t still work, that we can’t come with you when you fly to Oslo to accept your Nobel.”
He knows mentioning a Nobel will get her smiling and he’s right; she finally relaxes into his embrace.
“I feel like... I don’t know. Panicky.”
“You aren’t... actually pregnant right now, are you?”
“No. Oh god, no. That would not be ideal.”
Thor asks, “And why wouldn’t it be ideal?”
“Because we’re about to go to legal war with your dad, we don’t have a dog yet, we might want to buy a house or something because that’s what people with kids do--”
“And we might want to get married,” he suggests quietly, and Jane cuts off immediately, looking at him with warmth and love and Thor thanks his lucky stars that fate saw fit to cross their paths.
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. “We might want to get married.”
(He doesn’t tell her that he has a ring folded inside a pair of socks.)
A beat of silence passes, and Thor can tell Jane’s about to say something, and he says, “You will not beat me to the punch on this.”
She teases, “Maybe I’m just trying to get ahead of things--”
“No, you kissed me first, I get to propose first.”
“First? So you’re saying if I say no, then I get to propose second?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Thor says, and leans in to kiss her before she can needle him anymore.
Their kiss is a gentle build, a spark of possibility of making it into something more, and Jane seems eager to make it more as she knocks her notebooks off the side of the bed in order to straddle his lap. His hands settle just above her hipbones.
“I think we got a bit off track,” he whispers as her hands find their way underneath his shirt.
Jane sighs and leans back on her haunches so she can look at him properly. “I want a kid. I’m kind of scared shitless, but I want us to go for it. Maybe in a couple of years, but yeah. You?”
“Yeah,” Thor says, smiling slowly. “Me too.”
“God, we are just peak efficiency.”
“Shall we maybe see how many other peaks we can find?”
