@seidrborn sent ❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞ // to a third party harassing the good doctor!
No longer Thor. No longer a goddess. Jane Foster had been reforged much like Mjolnir itself had after she sent it flying into the sun. The process for her was finding to be more difficult than crafting a hammer. As if adjusting back to being a normal human civilian wasn’t hard enough, recuperation from…well…death was physically draining. Jane had never been an imposing figure, but she had never felt weak before. It was leaving the doctor feeling irritated at the entire situation.
She’d ordered take-out from a hole in the wall down place the street from her apartment. Fried and greasy food, which was unhealthy, but Jane rationalized that she sacrificed her life for the world. She deserved to indulge if anyone did. Plus, gaining some weight back would get well meaning friends to stop fretting. The worried text messaged were starting to fill up her phone. Unfortunately, waiting for her food to get packed up allowed a man at the bar, whose strong scent clearly indicated he was inebriated, to trap her into conversation. Equally unfortunate was the man’s complete lack of ability to translate her terse sarcasm as anything other than ‘yes, please continue hitting on me.’
❝ Leave. Before my patience runs out. ❞
It really should bother her that her harasser listened to this cold command rather than anything Jane herself had to say about not wanting the attention…but the very recognizable voice did have magic and stature on his side that Jane did not possess. He was as effective at keeping men away as Thor had always been. Good to know.
“ Hello, Loki. ” Jane sighed without needing to face the god who appeared at her shoulder. At this point the server appeared with her white paper take-out bag, which Jane accepted with a smile.
“ I can offer thanks, but not food. I didn’t order enough to share with Asgardians.” She added lightly, hazel eyes finally turning on him as she headed for the door. She braced herself for whatever reason he was here. Rumor had spread that he’d changed, no longer the villain she’d encountered, but prior experience had taught her to always be a little on guard. Privacy was probably a good idea too.