Author's Notes: So, this is mostly complaint with Thor, Thor 2 and the Avengers, plus the parts of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. but not one hundred percent. I have changed the ending to Thor the dark world slightly to fit my story. I make no promises for it being perfectly canon with the MCU or Comic universes, just to be clear.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or anything else recognizable and make no money from this.

I'm Not Perfect

Prologue

Darcy Lewis began to seriously contemplate the crazy that was her life as she watched her boss, once again disappear in a kaleidoscope of colours flashing from the sky. If she was honest, she was pretty pissed about being left behind a second time, while Jane got whisked off to Asgard. Still, apparently Thor had to keep a tight hold on both Jane and an injured Loki for the journey as it was, so it wasn't like she could have insisted on going. She would have been all for letting Erik finish Loki off, he looked practically dead... Then again, Asgardian's heal fast and Loki had managed to cause one hell of a mess on his last trip to Earth, so best not risk it by leaving him here.

So Darcy was left looking out over the destruction caused by the second alien attack that she had miraculously lived through. It was then that she noticed some rather official looking people, joining the police. Wandering over to them, she spotted one figure more familiar than the rest.

"Well look who isn't dead." Coulson turned as the brunette approached them. "So I was under the impression that you were dead, funnily enough so was Thor and Jane and Erik. Care to explain that one iPod stealer?"

"It's classified." He murmured. "I wasn't informed that you were the contact from England."

"So you don't know everything? I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know I actually called S.H.I.E.L.D. yesterday? I called you guys because Jane was gone and Erik was crazy and weird things were happening in the sky and no one shows until after the giant spaceship of evil crash lands here and England gets invaded by ugly space elves?! What help are you?"

"I believe it took a while for your information to reach the correct people." He replied, his face remaining impassive before he shrugged at he. "Besides, if you said it exactly like that you could understand why someone might not take you seriously."

"I think he's trying to say you sound like a crazy person." A girl or similar age behind Coulson piped up.

"Skye." He said warningly, gesturing for the girl to shift her focus back to her work.

"Well duh! Seeing holes in the sky and birds and spaceships flying at you tends to make you a bit crazy." Darcy retorted, letting out a small huff. "So anyway, the battle is over now thank you very much for the zero help secret Agent man and Thor has once again gone poof and taken Jane with him."

"He took Jane Foster to Asgard?" Coulson asked, his brow lifting in surprise.

"Yes, something about double checking that the freaky red glowy shit that was in her is gone and that she is one hundred percent fine." She nodded.

"I'm going to need to debrief you." He said seriously. "And anyone else involved."

"De-brief?" She smirked, following him. "Just so you know, that totally sounds like a kinky thing. Oh, and don't think I'm letting you off that easy for not being dead."

The Allfather couldn't help the weary feeling that crept over him as he heard the sounds of shouting heading into the throne room. His two sons...fighting again despite the fact that they had been on relatively civil terms of late. After Loki's near death the two brothers had come to an agreement of sorts and Loki was not returned to the dungeon; instead he was just confined to Asgard. At least with him on world they could prevent the damage he could do to other realms and avoid bringing war upon and amongst them.

"Explain yourselves." He ground out forcefully. His gaze travelled past Loki, once again held in enchanted chains as a prisoner, to Thor leading the party that marched across the flagstones.

"He has done something to Jane, cursed her!" His son spat, glaring accusingly at his brother.

"Is this so?" He asked, his eyes straying to the woman in question. She held her arm against herself protectively. It stood out considerably, the skin of the arm in question a darkened blue in colour.

Jane Foster was something of a frustration for the King of Asgard; she did not belong here and his son's infatuation with her would only bring pain for both parties if it continued, not to mention distract him from his duty to Asgard. Still, she had done her best to help them and she had brought out the best in his son, even if he did not think them a suitable match for one another.

"I don't know." She said uncertainly. "He...he didn't look like he did anything on purpose. I tripped on the bridge and he grabbed my arm to stop me falling. Is it something to do with the Aether? Am I..." She swallowed her last question, not sure whether she was ready for the answer.

"It is not the effects of the Aether. It isn't blackened, nor dead and crumbling." Odin spoke seriously, glancing at his second son. It seemed Jane Foster also seemed to find something in his younger son worth saving; even after the destruction that he had caused to her people, she did not think him entirely irredeemable. Now, here she stood with one arm that of a Frost Giant, the true skin of his youngest. Curious.

"He has done something to her!" Thor protested. "Can you not see?"

"He has done something, though I suspect it was not something harmful to her and I also suspect not intentional." The Allfather replied quietly. He approached Loki and gestured to the guards to stand back. They released their hold on the fallen Prince, Odin considered him thoughtfully. "When you protected her, for at least one moment, you truly would've given your life for hers."

Thor opened his mouth and then closed it again when he realised that his father was not referring to Jane's trip on the bridge but instead to the events on Svartalfheim.

"A mortal? I think not." Loki scoffed. "The mortals of Midgard live and die in but a breath of our lifetime, it would be a wasted effort."

"If what I suspect is true, then your life is now unalterably tied to hers, you might choose to be a bit more forthcoming with the truth." Odin cautioned. Loki's eyes widened in surprise.

"That is a myth." He said carefully. The younger boy's reaction alone was enough to tell the King that whatever Loki had done, whether it was as he suspected or not, it had indeed been without foul intentions.

"Not so." The older man said gravely, as he knew in his heart that this new development would bring turmoil between his two sons once more. "Immortals and mortals should not mix, it is painful for both sides; however...as a way to lessen the pain of those whose fates were truly meant to be entwined, the bonding was created."

"No!" Thor called out in outrage. "Not to him! You advised me against having anything to do with her and now you-"

"Silence! You have my deepest sympathies, however what is done is done. If it is indeed a bonding that has been forged this day, then it cannot be changed." Odin said, placing a comforting hand on his heir's shoulder. He had been both disappointed and relieved that Jane Foster had not created the bonding with his eldest. Of course he was disappointed for his son but he was relieved, as it was important for Asgard to have a King and a well-loved Queen. Thor, as a warrior, would need to know that his wife would at least be able to hold her own physically in battle like his beloved Frigga could. Jane Foster was simply too fragile to be Queen. If she had bonded with Thor, then her life put his at risk. As King, Thor would not be able to have his life tied to hers. So it was very curious that of all beings the bonding had indeed chosen Jane, but for the other brother. "Three conditions must be met, first the mortal in question must have fought for the greater good of Asgard and rest of the nine realms in some way in the very depths of their heart. A Midgardian who does not have the best interest of the realms at heart is not worthy of the gift. Second, the other party in question must be willing to give up their long life in exchange for their mortal's."

"Which I am more than prepared to do, have I not proven so?" Thor asked, sounding more pained than Jane had heard him since the day his Mother had been killed.

"If you had had you powers at the time that you first gave your life for hers then possibly this would be a difficult situation entirely, we will never know." His father told him sadly. "The third condition is that the two souls are well suited, after all it would do no good to create a lifelong bond if love would turn to boredom or even hatred after mere decades. Finally the bond is triggered when both left hands touch. It is curious though, in all my years I have yet to witness a bond between two beings not already in love."

Part of Jane's brain was screaming at all the impossibilities of some magical bond, laughing and the sheer ridiculous notion that her DNA could just magically change. Still, she had seen many things in recent years that had changed her views on science forever and the fact that her left arm had appeared to magically turn blue at Loki's touch was pretty hard to ignore. There were a great many things that her science could not yet explain.

"What does this mean for me?" She heard herself ask. "What does it actually mean?"

"The precise effects of the bond hard to say, it is a very rare occurrence among us. You will perhaps have acquired some of Loki's talents, perhaps none. The extent of physical change varies from person to person. Your life will almost certainly be extended now, perhaps not as much as ours but certainly more than a mere seven to ten decades. Extended life is the most obvious change which appears with all bonded pairs; however if it is true that you are bonded, then your death will also mean Loki's and the same is true in reverse."

"How do we know for certain?" Thor asked quietly.

"Might I suggest you touch Loki's hand?" Odin suggested, looking to Jane.

"Not going to wed us are you old man?" Loki snickered.

"Silence!" Thor roared at him.

"Looks like you'll still have that throne after all brother. After all, you can hardly give it all up for a mortal that isn't yours now can you?" He chuckled.

"I don't belong to anyone." Jane muttered, standing up a little straighter as she moved in Loki's direction.

"The other hand." The Allfather spoke from behind her, as she reached out her normal hand. She paused before hesitantly reaching her blue arm forward instead. She paused before making contact, wondering if perhaps touching him again would make it worse rather than better. She avoided looking at the man as she finally touched his hand. To her amazement the skin of her arm shimmered and then gradually faded from blue to white, before warming to its usual colour.

"Relieved?" The man in front of her smirked.

"Not really." She replied bluntly, before turning from him. "Now what?"

"I would suggest, that at least until we discover what other effects there may be from the bond, that you remain here. It has been known to be dangerous to separate a bonded pair." The King announced. "However, after today the relationship between you and Thor must end. It will only bring heart ache to all concerned to try and continue something when your soul is bound to another. Thor will be King, he cannot chase after something that he can never truly have and still serve his kingdom and the people in it."

"After today." She breathed sadly. The older man nodded to her sensing that she had picked up on his words. He stood slowly from what remained of his throne and stepped down to the main floor. He paused only to briefly clasp each of his sons on the shoulder before walking away. As he left Jane felt her heart pounding. The reality of the conversation that had just taken place began to sink into her mind, like a shadow gradually engulfing her senses and making her feel dizzy.

"No, no, no..." She shook her head. Thor moved to her side and took her face between his hands, drawing her focus to him for comfort.

"Jane, we will find a way to fix this. I swear to you I-"

"How?!" She interrupted. "I'm apparently part Frost Giant now, that's not something that's just going to go away!" She found herself wishing that it was Thor that she had formed this strange mystical bond with. Then again...if it truly die tie their lives together it would be a disaster to have Thor on the throne. All an enemy would have to do was kill her and Thor would die. If this was all real and true of course… It was frustrating and confusing.

"The Healer, we shall take you to Eir, Immediately!" He announced.

"Let me know how that goes, I however plan not to waste my time and instead will seek my answers elsewhere." Loki drawled, Jane's head snapped in his direction. She had forgotten that he was even still here. "Do try to keep her safe for me, wouldn't want to drop dead unexpectedly now, would I?"

"I may not blame you for this and you may have saved my life but sometimes you can be a real jackass!" Jane hissed, slapping him firmly on the cheek.

"Now Jane, this really is getting to be quite the nasty habit of yours. I really shall have to teach you some manners." He smirked, before stepping back swiftly to avoid his brother's fist.

"I will find a way to fix this." Thor said firmly to him, as he escorted Jane from the throne room.

End Note: I apologise for the short start but this is just the intro, the next chapter will be up shortly. Also please note that I am British and so of course there will be differences in some of my spellings and language.