I do not own any of the characters (except Victoria, Anthony, and Wendy) mentioned in my fic, they all explicitly belong to Marvel, and the awesome dude who created that. Sadly enough I don't own Loki either, although I really do wish it so XD Hope you enjoy, and please leave a comment~

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It was just a regular Friday night, with all the people walking busily on the streets going off to parties. I hadn't really expected anything super special to happen to brighten up this night. The first moment my day began, it sucked, so I wasn't really looking forward for something that would possibly brighten up this horrible weekend.

First of all, I had lost one of my part-time odd jobs. It's not like I personally liked the job, because being shouted at for hours wasn't exactly anyone's typical dream profession. I used to work in a Seven Eleven convenient store from five in the afternoon to one in the morning, the only reason being that I needed that job to pay the bills. Working at Book Off and as a bartender paid for my and my siblings' tuitions. And working as a bartender got big bucks for the outrageous tips drunk people can give. Some nights could get $250.

With school and home bills to pay, I'd have about a hundred fifty dollars left over, which usually went straight to the bank. By now, I had about a thousand dollars, what with those emergencies that popped up every now and then. The insurance and retirement payment didn't really do that much; most of it went to bills, bills, and more bills. Oh well, I thought. I guess I just had to find another job.

But that was the problem. You see, ever since I had "gone on vacation from my real job" and had an appointment with a doctor, he'd told her to lay off a few jobs to get my health back. It was quite impossible to "lay" it off so simply, because I sorta needed the extra money.

"Are we there yet, Vickie?"

My pair of hazel eyes flitted up to the rearview mirror and its vision was greeted by my eleven year old brother, Anthony, and my seven year old sister, Wendy.

"Yep, almost there," I reply, brushing back choppy blonde strands of hair from my face. I should've put it in a ponytail or a clip, because it kept getting into my face. If I only could (meaning here, if I had money), I would've gone to the barber and have it cut boy-short, but I merely got scissors out and would start lopping at it, which was why I have uneven hair. It was getting long again, nearly reaching past my shoulder.

"You don't remember Jane that much anymore, don't you, Wendy?" I ask, taking a turn on the road. Aha, almost there. We were very near my cousin's house/office.

"No…"

Jane Foster was my cousin, on my father's side. She was an astrophysicist, or whatever it was. I particularly wasn't that interested that much in science, except for branches in medicine. Ever since I took leave from my job, she'd called me up in my apartment to take a break over at her place. Ah, bless her soul, Jane was so kind and open-hearted to everyone. I was glad to have an older cousin who was almost like an older sister to me.

Finally, we had pulled up in the walkway of her house, and I pulled up into parking and turned off the engine. The three of us got out of the car and took out the backpacks and one suitcase from the back of the car. The front door of the house opened, revealing a slim young woman with long brown hair, dressed in a simple white tee, jeans, and summer sandals. I let out a child-like squeal as we both hugged each other, laughing like little girls.

"Oh my gosh, the two of you are all so grown up now," Jane fawns, looking over Wendy and Anthony. "You're all so adorable~" she croons.

. . .

After the kids were already asleep in their rooms, Jane and I sat quietly at the dinner table, resting after we had finished washing up the dishes. "Boyfriends recently?" she asks with a smile. I knew that she had a boyfriend every now and then, judging by her friendly attitude, her innocent charm, and her undeniable gorgeousness. It made me slightly jealous that she was just so pretty without trying or knowing.

I blushed slightly and looked at my hands folded in my lap. I laugh. "That's like trying to place two south magnets next to each other, Jane; I'm too occupied with work and those two to bother. Besides, you honestly think a guy would possibly notice me anyways, even though I do work in a bar. What about you?"

"Yes. No. Yeah…?" she laughed. "It's sort of complicated, you know? He promised me he'd come back, but…he never did," she says quietly, without a hint of bitterness in her voice. "I know he's coming back for me."

"…where did he go off to?"

My older cousin smiled and looked at me as if she was looking at an insufferable little girl. "Pretty much to the opposite ends of the world, Vickie. I really don't know where the hell he's gone or up to." She looks at me for quite a while, as if sizing me up. After a short space of silence she opens her mouth, "Do you read Norse mythology, Vickie?"

Before I could answer, we were interrupted as a beeping sound went off on one of Jane's many open laptops on the nearby tables. She immediately rushed over, clicking the mouse of some of them and checking her wristwatch.

"Oh my god," she breathed out, staring blankly at the screen.

I walked over, slightly worried as she wrinkled her brows together. "'Oh my god' what?" I ask as she opens one of the windows and looks up into the night sky. I peer up as well, only to have my jaw drop in shock. Was that a shooting star…? Why was it-

"Holy hell, is that freaking natural?"

"Come on, we need to go," she says, quickly fishing for the keys in her pocket.

"W-Wait, what the hell? 'We'? I can't just leave my younger siblings here with Darcy! And it's nighttime, what if Wendy-"

My words were cut off as Jane grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me out the door. "They'll be fine!" she snapped as I still protested as I was shoved into her van.

. . .

"Oh, god," I drone, staring out the window of the van as she drove faster away from town. "Are you sure about this, Jane?"

"Yes, I'm dead sure."

"If I get squashed from a shooting star, I'm so going to haunt your ass, Jane."

We drive in silence as I stare out the window of the van. The falling star was getting bigger, which obviously meant it was coming closer and closer. Odd as it seemed, it wasn't falling it a diagonal direction as one would've thought as falling star would be doing, but it just seemed to be falling vertically.

"Why the hell is it so important? We should be moving in the other direction with my two younger siblings where safety is, not diving in for our deaths, you know? Why the fuck is a ginormous asteroid coming to hit New Mexico so important to you, eh, Jane?" I ask as she parks in the middle of nowhere, putting the van into neutral.

She glares slightly at me for a few seconds before saying, "Remember I was asking you about Norse myths earlier?" I nod in response. "In the Norse beliefs, there are realms, different worlds. Earth is Midgard and-"

"Whoa, wait," I interrupt, holding up my hands. "I thought that was in Lord of the Rings."

Jane scratches the back of her head and rolls her eyes. "That's a different story. And I think it's called something else. Anyways, the bridge between the different worlds is the Bifrost, which connects Asgard and Midgard. Every time there is an unbelievably unnatural aurora borealis, it is the opening of the Bifrost."

I blink at my cousin for a few seconds, considering if I should continue listening to her fairytale, or running batshit out the door for my life. I considered the latter. "Ummm…"

Thunder began to roll outside, causing the two of us to jump in our skins. I've never been comfortable with thunder, and ever since I came back here to America, it made me a lot more uneasy hearing it now. Jane looks at me uneasily and gently stroked my hand. "Anyways," she continues, "do you remember that time when there was this news that a satellite fell from the sky and embedded itself in a self-made crater here in New Mexico?" I nod, remembering it on the small TV screen in the bar I work in. "That wasn't a satellite. That was Mjollnir, Thor's hammer."

I scoot a bit farther from my cousin and blink at her in disbelief. "Okay. That's nuts. You mean the blonde thunder dude with a shaggy beard? Thor? You serious?" She gives me the eye, causing me to gulp slightly. "Okay…continue…"

"You don't believe me," she says, hurt filling her voice. For a moment, I would've felt slightly guilty, but the fact that perhaps in less an hour we'd be squashed by a meteor, all by her doing was not really lightening up the moment. Oh, wow, it was raining outside.

"Thor, the thunder dude with blonde hair tossed his hammer to Midword. Then ran after it. Via aurora borealis. And I'm supposed to believe that?" I ask, snickering. "There's an asteroid-comet falling-star thing in the sky, and that's not an aurora borealis."

Jane Foster rolled her eyes and went back to studying the sonar on the computer screen. Suddenly an enormous gust of wind rocked the van, then a loud explosion that caused me to go deaf for a few seconds occurred outside, causing the two-ton van to shudder like a leaf. The both of us exchanged a quick glance, then skittered out the door, only to see an enormous crater the size of a convenient store.

It was dusty and smoky, and with the rain that was bucketing down, it was hard to see anything else but the crater. However, I could see some sparks of light issuing forth from the center of the crater, curling and snapping like electricity. I brushed a handful of sopping wet golden hair out of my eyes as Jane and I rushed towards the crater.

Was that…a human form sprawled on the ground?

"Oh god," Jane mumbles as we near the center. It is! It's a body of a man, lying unconsciously on the ground. He has unbelievably pale skin, the color of death, and black hair that was slicked back but slightly askance due to the rain. He looks undeniably attractive, with his high cheekbones, stately long nose, and my jaw drops as I stare at his clothes – it was like he came out of some fantasy storybook or a renaissance convention with his armor and dark green cape the color of the forest. And his armor…was sparking with green forks of electricity.

Immediately, I bring my ear near his mouth, waiting for a breath. There wasn't any. Bringing up my fingers to his wrist, I feel a heartbeat. It's faint and even, but it was there. "He's alive," I say breathlessly to Jane as I began to check for any broken bones or wounds. "He has no major injuries or major broken bones," I pant, as I proceeded to unbuckle him armor to give him AP. After a few tries, I bring my ear near his mouth and finally feel a breath.

I gasp as suddenly takes a sharp intake of breath, and his eyes open: a startling bright emerald green. There's something that ticks in me when his eyes focus unsteadily on me, it's like it's so empty and hungry for help and compassion. Something snaps in me as I gaze into the pair of beautiful green eyes that look so completely lost and in pain. He sputters and coughs, choking on the rain that was pouring all around us.

A sudden cry leaves my lips when he grasps onto my shirt, pulling me close to him so that our faces were barely centimeters apart from each other. "Where…where is this place? What realm is this?" he demanded to know in a strained voice. "Is…this Midgard?"

My mind suddenly snaps as I stare at Jane. Wait. So…was her fairytale…true? Jane nods and says, "Yes, sir. This is earth."

He exhales shakily and closes his green eyes, and then rests his head back onto the muddy ground, losing consciousness once more.

I take a breath and watch his face for nearly half a minute, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. He just looks so…beautiful, lying there. "He needs to go to a hospital," I tell my cousin, brushing a loose strand of black hair out of his forehead.

"But, Vickie, we can't! Let's just take him home and take care of him."

"What? Jane, I'm not a doctor! I'm not even a nurse!" I protest angrily. "He needs medical attention."

"You were a corpsman, Vickie!" my cousin shouted in reply. "You've saved lives in the battle zone before! You can at least do this, can't you?"

"What the hell- why can't we just take him to the motherfucking hospital, huh?" I scratch my head in frustration and glare at Jane Foster, then I start to falter under her strong gaze. Her clear eyes assure me – almost telling out loud that she actually knew what was going on, including the part that a guy fell from the sky and caused a crater in New Mexico.

"Fine. Fine. If this dude from space dies, it's not my fault, all right?" I snap. "Now help me get him to the van."

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So, um, there…I hope it wasn't that crappy or too long to finally end up with Loki or anything ^_^ Please leave your reviews and thoughts, and oh, do you think I should change the viewpoint from 1st person to 3rd? Please let me know 8D

/HotxBuns