"Utterly idiotic mortal love."
Loki hid in the shadow of a shipping container, watching the real Jane Foster stretch and carry her empty coffee cup back into the laboratory. An exceedingly nasty sneer curled his lips.
He toyed with the Invisibility Scepter, a viperlike gleam flickering in his green eyes.
"Since you're so fond of this mortal woman, I'll have the woman you love trample your ridiculous dignity into the mud herself! I'll record the whole thing and play it on a loop in Asgard's plaza for an entire year!"
Hum-
Ripples of dusky blue magic spread around Loki.
In a single second, the noble, elegant Regent of Asgard vanished. In his place stood a woman in a plaid shirt and jeans, identical to Jane Foster down to the curve of every strand of hair.
Loki looked down at his chest and curled his lip in disdain. "This mortal woman's figure is pitifully plain. She doesn't have half of what Sif does. What does that stupid pig Thor even see in her?"
Adjusting his expression, Loki put on an intensely seductive smile with a hint of calculated sweetness, then swayed his hips as he walked toward the other end of the ruins.
There, Thor had his backside sticking out as he huffed and puffed beside a water pipe, scrubbing four heavy truck tires.
His black-and-white maid uniform was already spattered with muddy water. The zipper at the back had burst under the strain of his bulging muscles, exposing glimpses of his sturdy back. His great hairy legs, encased in black stockings, were planted firmly on the edges of a tire.
"Hey, big guy." Loki, disguised as Jane, walked up behind Thor and deliberately made his voice syrupy sweet.
Thor jolted and spun around, still holding a stiff-bristled brush caked with