Good lord. If all she cared about was whether or not the men around her were pretty.... well. She would be a rather different person. It had rarely crossed her mind until, in fact, just now. He is rather attractive, isn't he. That's terrible. That's terrible that she's thinking that. So much so that she wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, and manages, tactfully, to keep it under wraps.
Jane considers him again, eyes searching him for answers as they so often do. It's different now -- different since that moment earlier when she came to her decision -- but not so much so that he won't recognize it as that look she gets when she is not quite sure how to answer a particularly difficult question.
In the end, she graciously takes his arm with a small smile, meeting his pointed look with a calculated grace of her own. Which is a feat, considering her natural state of awkward.
"The lady does," she says simply. "In hindsight, it wasn't too bright to come out here in a strapless dress in the first place."
The problem with Jane is that she rather does believe Loki has a heart. That is really the issue in its entirety - the reason she has been utterly unable to let go. If she truly believed him heartless - as baldly evil as many of the rest seem to think - she would have left all this nonsense behind weeks ago. Perhaps months. It is because she cannot bring herself to believe that he is such a monster that she keeps clinging to whatever it is that exists between them. If there is a good person in Loki, she wants to hang around long enough to meet him. Or, perhaps it should be said, meet him again. Anew.
For all she is practical and a bit blunt, rather fierce and straightforward, and above all absolutely possessed with her work in her daily life, the true Jane Foster deep down is an impulsive, unwise dreamer. Loki has discovered this. He has used it to his advantage. And it will either be her triumph or her downfall at his hands.
She's not thinking about that now, except in perhaps the most abstract way. No, as she looks up at him, she is thinking about going inside and getting warm.
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Jane considers him again, eyes searching him for answers as they so often do. It's different now -- different since that moment earlier when she came to her decision -- but not so much so that he won't recognize it as that look she gets when she is not quite sure how to answer a particularly difficult question.
In the end, she graciously takes his arm with a small smile, meeting his pointed look with a calculated grace of her own. Which is a feat, considering her natural state of awkward.
"The lady does," she says simply. "In hindsight, it wasn't too bright to come out here in a strapless dress in the first place."
The problem with Jane is that she rather does believe Loki has a heart. That is really the issue in its entirety - the reason she has been utterly unable to let go. If she truly believed him heartless - as baldly evil as many of the rest seem to think - she would have left all this nonsense behind weeks ago. Perhaps months. It is because she cannot bring herself to believe that he is such a monster that she keeps clinging to whatever it is that exists between them. If there is a good person in Loki, she wants to hang around long enough to meet him. Or, perhaps it should be said, meet him again. Anew.
For all she is practical and a bit blunt, rather fierce and straightforward, and above all absolutely possessed with her work in her daily life, the true Jane Foster deep down is an impulsive, unwise dreamer. Loki has discovered this. He has used it to his advantage. And it will either be her triumph or her downfall at his hands.
She's not thinking about that now, except in perhaps the most abstract way. No, as she looks up at him, she is thinking about going inside and getting warm.
And, perhaps, one last dance.