; heavy breathing 🧍🏻‍♀️

nose stuck between book pages, mind elsewhere —— today thor rests ﹠ jane lives, finally dusting off one of the old paperbacks that stacked high behind closet doors.

it’s hard to ignore another pair of eyes hovering over her to reach the book. so, she slammed it shut. ‟ loki. 〞 coughing up the name, digits spun the labeled spine around; anne of green gables. ‟ have you ever read this ? 〞

; if i don’t seem canon its because i’m dumb i just love jane and natalie portman.

gently, almost hesitantly, she held it out with a new bookmark to accompany it —— if the offer is accepted, she expects to get it back. ‟ well, i’ve already read it, so please take it if you’d like to start from the beginning. 〞

where’s thor and why is her curling iron missing ?

‟ i truly don’t mind. 〞 cranium dipping down to see his gesture, still offering the book. ‟ it’s hard not to notice you when you’re right behind me. 〞

.... did he take it ?

; when i said lewd accounts dni i meant it. do y’all even read🚶🏻‍♀️

.... why, exactly ?