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searches_forhimCharacters: Jane Foster (mentions of Thor and Loki)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #23 Hour - Drabble Table
Word Count: 114
Resistance had, in the end, been futile. Jane had fought Loki as best she could, but he had still taken her. Now she was in a dimly lit room. The concrete was hard and cold underneath her. The noise of machinery roared from somewhere in the distance that was hard to pinpoint.
She ignored the noise. She ignored the throbbing of her broken toe, now turning a nasty shade of blue. She ignored her fear. She focused, instead, on the ticking of her watch. She counted each moment as it passed. The minutes added up to hours. And every hour that passed brought her closer to the one when Thor would come save her.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #23 Hour - Drabble Table
Word Count: 114
Resistance had, in the end, been futile. Jane had fought Loki as best she could, but he had still taken her. Now she was in a dimly lit room. The concrete was hard and cold underneath her. The noise of machinery roared from somewhere in the distance that was hard to pinpoint.
She ignored the noise. She ignored the throbbing of her broken toe, now turning a nasty shade of blue. She ignored her fear. She focused, instead, on the ticking of her watch. She counted each moment as it passed. The minutes added up to hours. And every hour that passed brought her closer to the one when Thor would come save her.
