Chapter 1: The Delayed Constellation
Jane Foster's trailer in New Mexico, usually a bustling hubbub of whiteboards covered in equations and cold cups of coffee, felt eerily quiet a week after the Bifrost opened and closed, severing Jane's connection to a Norse god.
Warning: This contains mild sexual content, but please be aware that children, teenagers, and adults may be present.
But before Thor left, they had a romantic evening. At the end, Jane suggested to Darcy and Professor Erik that they go to a restaurant. Darcy knew immediately, giving a mischievous smile, and went with the professor to leave them alone. Then came the night of passion. Thor was gentle at first during sex because it was the first time for both of them, he was gentle, but Thor's instincts took over, and he moved quickly, giving Jane a sensation she had never felt before. Thor's stamina was great, but Jane was about to faint because of the size of his penis, which was so large it was bulging in the area of her uterus, jane had already come more than 10 or 11 times. The grand finale was Thor's massive ejaculation, the final blow to Jane's already overexcited state, a huge shock to her consciousness. Thor's ejaculation was so large that it filled her uterus with his semen. semen, pulling out pulling out his large member, a jet of semen gushed from Jane's red and aroused vagina. Jane, letting out a thin, nervous gasp, fell face down onto the pillow, losing consciousness. The next morning, Thor gave Jane a farewell kiss and departed via the Bifrost to Asgard. Darcy, with a mischievous look and smile, asked Jane for the juicy details, causing Jane's cheeks to flush, darcy then set about cleaning up after Jane and Thor, tidying the messy trailer. Professor Erik Selvig asked what they had done to cause the two rear tires of the research trailer to go flat, making Darcy laugh and Jane blush even more than before.
Five days later, Jane was so sore in her lower area that Darcy, with amusement, laughter, and solidarity, helped her friend to get up. Jane and Darcy bought a wheelchair to help Jane move around better, the pain in her intimate area was so severe that she had to stay in a wheelchair and be assisted by her friend and the professor for a week.
She sat pain-free at her desk, trying to readjust her mind to earthly physics. She was supposed to be excited; she finally had irrefutable proof of a bridge between worlds, and also that it was her first time with a god. Then the excitement felt distant, overshadowed by a subtle pang of nausea that wouldn't go away.
Darcy Lewis came in with an enormous mango smoothie and a stack of expense forms.
"Okay, Doctor," Darcy said, emphasizing the title. "Here are the hospital receipts for the 'iron giant in the middle of the road incident' and the extra-large coffee you had on Tuesday. Are you okay? You're... green, more than usual."
Jane shoved a stack of papers aside with a sigh. "I'm fine, Darcy. I just... think the adrenaline wore off, and the fried food from that place near the gas station isn't agreeing with me."
"For a week now? The average person's digestive system doesn't have that kind of memory, Jane. When was the last time you slept well? Or that your monthly 'constellation' arrived on time?
"I don't mean to pry, Jane, but... you're acting like you're in those TV documentaries."
Darcy's comment, delivered with her usual nonchalance, struck Jane like a bolt of lightning. Her mind, usually preoccupied with the speed of light and wormholes, abruptly paused. She'd been so absorbed in the dimensional wormhole that she'd completely forgotten her own earthly rhythms.
Jane stood up abruptly, her fingertips tingling. "Excuse me, Darcy, but... I have to go to the pharmacy. I forgot... a few essentials. I'll be back in an hour."
Darcy tilted her head. "I have a car. Want a ride?"
"No!" The reply came out too loud, then Jane cleared her throat. "No, I need to walk. I need... to clear my head." It's just... office supplies."
Darcy: "I hope so, because you'll have to call an ambulance if you think I'm picking you up with a leg injury from what happened on the..."hot night."
Darcy's words made Jane blush, and she practically ran out of the trailer, leaving Darcy staring at her unfinished mango smoothie.
Going to a pharmacy inside the hospital, she discreetly bought a pregnancy test while disguised with a cap and face mask. Back in the cramped bathroom of her trailer, Jane faced the small white box, her hands trembling as she followed the instructions. The air felt thick, time stretched into its own dimension.
"It can't be," she thought, her mind screaming disbelief. It had been a farewell night, a beautiful, passionate, almost prehistoric farewell. She was about to leave for another realm, if that were even possible with Earth's current technology, and she wondered, how could she have been so careless?
She and Thor—the memory of their brief but intensely passionate moment before the Bifrost was restored was seared into her mind: the urgency, the feeling that each touch was both a goodbye and a beginning. He was a warrior, a god. She, an Earth scientist, had felt an electricity between them that transcended the chemical, something that vibrated with the power of Asgard.
Her phone's timer beeped, shattering the silence like an iron hammer, with a flutter in her stomach, she picked up the plastic probe.
Two blue lines.
Jane staggered and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes tightly, hoping that when she opened them the test would have turned into a meaningless mathematical equation, but when she opened her eyes, a couple of lines were still there, undeniable, a hysterical, choked laugh bubbled in her throat, her hands covering her face as the pregnancy test stick fell into the sink, not only had she broken the laws of physics by confirming the existence of worlds beyond her own, but now…
Jane: "I'm pregnant with the child of a god, the son of the god of thunder, the son of Thor."
The gravity of the discovery hit her hard. The baby growing inside her wouldn't be a normal baby; it would be... half-Asgardian, a child who would carry the blood of an ancient kingdom.
Would Thor know? Could she tell him? He was in another universe, possibly with no way back, unable to communicate with Earth's technology. But if he had Asgardian technology, then yes, but he didn't have it, nor did he know how to get it.
The future, once clear—races, discoveries, the search for Thor—had transformed into an unknown and terrifying abyss.
Jane slid slowly to the floor, not caring about the cold tiles. She looked up at the cobwebs on the ceiling, at the sky above them, where Asgard lay.
Jane: "What am I going to do, Thor?" she whispered to a universe that couldn't hear her.