When Storms Come and Stars Collide

[Book I]

Series 1 - Thor

Written By Starswim

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Marvel, just my OCs and the plot of this story (not the movie plots)

Rating: PG-13/T (Warning: violence, swearing, and other intense stuff. Just to be safe.) Also, for those who didn't watch the Thor movies, there will be spoilers.

Story Plot: Once there were two worlds. One is our earth that involves a broken family. The other is a golden realm of two princes who have so much to learn in life. What would happen if the two stars collide by a chaotic storm cloud?

Parings:[Thor/Jane]; [eventual Loki/OC]

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"Storm Clouds may gather, and stars may collide, but I will love you until the end of time." ~ Moulin Rogue

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Prologue

"Once mankind accepted a simple truth, that they were not alone in this universe."

A wise man once said that 'seeing is believing'. Humanity was raised to never believe in the impossible. There was no such thing as monsters under beds or aliens in outer space. Many created these myths and tales based on beliefs and dreams. Some men tried the impossible: sailed across seas to find the fabled city of gold, hiked into the woods to find bigfoot, or put together pieces of metal to create something extraordinary. Normality once branded them as 'madness'. The word alone could either put a man into an asylum or onto pages from history books.

Philo Farnsworth developed television. Henry Ford replaced horses with automobiles for transportation. Neil Armstrong was the first to set foot on the moon. The Italian voyagers sailed across the seas and discovered a new world. All were branded as dreamers, improbable, mad, but in the end, they were known as extraordinary. After many years of discoveries and developments, the list of dreamers continued on. Parents had taught their children that anything was possible if they believe.

The astronomy major followed the tradition of dreams on the roof, using her telescope to look into the stars and sketch the details on paper.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

She gasped and whirled around to face the intruder behind her. He was an older, tan man with long, dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail, wearing a 'Guns and Roses' sweatshirt and ripped jeans.

"Isn't it a little late to be out here, past curfew?"

Nobody would've thought him to be a man of authority. Nobody pegged him as a college professor. Nobody should judge a book by its cover. The frightened girl knew that he was so much more.

Jane Foster placed a hand on her chest, taking deep breaths, "Dad, it's you, I..." She stammered for an explanation, "I know I'm not supposed to be out, but..." The man snatched the sketch pad from Jane's hand, scanning through pages of drawings and observations.

"I'm glad you are showing respect for Polaris's size and position this time."

"Did you look back a few pages and see how the constellations shift every four hours?"

"I did," he shut the book, handing it to Jane. "Every night and season."

"Doesn't it bore you though? Seeing the same thing?" Jane wondered, looking through her telescope once more.

"That's why, Janie," her father took the telescope, tilting his daughter's chin to face him, "a true astronomer always dig deep in the sky, no matter how far the stars and galaxies lie. Every theory must be taken into account-"

"No matter how ridiculous the possibility seems," Jane finished with a smile.

Her father chuckled, awarding her with a kiss on the head, "You are your daddy's girl, alright." He sighed in satisfaction, watching the stars above him, "I, too, come up here a lot. When I was living with your mother, she assumed I was cheating."

"And that is why you two are no longer married, and she is far away, across the Atlantic."

"And you have your mother's blunt honesty and nose," her father added.

"C'mon. You got to admit," Jane stuffed the telescope in her bag, sitting on the ledge with her arms folded, "your theory about the Northern Lights is kinda far fetched. I mean, everyone knows that they only appear near the north pole's magnetic field. We fly out to Alaska every year to see it."

"Maybe if we make the lights our own, we can see the show in shorts for once."

Jane chuckled, "Or we can simply use a projector."

"Janie," he scolded. "Where's your sense of arts and crafts? Using a projector is not only boring, but it's cheating."

"Well, we could create a magnetic shield and use the solar flares to charge electrons." The smile returned to the man's face. "Though we need something dark to see the photons release."

"We'll figure it out, Janie," her father placed an arm around her shoulder, tugging her close. "If we can accomplish this, they might nominate us for a Noble Prize."

"Dad," Jane whined. He knew that she didn't care much about the glory, only the starry sky. She was always camera shy like her mother and sister.

"Hey, did you just forget what I've taught you?"

"That anything is possible? Of course, I have," the two shared a laugh. "But that doesn't mean I want to speak in front of a camera or a dozen people alone."

"Who says you could choke up alone?" her dad squeezed her midframe tight as she tilted her head under his chin. "I'll suffer the flashing lights with you."

"Even if I manage to win it at an old age?"

"I'll jump out of heaven and fly by your side. I'll flash my underwear if you want, whatever it takes to be more embarrassing out of the two of us." Jane laughed with him. She wasn't going to pretend that her presentation was mediocre, despite the overachieving research paper.

Her father pointed at the stars, specifically the big dipper. "Look at the stars. See how they all come together and shine this world. One star alone can't accomplish the light by itself."

"Or create constellations," Jane added.

"Janie, these stars are no different than us. We all need to help - care for one another. That is what makes this dark world bright."

Jane scoffed, "Since when did this astrology lesson become a cheesy metaphor?"

"Not exactly a metaphor, just returning the favor."

"Favor?"

"For inspiring me to start creating an aurora. Why your enthusiasm brings me faith, especially the times when I've come so close to quitting this profession."

Jane shook her head as if she didn't believe him, "C'mon, Dad. You? Quitting? That's not in your vocabulary."

"We all got bad days, Janie," Dad wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulder. "We just need to stick together and shine. Everyone is your family. I told this to your sister once..." he swayed his head ear-to-ear at the specific memory, "while she was watching TV. I doubt she paid attention."

Jane shrugged, knowing that she was guilty of the ignorance, "Most teenagers don't."

"No, that was last week," Dad corrected. "If Wendy did pick up on what I said to her, she might pass the line to her daughter and then her newborn son."

Jane widened her eyes, "Wait, newborn? You mean-" His nod and smile confirmed it. He became a grandad again. His daughter scoffed and jabbed an arm at him playfully, "And you didn't tell me this sooner?! I'm the kids' godmother!"

"I just wanted to savor the moment," Dad guided her towards the building's entrance inside.

"Bull! You wanted to see my homework."

"I have to see for myself if you are living up to Erik's expectations."

"I'm the daughter of the greatest astrophysicist in Virginia! Of course, I am."

"You know that kissing my ass won't grant you points, right?"

Jane rolled her eyes, allowing her father to take the lead. They huddled together inside to video chat with Wendy and to see that bundle of joy. Their father's mood descended when he found out his grandson's name - another reason to despise the child's father. That man named the baby after a president who forced Foster's ancestors to walk down the 'Trail of Tears'.

Little did everyone know that in two years, there will be a new trail of tears, and the broken family will forget about the stars above.

This story won't only focus on this colorful family but another that was opposite based on royalty and immortality. Their story didn't start in the twenty-first century but back in the ninth century, in a different universe.

~000~000~000~

"In some worlds, a man believed that they were home to their gods. Others... they knew to fear."

Many people in a small village gathered to watch blue rays light up the sky. Not too far away, across the waters, there was a vast army of huge, blue creatures. Their king was holding a small, ice casket that contained a special power inside it.

"From the realm of cold and darkness came the Frost Giants."

King Laufey used the weapon to destroy a ship sailing across the ocean, putting out fire torches and fire pits, and freezing the entire village. Screams echoed as the people became victims of the Casket of Winters.

"Threatening to plunge the mortal world into a new Ice Age. But humanity will not face this threat alone."

A bright aura cast from the sky; the Bi-Frost. Once the light disappeared, an army of demi-gods and their king - Odin Allfather - stood before the Frost Giants, ready for battle. The two kings stared at each other challengingly before everyone started fighting. Frost Giants froze some and crushed their opponents with their icy fists, while the Einherjar warriors stabbed the Frost Giants with their spears. King Odin fought a monstrous bunch with his Gungnir.

"Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their world. The cost was great! In the end, their king fell."

King Laufey was lying on the ground, defeated. A weapon - the Gungnir - pointed straight at him by Odin, who had lost his eye during the battle. When the war of the Frost Giants was over, the remaining soldiers and their king left earth, taking the Casket of Ancient Winters with them.

"And the source of their power was taken from them. And the last great war ended, we withdrew from the other worlds, and return home into the world eternal. Asgard."

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"And here we remain as a beacon of hope, shining out across the stars, and though we have fallen into the myths and legends. It was Asgard - its warriors that brought peace to the universe," Odin finished the tale for his two sons. One was golden blonde and red - Thor - the God of Thunder; while the other was raven black and green - Loki - the God of Mischief. Both were different, two sides of the same coin. Though, they possessed the same dream. Their father led them into a hallway, where the Casket of Ancient Winters was displayed along with Odin's other prized trinkets.

"But that day will come when one of you..." Odin stepped forward and turned to face his two sons with one eye, while a golden eye patch covered the other, "has to defend that peace."

"Do the Frost Giants still live?" the younger prince asked curiously.

"When I'm king," the older prince pointed at himself pridefully before throwing punches, "I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!" He smiled at his father, "Just as you did, Father."

"A wise king never seeks out war, but..." Odin paused, looking at each son for a brief moment, before continuing, "...he must be ready for it." He finished as he walked past his children.

The brothers looked at each other with a smirk before racing past a displayed hammer, making it to their father's side. Both of them were holding his hand.

"I'm ready, Father!" Thor stated with determination.

"So am I!" Loki claimed as well.

Odin smiled proudly at his two sons, squeezing their hands, "Only one of you can ascend to the throne. Both of you were born to be kings."