Idea from Magic-n-Science's Prompt #91:

Might be kinda obvious but... While You Were Sleeping AU? Like Jane sees Thor every day and falls in love with him (even though they've never spoken), then one day, she saves his life. He falls into a coma and then his family mistakes her for his fiancee. Then she meets Thor's brother, Loki, and starts falling for him instead of Thor!

To Sleep...Perchance to dream...

But shall I live in hope? All men, I hope, live so…

Every day Jane Foster would walk to her job at MIT in the basement of the STEM building. It was a massive structure, and depressing as hell. She walked because the stale air of the basement hurt her lungs. She walked because the darkness mixed with the glare of the lights in the basement lab were sucking the soul from her. Through the nose. It hurt more than she cared to admit.

She walked, because most mornings, she would see a tall, blonde, mammoth of a man leave his posh apartment near Harvard Square in Cambridge.

Jane would look at him with a smile.

Sometimes he would smile back. Sometimes he would keep walking. Sometimes he would even wave.

Did Jane think that he was ever going to notice her? Probably not. It didn't matter much. She was a lonely sort. No family. No pets. Just her apartment in Somerville which wasn't all that great, anyhow.

There was her neighbor Darcy. She was kinda funny in a really annoying sort of way.

So Jane would time her departure just so, hoping that one day…one day, that behemoth would talk with her…and then she could introduce herself, and say hi.

Jane was a rational sort. She wasn't given to flights of fancy. She never thought, not once, that anything would ever happen to make her daydream come true. And she was aright with that. Well, as alright as she could be.

Most evenings saw Jane preparing a can of soup, cutting up a salad, watching TV. Most evenings Darcy would swing by, talking to Jane about her day.

"So…whaddya think? He totally likes me, right?" and Darcy dipped her chip in the salsa.

"Umm…" Jane wasn't really paying attention. "I mean, sure. You're pretty, Darcy."

Said pretty girl looked crookedly at Jane. "What about you, Jane Foster?"

"What about me?"

"You never talk about guys," she paused. "Are you gay?"

"What?"

"That's totally cool. I get it. Guys can be such dicks. And if you don't like dicks, hey, then you kinda can't dig on guys, right?" she paused, and Jane's mouth was agape. "Girls are way hot. Sometimes I think I should've taken that chance when I had it back in college…."

"I'm not gay, Darcy," my god, Jane Foster. You are so out of practice that people are starting to think that you are hiding your homosexuality.

"Oh. That's too bad. I love gay bars…" and Darcy went off on a tangent about how she had this one bisexual friend and they would go to gay bars together. "…and then I'd flirt a lot before I puked. It was awesome," she took another bite of a chip. "So what's the story, then?"

Jane got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. "Story?"

"Yeah. You don't have a boyfriend, girlfriend…so…asexual?"

"I love how you think that a person who is currently unattached is asexual," and she came back in with a beer.

"What? There's nothing wrong with being asexual. Come on, Jane…loads of people are. There should be asexual bars," Darcy looked to the ceiling. "Why aren't there asexual bars? Or maybe there is, and I just don't know about them…though I can't see how."

"There are. They're called hipster coffee houses."

Darcy burst into peels pf laughter. "Jane! You made a joke!"

"It's been known to happen."

"When?" as she wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.

"Shut up Darcy."

It was a rainy day in Boston.

Jane was running late.

She was hurrying along the sidewalk, not paying attention…

Get there get there…WHY did I sleep through the alarm?

The pavement was slick with wet, and the clouds overhead dark, sinking into the trees menacingly. Jane wasn't paying much mind to anything. She needed to get to work.

And then she saw him. Blonde. Tall. Built like an Adonis…

…and he was looking at her…

Fuck it, Jane.

She smiled.

And then he smiled…

He was standing on the curb, facing her, attempting to cross the street. Jane thought, he is standing precariously on that curb.

A taxi rounded the bend in a rush, and the man was stepping off the curb as it rounded…he wasn't looking to his left, he was looking at Jane, approaching on his right, smiling.

Her face fell…she broke into a run…

And just as he stepped from the curb onto the street, the taxi nearly hit him, and Jane pushed him into the street away from the car. He smacked his head as he landed on his back, Jane on top of him.

"Mister! Mister! Wake up!" she yelled. She was holding onto his finely tailored coat, his eyes were closed, and the rain drenched them as horns blew…people yelled…and a siren was heard in the distance.

"Mr Odinson!" a man in a suit came rushing out of the apartment building behind the pair laying in the street.

Jane got off of the man, and she squinted up at the security guard, now looking over them. "Do you know him?" she asked, brushing her soaked hair from her face.

"'Course I know him!" and he pulled out his cell phone. "That's Thor Odinson. And his dad is gonna be pissed…"

"Thor Odinson Thor Odinson Thor Odinson…" Jane was muttering as she followed the people in the white coats in the hospital. "Please don't be dead. Don't be dead…I mean…I guess you couldn't really die…it was just a smack on the head…and today was gonna be the day. Today was gonna be the day that you would talk to me…and then…then I could tell you how beautiful you are…and then, maybe we could get to know one another…" Jane picked up Thor's hand as he laid motionless on the gerni. Everyone had left, and she was alone with him. Goddammit. Just her luck. He was about to acknowledge her, and poof. He almost dies. What the actual fuck. "I know this sounds silly, but I think about you all the time…and I think…" she paused. "I think that maybe…we could have been something…I could have fallen in love with you," and she held his hand to her cheek. "And I was gonna marry you…" she whispered, voicing out loud one of her daydreams, silly as they were.

What Jane didn't see was a nurse standing on the other side of the corner, hearing only the last sentence.

And Jane watched as Thor Odinson was wheeled down the hall for surgery. She stood there, alone again.

And she was nearly knocked over by four people bustling down the hall. They were following Thor Odinson, and Jane surmised it was his family.

She decided that she should go and tell them what had happened.

They were all muttering and arguing…

"If I said it once, I said it a thousand times. The boy doesn't pay attention. He can't see past his…" and the old man paused. "You know."

"What a fine way to talk about your son, Odin. My god. He was nearly killed, you know."

"Frigga is right, Odin," an impressive black man was saying. "Thor is your son. And he was nearly killed…"

And a tall, muscular man was nodding. "I'm with Heimdall. Odin, you are too harsh on him."

"You're half blind, Fandral. Impressed as you are with his girth," and Odin looked away.

"I beg your pardon, Odin. I haven't the slightest concern for Thor's girth."

At this, Jane cleared her throat. "Hi…um…" they were all very intimidating.

And then a presence was felt behind her. "Oh good! You're here," and Jane felt fingers on her elbow. "You couldn't make up a better story. His fiancee saved his life."

The company all looked at the nurse and then looked at Jane.

"His fiancee."

"Saved his life…"

"Thor is engaged!"

"He never tells us anything…!"

"Why wouldn't he tell me….?"

"Um…" Jane began in a panic, and looked at the nurse wide-eyed. "Why did you say that?!"

"You said…" she was shaking her head.

"I never said we were engaged…"

But Frigga was shaking her hand. "Well…I suppose it was about time. You'll excuse us, won't you…?"

"Jane Foster," she supplied meekly.

"Jane Foster. I'm sorry my son thought so little of his family to tell us he was about to marry a lovely young woman."

"Oh it's…" she began, but the four were all too preoccupied to really notice that she was about to speak.

And she was left there.

Jane sighed.

She thought that it was probably best if she just left, hanging out in the hospital seemed like a catastrophically bad idea. Go to work, Jane…there you are needed.

So she did, and she was two hours late, which did not sit well with Erik Selvig.

"Janie, you should have called. Don't you have a cell phone?"

"Yeah, but…"

"Next time, call," and he went back to his papers.

"Next time I save someone's life I should call you?" and she offered a smile.

"Funny. Now, off you go," and he turned away.

Jane went back to her office. It was a nice office, as offices went.

But all day long she thought of Thor Odinson…why she insisted on calling him by his full name, she had no idea…maybe because it was such an impressive name. She thought about him, and hoped that he was awake, setting everything to right.

She thought that maybe she should pop in after work to see if he was ok…she thought that that was the kind and responsible thing to do.

And that was that. Jane would see how he was doing after she was done with work for the day.

Damn, Jane…that wasn't hard at all…and she smiled.