Get help from Darcy

So her options were to wait around in a towel indefinitely and just pray that Thor would either summon Mjolnir or come back, or to get clothes some other way.

Given leaving the house absolutely was not an option, that left calling someone, so the question ended up as 'who did she mind least seeing her in a towel?' It still took some thought.

No way did she want some stranger coming by, and definitely not a guy, which limited the pool somewhat. Definitely someone she was comfortable with, if not normally comfortable to be seen in so little by, and...

Darcy was the only real choice. Occasionally unreliable, but ultimately good-hearted Darcy, it definitely seemed the best option.

Jane walked over to the head of her bed, sitting by the pillow and reaching for the phone. She cast a last, longing look at her pinned clothes before dialling.

"Hello?" her friend's voice came through the receiver. Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi, Darcy," Jane said. "Do you, uh, have a minute?"

"Sure!" Darcy said.

"Can you come over?"

"Of course!" Darcy said. "Now?"

"Please," Jane said. Then, remembering a couple of impromptu (and unnecessary) surprise parties, "Uh, alone."

"...Sure," Darcy said after a moment. "On my way!"

"And bring a change of-" Jane began, only to hear the phone beep.

Darcy had hung up on her. Great. She needed Darcy to bring more clothes, not just come over to stare! Hastily Jane dialled again, only to get no answer. Typical Darcy, no doubt she was already on her way.

She exhaled. Well it was a delay, hopefully not much else. Once Darcy got here she could explain things, then Darcy could go back home, and come back, and... God, what she wouldn't give for an outfit.

Normally being naked didn't bother her this much, but that was when she had clothes that were actually, theoretically accessible!

It was ten minutes before there was a knock at her door. Jane's eyes widened; she'd hung her towel up to dry a minute or so ago, just taking care of her hair. Of course Darcy would arrive a moment too soon. Quickly Jane hurried back downstairs, to where she'd left the towel-

"Hope you don't mind, I let myself in. What's-" Darcy began, then blinked.

Jane yelped, hurriedly turning away from her friend and crossing her arms over her bare tits, flushing. She stumbled the last few steps, back to Darcy, and scrambled to tug her towel up and wrap it around herself again.

Flustered, she turned around again, cheeks warming at how Darcy stared.

"So, uh," Darcy said. She blinked again. "Is this a nudist thing or a gay thing?"

"What?!"

"I mean, I'm not saying no, just-"

"Darcy, stop!" Jane squeaked. Sometimes she really didn't want to know how her friend's mind worked. "I need your help. You hung up before I could ask you to bring clothes."

"What's wrong with your clothes?" Darcy said.

Jane gestured with one hand, the other still holding the towel together.

A minute later and the two of them were in Jane's room, looking at the hammer resting on the red cape, and then on Jane's clothing.

"It sounds like Thor won't be back for a while, and I can't move it, so- Darcy!"

Darcy had already grabbed the hammer's handle. She tugged, straining on it for a second, before slumping and sighing.

"What?" Darcy said. "Don't tell me you didn't try."

"That's- that's different!" Jane said. "I just wanted to get it off. Anyway, can we stay on task?"

"You want me to get you a spare few clothes?" Darcy said. "How long will that last?"

"Long enough," Jane said. "Worst case I can buy more, and-"

"Replace your whole wardrobe?" Darcy said. "If you don't know when Thor's back, you might have to."

"I-" Jane began, and hesitated.

Why was Darcy suddenly being the practical one? Jane flushed.

"Can you think of anything else?" Jane said.

"Could try moving the hammer," Darcy said. "There's got to be someone else who can. Maybe you could if you have a character arc, Thor couldn't lift it at first."

"We're not holding try-outs for Mjolnir in my house when I'm naked!" Jane yelped. "Please can I just have a spare outfit?"