Wash day

It was a holdover from her time at college. When it was time to wash her clothes, she liked to go for everything at once rather than leave an extra change of clothes at the end of the day that still needed to be washed. Just more efficient. Plus it meant she could go through her whole wardrobe and spend as few days as possible wasting time washing. She'd even planned what to wear and how long to get the most use out of it; numbers came easily to her.

So when wash day came around, Jane stripped down, adding the clothes she'd been wearing to the pile before adding them to her washer/dryer. It was hard to break a routine once it was started. That, and not wearing anything was a pretty decent incentive to stay home and work rather than heading out.

She'd drawn the curtains, now she just had to get back to her computer. She sat, shifting a little. It was surprisingly easy to get used to being naked at home when she did it once a week.

There were no plans, and the only unexpected guest that might turn up would be Thor dropping in. And honestly the idea of Thor walking in on her like this brought a flush to her cheeks for a reason very far from embarrassment.

After working for a while she eventually stood up, exhaling. Sometimes a problem could take a while to get through; sighing, she started pacing. A different approach normally helped, but first she'd have to clear her head.

Idly she wandered to her bathroom. A shower was a good way to sort things out, it'd help her unwind, stop over-focusing, and then she could tackle it properly. That sounded good.

A while later and Jane stepped out from the bathroom, hair wet and clinging to her shoulders, towel wrapped around herself and held in place with one hand. Much better.

Her combined wahsing machine and drier had stopped rumbling. Good sign, she'd sort that out soon. She wandered back to her room.

Once she was in the doorway, she smiled. Her clothes had already been taken out of the machine for her, folded neatly and put on her bed, and then a red cape folded and put on top of them, along with a rather familiar hammer. She couldn't help but chuckle.

Thor must have come by when she was in the shower. She could just picture him coming in, then figuring it'd be cute for her to walk in on this. He'd always found 'Midgardian' machines... quaint was probably the best word. She'd walked in on him trying to talk her oven into working before, only for him to quickly straighten and deny it when she'd asked.

Little things like needing a machine to wash clothes, taking them out and folding them after... She smiled to herself.

The hammer was their kind of calling card. If he'd visited, but had to hurry off somewhere, he'd leave it so she'd know. Chances are he wouldn't need it anyway, and even if he did he could summon it. So-

So he'd left it on top of her clothes. Jane blinked, suddenly pausing.

Ok, it did look very nice. Charmingly domestic even, hammer on cape on the pile of all the clothes she owned. A hammer that could only be lifted by Thor himself.

Curiously, Jane stepped closer. She tugged on a lower garment; it didn't budge, emphatically pinned in place.

Oh this was ridiculous, her clothes were right there. She could see them, she could touch them, they were just... stuck. Without the hammer moving there was no way to get at them.

Ok. She swallowed, shaking off a pang of worry. She'd waited around her house like this before, it was no big deal. Sure, normally she had the option of hurrying and ending the washing cycle early if she needed to get dressed for some life or **** reason, but it wasn't like that ever happened. Thor would be back soon, or he'd summon his hammer, either would work.

She shifted, holding her towel around her nude body with a little more uncertainty. It'd be fine, she told herself. Right?