AN: So this is Amnesia, but I wasn't happy with it, so I changed it. :) I think my writing quality has changed since I began this story, and I wanted to give you guys a better quality version. Oh, things are also going to be slightly changed, because the storyline I was working with was just getting boring to me, so I hope you enjoy.

Banishment, of course. The only thing that softhearted fool Odin could stand to do as punishment. Loki scoffed internally, the heavy silver device weighing down his tongue. No chance to plead his case was given, not that he had expected, or wanted to beg for mercy.

As he felt his powers draining away from him, and the bond around his mouth dissolved, Loki laughed, a dry cackle echoing through the judgement chamber.

"You see fit to drain me of my powers and banish me as you did your son? How charming, Father, to give a Jotunn the same grace you give the most beloved of the Aesir. You really think I shall find love and repent as that fool did? I am not of such a nature."

The council, whose voices had been a hushed, whispered murmur, suddenly grew silent, and the chamber echoed Loki's words unobstructed.

"I would destroy Asgard before I would return to you, mollified by the love of some human witch, more in love with stars than the man who loves her."

Thor stood, "You shall not speak such ill of her in my presence." He boomed.

Loki laughed again, cutting him off. "What are you going to do, Thunderer? Force me to apologize? You owe her more of an apology than I, do you not? Or is it untrue that your 'reunion' with the Lady Sif was not so innocent as you would have us all believe?"

Thor hefted Mjolnir threateningly, and Loki outstretched his arms, "What have I to lose? Kill me."

"Enough!" Odin roared. "Thor, cease this petty squabble with your brother. And Loki..." He turned to the other. "May you learn humility on Earth." He tapped his younger son's head with Gungnir, and Loki began to fade from sight.

"GABRIEL!" A beefy man roared, "You're keeping customers waiting, stop day-dreaming and get back to work!"

With a start, Gabriel pushed himself off the counter and shook himself together. Sleeping on the job. He'd never done that before. Damn, he was hung over. Why else would he have had such a horrid headache?

He grabbed the tray sitting in front of him, and stumbled out to the main area of the restaurant to his table.

"Terribly sorry, ladies, anything else I can get you today?" He asked apologetically. "Your number." One of them chirped, handing him a napkin. Gabriel grinned and hastily scribbled it down. "Right, thanks Alivia!" He said, with a wink, before heading back into the kitchen.

Eric was waiting for him and slapped his back. "Look at that, my boy finally got her number!"

Rolling his eyes, Gabriel shrugged. "She's cute, but have you heard what they talk about over their coffee? Not much in the brains department. Besides, I've heard her. "Guys with British accents are like, sooo dreamy." He shrugged. "Ready?" He asked with a grin.

Eric shook his head. "No, we are NOT doing this again. I mean, come on, Gabe!"

"Fuck's sake, live a little!" Gabriel cajoled, "Boss is out for his smoke break..."

Eric nodded, "Fine, but it's your ass this time."

The plan was simple, cream in the ice machine, say they were out of ice, and when the boss came to check, BOOM! Cream everywhere. Gabriel couldn't stand the man, so pranks of that nature were constantly going down. The clientele thought it was funny, and the shop was almost never empty when Gabriel was on shift, everyone wanting a glimpse of the shenanigans.

However, the prank never came to pass, as the customers started muttering amongst themselves, "He's coming HERE!" "Nah, he'll go by at the last second, just watch." "He's coming IN!"

Gabriel looked out from the kitchen and his draw dropped open in shock. Tony Stark was in the coffee shop. He quickly shoved Eric aside and headed out to greet him. "Is there anything I can do for you today, Mr. Stark?" He asked, readying his pen.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Was the abrupt, threatening response.

"Perhaps you mistake me, sir..." Gabriel trailed off. Seeing Stark up close was... strange. It was such a familiar face, but Gabriel knew he'd never met the man before.

"Tell me what you're doing here, Loki, before I take you into SHIELD myself."

Putting up his hands in a gesture of surrender, Gabriel murmured, "Not in here, Mr. Stark, please." The customers were getting suspicious, and several pictures were snapped. "My name is not Loki, I swear to you, but if you do not order something and stop threatening me, I will call the police."

"Ohh, answer a threat with a threat, that's just like you. More passive aggressive than I remember, but I've done research, Loki. How easily you can lie, and make yourself believed."

A cold shudder went through Gabriel at those words, familiarity, and something strangely like hunger.

"I don't normally like pet names on the first date, but I suppose I shall have to make an exception for you." He purred softly. "Now, I will go with you, but only to prevent any damages to our customers. I know I am innocent of any blame you shall put on me, so it is in my favor if this is resolved quickly."

A barely perceptible smirk twisted half of Tony's mouth. "About as innocent as a two bit whore, Loki."

Gabriel lashed out and punched Tony in the face, angrier than he'd ever been,then suddenly, everything went dark.