You wake up on the ground with a throbbing in your head. You are surrounded by four walls, and on the wall to your right, there is a large metal door. You cannot deny the pain you are in as you try to wearily sit up. You touch your hand to the side of your head, finding it sticky with blood. Your fingers quickly find the cut, and you judge that was a bit deep. Probably a few inches long, but it was bleeding a lot. You groaned as you used the wall for support, almost falling as you stood up. You searched for an explanation of how and why you are in this place, and you can't remember one. You can't remember anything. What are you doing there? How long have you been there? What is the time? What is the day? Is anybody looking for you? Who even are you? You don't know anything except your name, and the other simple things. You are _y/n_, and you are _y/a_ years old. That is most of what you remember. There are some really vague memories, but none are clear enough to make sense of them. You looked up, pulling yourself up as you started to walk to the door with a wince in every step. What made you feel this way? You don't know. It's all gone. When you place your hand on the handle, you don't know what to expect once you open the door. Will it be dark? What if there are people trying to kill you? What if it won't open? All these thoughts ran through your head as you turned the knob and the door luckily opened with ease. There seemed to be nobody around, though something was rather strange. The door opened right into an old, abandoned tower. It had a very old smell. Like it hadn't been used in decades, and it sure looked like it. From what you could see, it was a star observatory. The long telescopes, charts, and abandoned boons laid about. It was pretty sad actually. As you turned back to close the door, you saw that it was gone. A solid wall behind you. You then felt someone's eyes on you, watching your every move. You slowly turned around, confused, and you saw him. He was leaning against the wall, a stern expression in his face. He clearly wasn't expecting to see you. You could see it in his eyes. His face was shaded from your view, but you could see his lean figure and clothes. It vaguely reminded you of someone, but who? Then, a name popped I to your mind. You don't know why, but it just all came together.

"Loki." You said softly, though he heard it.

"What are you doing here? And who are you?" He asked. Straight to business.

"Um.." You paused for a moment, trying to remember. "My name is _."

"And your purpose here?" Loki asked impatiently.

"I don't know." You said as you bit your lip nervously.

"You don't know? Well nobody knows about this tower except me. So you must know." Loki said harshly. He was meaning strictly business now. No games. You couldn't use sarcasm as your defense.

"I can't remember." You said softly, as if it were a measly squeak.

"Amnesia." Loki muttered to himself as he looked at the side of your head. The blood was still trickling out. "You may want to get that looked at." He said as he walked closer, but you took a reflexive step away. Loki grabbed your arm and held you close as he used his hands to look at the wound. "Hold still." You heard him mutter as he placed his finger on the wound, making you wince as if was painful. Loki looked at it carefully, before you felt the pain lessen as out of the corner of your eye, you saw a green light. As Loki's hand pulled away, the green faded and you no longer felt the trickle of blood. "There. All healed." He said as he held his wrist behind his back and looked at you curiously.

"Thank you." You said as you brought a hand up to wipe some of the blood from your neck, only to see it was gone. No trace if any injury.

"It wasn't any trouble, though I should take you to Odin. He will want to see why a strange Midgardian girl has appeared in the palace. " Loki said as he gestured for you to follow him, and you did.

Palace. You were in a palace.

But where? You couldn't remember much, and yet you knew who Loki was. Who you were. Why did you know these things? It was a mystery to you. As you walked with Loki, you had a sense of familiarity with the hall you entered. It was quite grand, and rather beautiful. Though, it was just a hall, and the real beauty lied inside the many rooms. As Loki took a left, you did too, right into the throne room of the palace.

Odin was on his throne, and watching you as you came in very closely. You gulped nervously, but all the same kept moving until you were stopped by Loki as he knelt, motioning for you to do the same.

"Odin, I have found this girl wandering about the towers. She claims to have no knowledge of how she got there." He said, as you knelt beside him.

"Rise." Odin said tiredly and spoke again. "Who are you?" Odin asked in a becoming voice.

"_." You told him as you looked straight into his...well, eye, and stood along with Loki.

"And you have no memory of anything but that?" He asked with a hunt if curiosity in his voice.

"Yes." You answered as you grabbed your hand to keep it from shaking. Loki looked over at you, noticing your nervousness, and he started to talk.

"Perhaps the healers could recover some memory. That is, if it can be recovered." Loki asked, and you were relieved that he said something.

"Then take her." Odin waved you away, and Loki grabbed your arms he started to walk out of the throne room and down the hall.

"What are we doing?" You asked worriedly and raised an eyebrow as Loki pulled you with him and you struggled to keep up.

"To see if we can recover any of your memories." Loki said as he walked into the healing halls and you looked around. It was quite a lot of white, and plenty of gold accents around the place. Loki took you into a room, and there was a table in the center. Three healers were inside, and Loki quickly explained to them about your memory. The one that looked eldest nodded, and took your hand a lot gentler then Loki grabbed your arm, before helping you lay on the table. You were still in pain from earlier, and frankly, you are very dizzy and glad to lay down. After a moment, gold dust rise up from seemingly nowhere, and you just looked at it in wonder. Though, there where several spots that were clustered together. One near your brain, one near your stomach, and one near your back. Above was the exact reflection of you. The healers gave each other worried looks as you closed your eyes, exhausted. The last thing you knew is you were asleep within seconds.

LOKI's POV

_ Was unlike anything I had ever seen. She was beautiful, and yet so mysterious. As she laid there, I watched with slight worry. There were several anomalies that I could see. When I looked back at _, she was unconscious. I walked to her, and though I didn't necessarily care for midgardians, she was different. Something was not human about her. Something magical. I could sense it. I stayed at her side, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her shirt was slightly askew at the hem. In the slight patch of skin that was shown, there were many blue and purple bruises that could only mean one thing. I quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it up more, and her entire stomach was covered in the bruises. They were under the skin, meaning she was bleeding internally. I motioned for one of the three healers to come to her, and I showed her the bleeding. Immediately the orders started, and I grabbed _'s wrist before I was shoved out if the way. She had a fading pulse. I let go and walked to the side, as the healers went to work, trying to recover _ and get her back. I watched, worried more than I ever have been about a girl that I barely knew from Midgard. And I hoped I could just see her alive one last time.