Loki tried to remember. He focused on the things he knew were fact. He repeated them constantly so as to keep his sanity. "My name is Loki. I am a Time Lord and one of the last of my kind. I escaped the destruction of Gailfray in my Tardis. She was passed down to me by my biological parents when they died fighting the Daleks in the Time War. I was three when my home was destroyed. She died saving me. I was taken to Jötunheimr where I froze to death and regenerated as a frost giant. There was a great war and the family that had taken care of me was killed. I was taken from my home by Oden and raised for a long time on Asgard. Upon my arrival in Asgard my small, delicate, newly developed frost giant body melted revealing a human interior. I grew up with Thor who is now the King in the wake of his father. That was a dream, a simple nightmare. I am not going to dwell on it or give it any more thought because it was not real." Loki said. He had repeated the words at least a thousand times now. He did it whenever he was woken from his nightmares. He looked over at his bed partner. Thor was still sleeping soundly; Loki's mumblings hadn't woken him. "It was a just nightmare." He said to the night. He looked out the window at the sky and felt a small tug at his lips. Someone had once said that when a Tardis dies its essence becomes a star. Loki looked at the stars and decided that he liked one the best. He picked it and decided that was his Tardis. She was smiling, twinkling down at him. Loki looked over at Thor. "I think she likes you." He whispered, brushing one of the long blond locks from his face. "It was just a nightmare." He said one last time before laying his head back down. The only thing was, it wasn't a nightmare. It was a memory. A list of memories of people. First his Time Lord parents, lying on the ground bloody and dead in the wake of battle. Then it was his frost giant parents lying on the ground, blood turning to ice lying on the icy home that had been destroyed by Oden. Lastly it was his Asgardian parents, laying in their lush bed wheezing out their last breaths before they drifted off to their forever slumber. Everywhere he went, everyone he loved, everyone who ever loved him were all dead with the exception of Thor. Loki fell back into his pillow. Living forever could be a burden but he was fine as long as he had Thor.