Thanks for the two reviews and the follow! This chapter is infinitely lighter than the last one. Don't worry if I'm being kind of vague in this chapter, I will explain some things later in the story.

Anyway, enjoy!

I sat on his couch waiting for my mind to realize where I had heard that name before.

A few seconds past before it hit me like a brick. This was the same man who tried to take over the world in 2012!

"B-but I thought you were in prison on Asgard. Did they not punish you?" My voice escalated, the mere thought of him going unpunished from all of the deaths that he caused was unsettling. What kind of justice system did they have in Asgard anyway?!

"Oh no, child. I can assure you that they attempted to punish me," he stated coolly as he began searching through the kitchen cupboards for a first aid kit, I assumed. He pulled out a red bag before continuing, "I faked my death before returning here to bring about Ragnarok for the Universe. This place deserves war and death for every one of its residents." He looked at me with that intense gaze he seems to favor.

"Surely there must be someone in this universe that doesn't deserve to die premature?"

He looked at his shiny shoes and replied with a firm but quiet, "No."

It doesn't take a genius to realize that he was lying. I wanted to push the subject further but he changed it to my injuries.

"You need to be stitched up, quickly." Loki bent down in front of the couch, placing the bag on the floor.

"Don't you have magic? Can you not fix all of this with a simple swipe of the hand?" I asked as I noticed him pulling out pain medication along with a needle and string.

He smirked. "Using my magic on you would certainly heal your wounds, but they would open some as well."

"I'm afraid that I don't understand," I countered. This man was confusing, wow. Wait, is he a man? No, no, he is a God, that's right.

"Healing your physical wounds will also heal your mental wounds as well. You have suppressed memories from your childhood. I know that you don't want to revisit them, but you will have to if you want you injuries healed." He looked at me expectantly, waiting for my decision.

Yes, it is true that I choose not to remember things from my childhood, but maybe it's time to attempt to move on from that.

Wait! How did he know about my suppressed memories? Jeez, this guy can read minds now, well this could be interesting!

"Do it," I muttered softly. I am old enough now to revisit my past, no matter what kind of information I will learn from them.

Loki simply nodded and took back his jacket off of my shoulders, placing it on the floor beside him.

His right hand came to my chin, raising it up to expose my neck. His head turned to the side, as if contemplating how to go about healing me.

Suddenly his hand clasped around my neck, squeezing tightly. His green eyes bore into mine while he squeezed tighter.

"Who are you?" he yelled at my face, standing up to lean over me while I desperately tried to release his grip.

"Aver—"

"No! Who are you really?! Why are you here?" His knees moved onto the couch to straddle my waist, allowing him to get a better angle at my throat.

His left hand moved to hold both of my hand above my head because I started clawing at him.

My world began to spin from the lack of oxygen before it went completely black.

When I woke again I was still on the couch, just lying down. My hands were resting on my stomach. I awaited the pain but realized that the wounds that covered my stomach were completely healed!

I looked at myself as best as I could. There wasn't a scratch on my body!

Then it hit me. Crap! He used magic on me!

I shot up from the couch trying to make a run for it, but a large hand pushed me back down.

"Those memories that I discussed, I needed them exposed, not only for my benefit, but for yours as well." He stood towering over me.

I was about to respond when they all came back. The memories that I didn't want to think about ever again came flooding back with a vengeance.

Loki still stood, watching my facial expression change from confused to scared in a split second.

"What do you see?" Loki questioned me, his voice no longer soothing.

"I'm… I'm…"

"You are an Asgardian," he finished for me. "You remember growing up in a small cottage in Asgard with your mother until she gave you up. You suppressed the memories of your relocation to Midgard."

"I always thought that I lived in Germany or something before moving to America. I didn't realize that I was actually in Asgard! This doesn't make any sense. If I'm an Asgardian then why do I age like a human? Why do I heal like a human as well?"

"How old are you?" he asked quickly.

"What? That doesn't answer my question." Seriously! This guy just does what he wants, doesn't he?

"How. Old. Are. You?" he asked again, punctuating every word.

Okay, I got it, he doesn't like repeating things, jeez. "17. I'll be 18 in two weeks," what does my age have to do with this?

"Hmm," he started, "That explains that."

"Okay, enough of the confusing answers. Why does my body act so human?"

He chuckled, his white teeth flashing. "Every Asgardian goes through the same thing. From the day you are born until the age of 18, your body acts that of Midgardians. After your 18th birthday, your aging will virtually stop and all of that reserved energy will allow you to heal quickly. I suspect that after these two weeks are over, you will see the change as well."

Wow, that was a lot to take in. I'll stop getting older at 18! Damn! "So I'll look 18 forever?" it was a reasonable question to ask.

"No, no, no. I said you will virtually stop getting older. Your body will age, just at a slower pace."

I sat up trying to think of what to do with all of this information. I mean, I'm Asgardian! Wait, "How did you know that I was an Asgardian?" It must have been him reading my mind again, damn.

He smirked again, looking directly into my eyes. "Your eyes," he stated. "Every Asgardian has a black speck in their eyes that resembles a star, you have one."

"So, you didn't read my mind?"

He laughed deeply, "No, child. Nobody can read minds. Mortals and their fears, ha!"

I looked into those deep green eyes, sure enough, there was a black spot, but it looked like a waning crescent moon.

"Why does yours look like a moon if you are from Asgard?"

His calm features turned dark for a second. "Because I am not from Asgard, little one. I am from Jotunheim." His face fell as he was speaking these words. I could tell that he didn't want to dive into this subject further so I changed it, much to his relief.

"Could I get something to eat?" I asked. I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday's breakfast of a granola bar and an apple, but it is almost time for dinner. Yes, it's only three o'clock but I am extremely hungry.

"Unfortunately, this dwelling has no come equipped with food so we will have to go out to eat. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, but, in case you haven't noticed, my clothes are in no shape to be venturing out into the world," I gestured down to my still beaten and bloodied bra.

He cracked a small but genuine smile. I had no idea that a person could hold a smile like that. It was so full of meaning and so beautiful. I could stare at that smile all day long if he would let me. "No," he started, still smiling, "I suppose not."

With a swipe of his hand a green glow outlined my small frame replacing the dirty piece of cloth I called a bra with a fresh and new dark green one. He replaced my underwear as well, matching it with my bra.

A navy blue Panic! At the Disco shirt formed over my chest. Next was a pair of dark skinny jeans with a green hoodie that formed over the t-shirt. Black socks were next to cover me. A pair of dark green high top converse that matched my hoodie was the last bit of clothing he chose for me.

I smiled looking down at myself. Yes, this is definitely something I would have picked out for myself on a normal day. "Is green your favorite color or something?" I asked still smiling at the act that performed right in front of my eyes.

"It is a personal favorite yes, but I thought that you may like this outfit as well."

"Well, yeah, duh! This thing is really comfortable and it's nice to be wearing clothes again." I looked up to him, waiting for a response of some kind.

He just looked down at me with such feeling I almost wanted to look away, but I couldn't resist looking into his beautiful green eyes. They seem much more relaxed now than when I bumped into him in the hallway.

I broke the silence, "Where to, Loki?"

He broke the stare, looking down while walking towards the door and opening it, gesturing me to go first.

I swung my feet over to the couch and made my way to the door; however, I didn't cross the threshold. I looked up to Loki, "What if he finds me again, I can't go with him." I spoke softly wanting to get the point across that I was still scared of the maniac who had kept me prisoner.

He put his left elbow out for me to slide my arm though, to which I gladly complied. "The man who took you can no longer hurt you, as long as you remain in my care and listen to what I say. Understand?"

"Yes, Loki," I looked straight ahead and took the first step out of his safe apartment and into the world again.

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