So last night I uploaded chapter one, and I got a follower to my story, which is ridiculously exciting considering I'm pretty much just writing this for myself. THANK YOU RANDOM STORY FOLLOWER! Here's chapter two, just for you.

Chapter 2

The door behind Mnemosyne gave a soft click as it slid shut, leaving her in silence save for the thumping of her heart. At the very least, that provided her a sense if comfort as she gazed upon the stranger tied to a bed in the center of the holding room.

He was no more than 3 yards away, and was apparently unconscious. However, as she approached his bedside, the soft murmuring of voices echoed through her mind. Thoughts of his, or memories of his past, that even while he slept were so strong they burst through. 'He's having a nightmare.' Mnemosyne made a mental note of this, as it could cause him to become very aware of her presence were she not careful.

The man's onyx hair clung to his pale skin, flecks of perspiration clinging in little droplets on his forehead and high cheekbones. His lips were slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled, and his slim chest rose with every breath. He had a black, form fitting shirt full of small holes and tears and a pair of black cotton pants that seemed to hang off him a bit. The area around his eyes had a dark, almost reddish pallor, as if he hasn't slept for many days.

Mnemosyne tilted her dead downwards and a tad to the side, extending a hand towards the man's face. Jennings said he fell from the sky... Could this be possible? He didn't seem injured externally. 'One way to find out...' She leaned over the stranger and placed her hands on either side of his angular face. Her eyes fluttered shut as she slipped into his mind, his reality, his sanctuary, and began to pry.

It was always very different inside the mind of someone sleeping as opposed to someone awake; their dreams fought at the forefront and it could become difficult to even get past them and into their underlying memories and thoughts, but they were almost always more susceptible to suggestion and rarely noticed if Mnemosyne changed things around. Entering this man's mind, however, was like plunging into ice water. She felt her own mind shiver and strain to maintain connection. It was as if she'd been jabbed with a thousand needles, but within a few moments, she adjusted to the strange phenomenon and pressed on. One thing was already for certain; this was not a normal human mind. In her time with THEMIS, she had probed the minds of humans, mutants, and animals, each having an individual feel or layout, but this man's mind was beyond anything she had felt before.

The first thing that came to her was his nightmare. She saw him, standing alone in the dark, his hands over his hands pressed hard against his ears. Suddenly, a male voice boomed out, "I banish you!", causing him to flinch and spin towards his left, searching for the source. He was shaken, and his tongue darted across his lips momentarily before he spoke.

"Please, father..."

"You are not my son. You are an opportunist who has taken my kindness for granted and endangered this entire realm!" The same booming voice from before echoed through her mind, but with no apparent source. All Mnemosyne could see was blackness, and for the first time in a while, she felt truly afraid. Part of this, she knew, was not her own fear, but residual emotion emanating from the mind she was invading. She immediately grew uncomfortable, sharing this intimate terror with the stranger, and slipped out of his nightmare quietly, leaving him to fight his demons alone and delving deeper into his underlying thoughts.

Once she'd reached the apex of his mind, a wall of facts assaulted her, giving her a ton of basic personal knowledge; usually, these were things linked to personal identity, and were often represented as a check list that Mnemosyne could just gaze along. In this man's mind, it was much more personal, as if she was breathing in a spark that left pinpricks of electricity on her tongue, each tiny spot being another aspect of him. She scrambled to gather her knowledge of him and relayed it back to herself.

'Loki Odinson...
Laufeyson?' Mnemosyne was struck with confusion. There were two contradicting identities, and she wasn't sure which was the real surname. 'I guess, neither is he...'

'Resident of Asgard. FALSE: Former Resident of Asgard. He attempted to dominate the realm, and upon failing, enslave the human population in order to take the throne he thought was his.'

A hard shiver ran through Mnemosyne and she felt the connection waver momentarily. This was the man responsible for the alien attack in New York months ago. What was he doing here? She refocused her attention on securing information and pushed her thoughts out of her mind.

'Asgardian. FALSE: Jotun. Frost... giant?'

Again, Mnemosyne found herself shaken. Though the words normally meant nothing to her, there was a special understanding of their meaning that came with being inside Loki's mind. He was not a mortal man, but a creature (alien? No, god?) from another realm beyond anything she had ever known. But here she was, taking in his knowledge as fact, consuming his understanding, and still completely lost in what it all meant.

Knowing her connection with his mind was fading, Mnemosyne still needed to find a way to better understand how this man had come to be here. She dug through memories as though flipping the pages in a book to read passages which had been highlighted for her. One struck her as particularly important, and she inserted her consciousness into the memory, losing all sense of the outside world.
Mnemosyne stood in a long hallway adorned with strange artifacts, which she immediately recognized as stolen relics from other worlds. she ha never seen them before, but something in Loki's mind shared a strong connection or familiarity with them, which spilled over into her.

Before her stood Loki, dressed in green and gold, at the bottom of a sweeping stairway. At the top stood an ancient man, one eye covered by metal to hide a gaping hole, the other full of sorrow as he gazed upon his son. 'Odin,' Mnemosyne confirmed with herself. Something within her felt deeply guilty for being inside this memory, as she recognized that it was one of the last Loki had where Odin acknowledged him as his son.

Loki was yelling, shaking and spitting as he encroached upon Odin, whose figure slowly began to slump to the stairs. The young god was furious, rightfully so, and as he accused Odin of kidnapping him and locking him away in Asgard, it was as if a spell had been broken. Loki finally saw himself as what he was: different. A monster, a nightmare, a freak. So long it had been hidden from him, but now he saw the real reason he was always second best to his so called 'brother', why everyone viewed his magical prowess as abnormal and to be feared. All this time, he was the enemy, and he had never known.

Mnemosyne collapsed about the same time Odin did, overwhelmed with the emotions running through her. It had become impossible to differentiate her feelings with Loki's, but she knew that his sense of being outcast was particularly close to home for her. She knew the horrid feeling of discovery he had been through, and she also knew the power of embracing that dark, wicked side so eager to come forth... Shaking, she placed her head in her hands as Loki called for the guards, trying to save his father whom he knew not whether he loved or hated...

Suddenly Mnemosyne was pulled to her feet, and her terrified brown eyes met with a piercing jade set that she immediately recognized.

"Get. Out."

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