"You really must tell me. Why did you come back?"

"You trusted that I'd come back. I see you don't trust lightly. I don't need to give you any reason to not trust or hate me."

"Lo-Natalia, there has to be another reason!"

"First of all, were you about to call me love?"

"Maybe..." At that he got a look. " Ok, fine, yes, you win! I was going to. Happy?"

"Very. I find it sweet." He had expected anger or a slap from her. "Sooo, you're not angry with me?"

"No, should I be?"

She actually went back?", Clint & Tony asked. "Yep. Even as her twin, I've never fully understood her," Natasha replied. "I wonder if she'll marry him and be queen," Darcy interrupts. Everyone looks at her. "What? It's possible!" They all think about that, and Natasha realizes that her sister could actually overthrow Loki if she really wanted to. They all heard quiet cursing, and looked to Tony, who was looking at them. "It's not me." They hadn't noticed that the noise had ceased, but one had noticed Natasha was gone too. "Hey. Where's Red?"

"Dammit, Talia!", Natasha muttered to herself, walking down the hallway. Suddenly she heard a near silent ringing noise. "Speak of the devil. Maybe literally. Hello Natalia." "Someone's not very happy." "Did you realize you cold have stopped him this whole time?" "No, but now that you mention it I wouldn't have because I don't wan to reveal that info. You and I are identical twins, so they'll connect that info to you. Do you really want all those questions, after everyone trusts you?" "You have a point. Darcy asked if you intend to become queen." "If it makes him happy, sure. The calmer he is, the more likely you all can get get high positions. Listen, I've got to go. "What about you wanting to talk to me?" "That was me sensing you weren't happy. Call it premonition." "Fine. Bye." "Bye!", Natalia said with a smirk.

"I see you still like your 'gadgets', as you mortals call them. "I do, but know that if you were trying to sneak up un me it didn't work." "I figured." "Do you need me?" 'Yes, but not in the way you mean,' he thought to himself. "If you are free, then I need your help." "You need help? That's shocking." "Say what you wish, but just come already." "Very well." "Do you ever respond with anything other than that?" "I have the ability, but it's habit," she replied, following him out of the room and into another. This one was green. 'Go figure, a green room,' Natalia thought to herself. "I'm trying to figure out which looks better," Loki told her. "You know those are tiaras, right?", she asked in reply. "Of course I noticed, that's why I'm asking you!" "Fair point. But why ask me?" They both knew the answer she was looking for. "You are still my personal assistant," he said as a way to avoid giving her the real answer. She didn't question him, but internally smirked, knowing the real answer too. "I like that one. It's very elegant," she said, pointing to the middle one. "I had a feeling you'd pick that one," he said with a smile that for once, was actually genuine. "You may try it on if you like." 'Perfect! This will allow me to see if it needs adjusting,' Loki thought to himself. "I feel just like a princess!" "Since you feel that way, may I have this dance?", he asked, even though there was no music playing. "Only if you teach me how to." "You've never learned to dance?" "Not with another person. Never had the time." "Well then. I simply [must] teach you to dance." "You would do that?" "Yes. Can't have an assistant that doesn't know how to dance. I'll have to make it a school subject." (A/N: I realize that's random. I was on a tangent.) "The history of dance?" "No. How to dance." "I like that. I'll-" "No. Let me take the burden off you for the week, and we focus on dance, and other... pleasant things." 'He's in love with me,' she thought to herself.

-One Week Later-

"I can't believe it. I'm dancing!", she said to herself, yet out loud. "Indeed you are," he replied, earning himself a (gentle) swat on the arm. "Oh you. But I do owe you one." "No you don't. You've done enough around here and helping me to more than make up for it," he replied, with "Are you sure?" "Positive." "Alright," she said, still reluctant. Then he presented her with the tiara she had picked out. "Would you like...?" "May I?" He then preceded to crown her. "I feel like a princess!" "Are you sure that you are not? You act like one. You are confident, you have perfect posture, and you walk with your head up." "I've always done it. It's just... natural." She'd never had a very good memory of her life in Alfheim right before she left. 'I'll have to look into if she is one of the princesses from another realm. She doesn't seem to be lying, but she could have always run away from home and saying that to protect herself,' he thought to himself. "Regardless, you would make a great princess." "You really think that?", she asked him, unsure. "Yes. I do."

"She never shows her normal self in front of other, does she?"

"I think she is!" "You think I am...?" "Oh. Natalia. I did not see you there." "Of course not. You were saying?" "You-you look like the older of the twin princesses from Alfheim. The realm of the Light Elves." "When is that picture from?!" "A week before she disappeared, or later." "Wow." 'How come I don't remember that picture? I have to ask Tasha,' she thought to herself.

"Hey." "Yes?", Natasha replied. "What was the last picture taken of us? Before coming to Midgard, that is." "Three days before we left." "Oh." "Why do you ask?" "Loki has a picture. He's figuring it out." "Do you want him to?" "I don't know. I sort of do, but I don't know what he'll do. If he'll send me back, then no. But he just has the knowledge, then he's welcome to know. We left for a reason." Little did they know that Loki was at the door listening, and he'd heard everything. "Nooo, you left for a reason. I left 'cause I wanted to follow you." "Doesn't matter. We're here now." "Anything else?" "No. Bye!" "Goodbye," Natasha said. "Natalia?", Loki asked, unsure. "Loki! How-how much of that did you hear?" "Don't hate me because of this, but all of it." "All of it!" "Yes. But I wouldn't send you back to Alfheim if you did not want me to. I've always wondered where you went to." "You won't send me back?" "No. You have your sister, and your whole life here. I wouldn't do that. I couldn't do that." "Then what do you want to do with me?" "I'd keep you here, if you'll allow me to. On a side note, why weren't you taught how to dance?" "I would have learned if I had stayed a few weeks longer." "Shouldn't I give up my throne for you?" "Goodness no! I'm still trying to lay low. But you do have other options," she said, hinting at what they both wanted. "Well..." "Are you afraid to ask me?" "Noo. Maybe. Yes, a bit. You-I've been wishing I could marry you for years." "What did you do when I left Alfheim?" "I was disheartened, but I had to keep going with my studies." "Interesting. How come me though?" "It was attraction at first sight." "Love at first sight?" "However it is said." At that she giggled to herself, causing him to look at her oddly. "What? I'm a girl. I do that." "You always have a serious attitude. You've never done that." "Not much anymore, but I have." "You've never shown this side of you before. Why?" "I don't know. I'm just not used to doing it. I'm also losing my memory of my life on Alfheim, and I can't explain it." "I can help you to fix that, if you want." "You would do that?" "I would. But I need your help in that." However, the forces that were taking her memory would be a greater surprise than they would ever think. "Do you have any idea who or what could be altering your memory?" "No, but I'm certain I can find out somehow." "They would never reveal themselves, not without asking for something first, and because we do not know who is after you, we don't know what they want from you. That could endanger you, and possibly me." "Point taken. But isn't there something I can do?" "Not yet."

"Within the next two days, she will lose all memory of her life as princess. Next week, she will lose all memory past the 5th year of her life!"

"Mortal years, Asgardian years...?"

"Elven years," Amora said with a smirk.

"That's even better. She won't be able to fight back, and we will both get what we want."

"My target won't come as easily, and will most likely will try to help her. We will need to work together to prevent that. Maybe even contain one before the plan is in effect so we stop them. "

"It would be my pleasure."

'You ok?", Loki asked Natalia, who had been losing her balance and acting weirdly all morning.

"I feel fine, but more memories are disappearing, and I'm having balance problems. I can't figure out what's wrong with me though."

"How far back can you remember?"

"Age... 138 in Elven years, I suppose." (A/N: This is age 23 here on Earth... Rough 6:1 ratio, Elven:Midgardian/Earthen, I checked my math.)

"Can it be reversed?", she asked.

"It depends on how severe it gets. But, at this rate, we may not have time to stop this from taking everything."

"Isn't there some way to stop it, even temporarily?"

"No, not that I am aware of," Loki replied. 'At least, not without using dark magic, which I'm forbidden from using,' he thought to himself.

"Who made a spell without a counterspell?"

"Dark magic spells have even darker counterspells."

"You're banned from using dark magic, aren't you?" He nodded.

"As much as I hate this, I've been studying dark magic since I was young, and could most likely perform the spell."

"You could perform the spell?"

"Yes. If I learn it, that is."

"We have the time, so what do we have to lose?"

A/N: Thanks for reading, not that it's over yet. The isolated quote is Loki seeing Natalia transform her appearance like she does in chapter one (he's been spying on her), and please R&R so I know if there's anyone reading. (Loki seems kinda OOC to me in this chapter. Thoughts?)Thanks for reading, not that it's over yet. The isolated quote is Loki seeing Natalia transform her appearance like she does in chapter one (he's been spying on her), and please R&R so I know if there's [anyone] reading. (Loki seems kinda OOC to me in this chapter. Thoughts?)