"Four days?! What the Helhiem did you do to me?!" You yelled at him objectively, widening your eyes. The fact that he had left you without that much energy was something that just pissed you off.

"I was trying to retrieve your memory. Obviously it didn't work." He responded with a calmness that bothered you. His eyes refused to meet yours however.

"And how did I change clothes?" You raised an eyebrow, asking a little more calmly, but the edge was still in your voice.

"There's a thing called magic, you should try it sometime." He visibly rolled his eyes, walking out of the small room and walking into another. You followed, furrowing your eyebrows.

"One more thing then. Where are we? I know, you said earth, but where?" You asked, fending off the anger that was buried there in your mind. Loki sighed, and spread his arms out wide, turning back to you as he walked backwards into the living room of the small apartment.

"This is my apartment. I stay here often when I am not on Asgard." He shrugged and put his arms down, turning back around to look for something. As he did, you noticed how low the jeans sat on his hips, and you looked away to avoid the butterflies in your stomach. "But I have to talk to you about something, (Y/n)." Curiously you nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?" You asked, playing with the hem of your tee.

"I don't know if you remember at all, but, we had kissed. One night, on Asgard, it was quite dark, and late, and I couldn't stop thinking about it since." Loki started, walking closer. "I'm drawn to you, (Y/n). I have wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you." He continued, continuing to walk closer until you were nose to nose. And this time, he spoke in a whisper. "I intend to make you mine."

His lips ghosted yours, before you closed the last few centimeters between your faces. His hands were on your waist almost immediately, pulling you closer, but everything froze around you. An image passed through your head, making the world spin. You were laying beside a breathless Loki, who's tired smile looked at you with a content expression on his face.

You both pulled away from the kiss simultaneously, though staying millimeters between each other.

"Did you...?" You started, and Loki nodded his head. In silent agreement, you both crashed your lips together again, and Loki drove your back into the nearest wall. Flashes, or rather, wisps of memory came and went, all of the same thing. Loki, lying beside you, chuckling softly, and you laughing along with him. You felt one of his hands roam up the front of your shirt to your stomach, groping at the tender flesh there for a moment before bringing his hands back to your lower abdomen. In one fluid motion he had you on your stomach towards the wall, kissing your neck with such skill that you hadn't even considered him having. This forced a small whine of pleasure from your lips, the sensation making you want more by the second.

You thought for a moment, in the short time that you had known each other, that this felt so... Familiar. You know for a fact that you hadn't done this with Loki anytime recently, but still it felt like Deja Vu. Regardless, his hands slipped up the back of your shirt, firmly holding your sides right at your hipbones. He turned you back around, and this time your lips collided even harder. You were angry, you were full of lust, and desire, and you just wanted to get rid of it all with Loki. Not that it was a bad thing, but it wasn't right.

"Stop." You said, pulling away and shaking your head. "I can't." You didn't want to. At least, not now. "I'm sorry."

Loki nodded respectfully, healing your hand and looking to the window. It was nightfall. Sleep.

You both had fallen asleep, though rather than apart, you were in each other's arms. Faint memories flew by in your mind, while you closed your eyes. Loki knew you were still awake though, and stroked your hair.

"It's late. You need to rest." He said, kissing your forehead and at his touch you felt sleepy, before falling completely under.

"Please don't leave me, (y/n)." Loki frowned softly, hugging you close to him. You were standing in the middle of the palace on Asgard, simply hugging.

"Loki, I must go. Alfhiem needs soldiers do defend our kingdom. I have to help." You told him sadly, inhaling his scent as you stayed there for a moment. Your next three words were muffled to your ears as the dream faded to white.

(Okay, this is pretty short, but I feel I get too repetitive, to I will write better to get some practice for myself. Until next chapter... Happy reading!)