A/N: I apologize my lovely fans. My Great Grandfather died, and so I went to Wyoming to attend his funeral, and so A) I couldn't think of any new ideas and B) I was really busy as well. So, really, I'm sorry. I still have a bit of writers block so it still might be later…. :x I'll really try to update this week but I have so much to catch up on because of my trip.

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Amora

Loki.

His name is burned into my brain with rage. Thanos would not be happy with our failure, my credibility with him must stand firm or else I may end up in Loki's place.

"If you dare to fail me as well, you will compensate for both the Trickster's and your own mistakes. Do not think that you can escape my wrath, little witch, and may you be certain my wrath will leave Death begging for your imminent extinction."

Thanos' voice pierces through my memory and I slam my fist against the desk in frustration.

He would be CAPTURED already and taken if it weren't for that giant green monstrosity. And that annoying Shadow Keeper kept distracting me from Loki, that little….

"Shadow Keeper?" I say aloud, surprised by my own lack of previous comprehension. "Skurge dear, there was a Shadow Keeper amongst the Avengers' forces."

Skurge looked up from sharpening his battle axe. "I was waiting for you to bring that up, actually. I was not sure you had noticed or not."

Stupid brute, sometimes it is not even worth keeping him around.

"I had not actually, that is why I was bringing it up." I rub my temples slowly in agitation.

"Oh, well, Amora, there was a Shadow Keeper among the Avenger's today."

"How in Valhalla did one even manage to survive?" I ask mostly myself and start to pace.

"When they were con-…"

"Hush Skurge, I'm thinking." I interrupt him, picturing his mouth being sewn shut just as the God of Mischief's was.

"But Amora I-" Skurge tries again and I stop pacing to glare at him.

"I said be quiet! I am trying to think!" When silence was the only thing to answer, I began pacing again.

I begin to think aloud and Skurge just continues sharpening his battle axe, looking up at me time after time.

"Some say that Shadow Keeper's still exist… But as lost souls, The Empty Ones. How could one have gotten to Midgard. Unless.. There may be a secret colony of them. Oh how please Thanos would be if I-"

"Amora" Skurge interjects, sighing when I glare at him again. "When they were conquered, a few of them were kept to service Thanos, but he soon got bored of them when they became The Empty Ones. He sold the remaining few but they do not last long away from their land. I do not know how one has managed to survive."

I hesitate before answering, contemplating what we shall do with the new problem.

"Then we shall find out, my dear." Skurge catches my eyes and I catch the glint of his need for battle, and also, his willingness to follow me to the ends of Yggdrasil. I smile at the thought.

Loki

It is strange, but I do not wish this moment to end. Charlotte's very essence is overwhelming, and if I had the power to stop time, I would not hesitate to do so, yet I know it will end as soon as she awakens. Her sleeping form is curled against my chest, my arms around her, and her feet are tucked between mine to keep them warm. Charlotte's hair is slightly askew, but that just adds to my current adoration. I cannot drag my gaze away from her peaceful face. I do not understand what is occurring between us, nor how it is happening, but I feel it. It is not love, nor is it lust, but need. Need for another to understand and to empathize. To empathize what it is to have a label stamped upon your very existence.

My thoughts wander back to the previous night and Charlotte's past begins to intrigue me even more. She is not a common Shadow Keeper, that is for certain, however I am not quite sure how she is alive. Thanos did indeed sell the remaining off, but that was further back than when Charlotte was… Created? Not only that, but she could not survive without her home land.

Charlotte stirs beside me and I look down at her fondly. Her viridian green eyes open slowly and find my face. I smile at her and pull her closer. The Shadow Keeper begins to snuggle closer to me, hiding her face in my chest, when suddenly she jolts upwards, a bright blush painting her cheeks.

"Oh my GOD!" She squeals, "I am so sorry about last night, usually I'm nothing like that, I swear. I don't know what came over me, I mean you didn't want to hear all of that or get my tears all over you… And possibly snot. You really didn't have to stay either, I know how bothersome that must have been. I'll just let you leave and stuff, because you probably have a load of things to do. Wait, what kinds of things do you do when on Earth? Never mind, you don't have to tell me. I'm so sorry. Really I'll let you leave. Sorry. I can't believe I did that." Charlotte begins to move away from me while the blush keeps getting more and more prominent.

I narrow my eyes at her as she moves away from me. "Yes, well you didn't exactly give me an opportunity to leave."

I see a glimpse of hurt in Charlotte's eyes and can nearly see the walls that were demolished last night instantly rebuilt in front of me. I feel regret course through me but keep my face a mask of indifference. I gaze through her window carelessly as she leaves the bed, walking toward her closet.

"Right. Well, feel free to leave then. I'm not going to keep you any longer your highness. Sorry for wasting your time."

I soften my gaze and am about to apologize in response, but I feel a presence outside of the door and I conceal myself, feeling slight anguish at my less than admirable social reflexes.

Charlotte

I turn around and see Loki has disappeared. Again. I don't blame him though, even if I'm slightly disappointed. I slobbed all over him all night.

Poor guy. I think to myself, but then I remember what a jerk he can be and roll my eyes. I need to get myself together. No way can I keep going on like this.

I sigh loudly when there is a single knock at my door and I hear it opening. Seriously, is my room like the main party event or something?

"Charlie, sorry but we gotta go, Hufflepuff is back with her Dementor, so we're up. Be down in ten, I have to go get the others." Stark says abruptly, leaving as quickly as he came. I sigh again and pull clothes from my closet and get dressed: cloudy blue shirt, black shorts, long gray socks, and black boots. I find my gun holster and attach it to my thigh, tie my hair up, and look in the mirror. My reflection gazes back at me and I feel a moment of sadness. I can feel myself wishing to be with Loki again, but then I realize how stupid that sounds, and turn away, heading for the door.

Well, here we go again. I think as I head down stairs.