Hey guys! I don't know why its so hard for me to write lately, but I'm working on it. Sorry for not updating for so long. I hope you like the chapter! I just want to clarify, this story takes place in between season 1 and 2 of Agents of Shield. Its also after Thor: the Dark World, just thought you might need to know that after this chapter. I don't own any marvel characters, I'm just using them to do as I wish!

Sam

I kick the dark figure in the gut. It clutches at its stomach in pain, making a deep groaning sound. It's a tall, thin man. I take a few steps back holding my fists in the air. "Who the are you and what do you want?" I demand in my syrupy thick voice. I want information, and I will use my gift to get it. The man steps forward, closer into the light of a nearby street lamp. I can't quite see his face, but I do see a small smirk creep its way onto his mouth.

"You should know that trick won't work on me," he says knowingly. I furrow my brow, confused. There are hardly any people who aren't affected by the gift, and none of them should be here with me. They are forbidden to communicate me.

The man takes another step closer, and I tense. He may know me, but he's given me nothing to identify him by. The light is shining clearly on his face. I do know him. I can see his angular features. A devilish grin is growing on his face. His long black hair is slightly greasy, like it hasn't been washed in a while. I look straight into his vibrant, glassy blue eyes, desperate to confirm that he's the man I knew once upon a time. They shine brightly and kindly. Loki.

My arms fall to my sides and I relax a little. I stare at him for a few more seconds, trying to make absolutely sure it's him. I can feel tears grow in my eyes. It's been such a long time since I talked with anyone from home. My heart aches and I decide to let my emotions run free. I sling my arms around him, and let my silent tears fall into his chest. He hugs me back tightly, placing a hand on my head.

After a few moments like this I pull away. I wipe the tears from my eyes and bury my emotions once again. With a shaky voice I say, "You aren't supposed to be here. I can't be in contact with anyone from Asgard."

Loki quickly replies, "Not anymore," in a sturdy English accent. His smirk is replaced by a gentle smile. "Sygin, your sentence has been lifted. I was sent to retrieve you."

His words pass over me. I don't realize what he said may be real. It sounds too good be true. When I finally accept it, I grow confused. I don't understand. I was sent to Earth for 338 years. I haven't lived out even half the sentence, what could have changed? How could I be allowed to return so soon?

He decides to ignore my confusion, because Loki motions for me to follow him to a nice SUV parked by my dumpy car. He must have brought it here somehow. While we walk he says, "Before we continue this conversation, perhaps we should find an inn for you to rest in. You look like you haven't slept in days." I nod. I have so many unanswered questions, but my body is about to give out. I just woke up from a coma 2 days ago. I have absolutely no muscle and no endurance. Staying awake for this long is hardly healthy.

We both get in the car. The seats are made of soft black leather and dim blue lights shine on the inside. Loki is stiff in his seat. I laugh a little. "It'll be just fine. I'm a perfectly safe driver."

He frowns. "Why are you talking like that?"

I hadn't even noticed. I'm so used to talking with an American accent, that I didn't even realize I was doing it. I mentally adjust my speech before talking, "I've been trying to fit in with these people for so long. I didn't notice I was doing it." Halfway through the sentence I snap back into an old English-sounding accent. It feels weird on my tongue, but I try to keep in mind that eventually it will sound normal, like all the other accents do. Loki accepts the answer, but it looks like something changed in his demeanor. Maybe he thought that the time I was forced to spend on Earth wouldn't change me. It has.

I put it out of my mind, and change the subject. "How is my family?"

He perks up a little. "They are doing very well. Your father was promoted to primary defense captain. He was made aware of your return this morning." Loki smiles genuinely. "They're making preparations for your return as we speak."

"When do we leave?" I ask excitedly. "There are a few things I'd like to collect first."

Loki's face grows darker. He tries to cover it with a smile, but I can see something hiding. "Your return isn't scheduled until 2 weeks from now. I was hoping you could show me your favorite places on Midgard before we leave."

"Isn't that against the word of Odin?" At the mention of his father's name, I see Loki shift uncomfortably. There is something he isn't telling me. I let it go, if he has something to say, he'll tell me when he feels he should.

"Odin has changed much since you were banished." Before I left, interfering in the affairs of Midgard was punishable by death. I have too many questions to count. I've just been away from my home for too long.

We sit in silence for a short while before I find a small Marriott hotel. I pull into the parking lot, and park the car by the back door just in case S.H.I.E.L.D decides to surprise me with a visit. Not that they can do anything, I'm no longer bound by Midgard's rules, but I promised myself I wouldn't hurt humans a long time ago.

I take the keys out of the car. Its quiet hum is silenced. "I don't have any money. We're going to have to use magic on these people." I shudder at the thought. Before I lost my memory, I didn't use my powers unless it was absolutely necessary. I don't like to think that I'm taking people will away from them. Now, it seems like I'm using magic for the fun of it.

I look at his outfit for the first time. Its casual Asgardian attire, of course made up of green and gold. It would be normal if we were on Asgard, but here it looks too odd. "Maybe you should change your clothes before we go in," I offer.

"Oh, right." He looks down at his clothes and a golden shimmer washes over them. He's now wearing a green t-shirt and jeans. "Will this do?"

I nod. He shouldn't know what midgardian clothes look like. The only way he could is if he'd been on earth recently, and there's no way that's happened. Right? I know Thor's been on earth lately. Maybe he told Loki about some of Earth's customs. I try to convince myself that it must be true, but I feel like I'm overlooking something. The sooner we sit down and talk, the better.

We briskly walk to the lobby of the hotel. There's a stern-looking middle aged man at the front desk working the night shift. I don't see anyone else. I loop my arm around Loki's and whisper, "Follow my lead." I walk through the front doors of the lobby giggling. Showing people something believable makes them more susceptible to magic. "Hi!" I say giddily to the man. "We just got off a plane from Washington. We're on our way to Europe for our honeymoon, but apparently our next flight is at 4 in the afternoon, not 4 in the morning," He looks uninterested, but that's better than skeptical. Magic shouldn't be a problem at this point. I sweeten my voice with it, "Could you give us both a room with 2 queen sized beds without charge? We'll only be staying here until noon tomorrow."

His face relaxes and his eyes go blank, "Of course." He types a few things into his computer and, after a few seconds, hands us two key cards. "Enjoy your stay," He says plainly.

I smile and we begin to walk to the room. When we're out of earshot of anyone who could hear us, Loki asks, "What's a honeymoon?"

I smile. "Nothing. It's just a Midgard thing."

We finally get to the room and I throw the keys on the dresser. "I call this one." I half fall half jump on the bed closest to the window.

Loki speaks softly, "Sleep well. I'll be here if you need anything."

I almost immediately drift off into a dream.

So this was a pretty revealing chapter, I hope this wasn't too predictable. The next chapter will be from Skye's perspective. Hope you like it!