The Avengers instantly tensed, their body muscles visually flexing.

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Natasha asked, stagnant.

"Because I just got told from Maria right now!" Fury exclaimed. "Whoever that Amora person was, she's attacking the carrier and everyone inside. We need to leave. Now."

"But what about Amara?" Steve asked. "We can't just leave her here!"

"She will be surrounded by 6 gods! This is the safest place she could be. Now get your ass in gear and let's move, soldier!"

Fury swiftly left the premises, with everyone trailing him, except Steven.

Oh, why can't he just leave? I thought frustrated. But the frustration quickly subsided as Amara placed a hand on my arm.

Shhh, remember who he is to me. She hesitated. Or don't. We don't want what happened last time to recur right now.

I growled, but kept my mouth shut. We stared back at him, with defeat and want written on his face.

"Steve…"

He shook his head. "It's okay. I know." And with that, he left.

The cavern was silent for a moment, with Amara holding back emotions. I could tell, her mind was trying to close itself, but a small piece of sadness always slipped out.

"Shall we move on with the bodies?" Asked Forseti.

We nodded. The Chairmen stood, and the top of the cavern opened. We looked up and the moon was full, shining brightly above us.

"Step forward."

We did so. Saga then raised her hand, turning it in circles, as if wrapping the moon's rays around it. In fact, that is exactly what she was doing. The others copied her, turning their hands in circles. I heard a small gasp, and looked beside me.

Amara was staring at them all in awe, taking in the sight. The moon rays mixing with their magic, the blue-white rays whisking and glittering across the air. She smiled slightly, wonder and astonishment dancing across her face. At this time, I began to remember that she is just a mortal. She is not a sorcerer, an immortal being. She is Amara, the Midgardian. How could I have possibly forgotten?

The rays in the Chairmen's hands started forming a body, mine by assumption. The features came out, and then it was done. Amara gazed, wide-eyed, then looked away.

"Uhm, he's- you're- Loki?"

"Here is your body, Loki." Forseti said. "It is only temporary that you stay in this body, until you can find another vessel."

I bowed. "Thank you again, Chairmen."

"Loki?"

I raised an eyebrow.

Do you think, if it's not, you know, too difficult to ask, but could you…?

I smirked. Uncomfortable?

Oh, just ask them! Oh, and then ask them….

I sighed, then slightly laughed.

"Chairmen, if there is no quandary for me asking this, then would you clothe my vessel? My attached does not seem to like the view of my body bare and exposed. And also…"

*Ghost*

The Chairmen clothed my body with human clothing (much to my dismay, and to the amusement of the Chairmen). Then, the final part began.

"Loki, place your hand upon Amara's head, and you, Amara, to Loki's"

We did so. Amara shivered.

Will it hurt?

I was caught aback. She sounded so… small, and scared.

I'm not scared!

I smiled. Ah, you say this, but your eyes are deceiving you.

Amara furrowed her eyes, but did not deny this. I raised my other hand and placed it on the side of her face.

No, it will not hurt.

Amara nodded.

"Now place your other hand on each other's chest. Close to the heart, but not directly upon it."

I did so and as Amara placed her hand, I felt my heart jump. She tried holding back a smile, but in vain.

Saga then raised her hand, but before she did so, I had to ask her one question.

"Lady Saga. May I ask another favor?"

She stopped. "Go on."

As I asked the question, I looked directly at Amara, not breaking my eye contact. Her eyes, both brown and blue, stared back, questioningly. "May you give Amara her memory back?"

Amara's eyes revealed her shock, but she made no other movements.

Saga nodded. "I knew this question would be asked, but I cannot do this. She has no memories to give back. All of her memories are with her, she has not forgotten anything."

Amara spoke up. "But in the carrier…"

"That is your first memory. There were no memories before that. This is all you have."

Amara bit her lip.

"Why is it that she has no memories?"

"Her arm. She does not have any memories because her birth was an accident. The mark symbolizes her parents not wanting her to remember them, or of her past life."

"So they literally took my memories away from me?"

"Yes. They did not want you to know them, and from the shape of the mark, they did not want to remember you, either."

Amara sighed, not in sadness, but acceptance. "I understand."

I felt suddenly empty. I wanted to give something back to her, but I could not.

It's alright. Don't beat yourself up about it.

I looked up, and she smiled a little. I've been getting better at reading your emotions.

I do not-

Uh huh, I know. She patted my chest. I know.

Saga raised her hand. My vessel drifted down, and the moon rays started circling us. Along with Saga's magic, the light was spinning round us fast. Amara had her eyes forcedly closed, her hands clutching my head and chest. I pulled her close, and fastened my arms around her. Her arms wrapped around me, and I instantly felt her warmth. We knelt to the floor as the speed of the magic around us increased. Then, the tugging. Something was pulling at me, and at Amara. The embrace separated, and I felt myself thrashed to the wall.

Silence.