Back on Asgard, Heimdall awaited us.

"Thor is in the throne room along with the warriors four, my king."

He nodded and thanked Heimdall for his services. I offered him a strained smile as well. I couldn't say I wasn't scared, but I had to be strong for Loki. I didn't think he would be me otherwise.

"Greetings again." Thor nodded.

We nodded in return and walked to the library.

As we searched the old books for any way to get out of the prophecy, I felt the same, unearthly feeling I felt when that crazy light shit would happen with my eyes.

"Loki…." I warned. The pain returned, and my eyes began to glow gold.

"We must clear her of Asgard!" Thor warned.

Loki shook his head as he held my hand. "It's too late."

"What about the rest of the prophecy?" I asked, my eyes now white. It was all I could do. My hands were plastered out to the sides.

Loki and Thor thought before Loki spoke.

"We had one wrath…. And I already looked for the savior…. When this is done… you and I will no longer exist…" He held onto my hands.

"You have to leave." I told them both. Tears streamed down my eyes. The library was so beautiful… all of it. My last sight was Loki, his eyes on the brink of spilling over with tears. All I saw after that was a bright white light.

"Thor. Clear the people of the palace."

I assumed he nodded, for I felt a gust of wind. I flew up into the air, and pages and books began to fly. Loki was forced to let go of my hand.

Tears fell down my face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"

I felt the heat rising in me. It started to burn at the center of my core.

"No." Loki shook his head, as he cowered away from me. He tried to protect himself…. From me… "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you!"

I didn't understand. What was going on? "What?!"

I hoped that tears were also going down his face. "Why does this always happen?"

"What?! Loki, I don't understand!" I protested

"This is your destiny, Layla. This will always be your destiny!" He shouted.

In the midst of my confusion, I found a light. What was I? Was I a guardian? Was I human at all? Was I a goddess?

"I will see you again." He promised.

I didn't understand! I couldn't comprehend anything. The pain and the chaos filled my mind. "I- I lov-... who are you, again?"

Whiteness. One second of pain and then whiteness.

What was anything? What was life? What was darkness? I couldn't remember. What could I? Did I have a name? Was I living? What was the world? Did love exist? Did it really? What had happened? What did I know?

I awoke on Asgard.

What the actual fuck?

Why was I alive?

HOW?!

I sat up to find IV's in my arms. Arms? My skin was literally sewn together. My hands onto my arms. Skin on my arms. How was I alive? I assumed that's what I looked like all over. I was hideous. What had happened?

I ripped out the needles and taped over my wound. (Which probably wasn't smart, being as my skin was very delicate). I stood. But how? Was I dead?

I strolled Asgard's halls with little worry. The halls seemed to be barren of people. I walked into the throne room and hid behind a pillar. Thor was there.

Oh. That's when the pain registered. Loki was gone. I didn't even get to tell him goodbye. I didn't get to tell him I loved him. I felt where the stiches on my face were. The salt from my tears stung them once reached.

"You have to tell her." Thor spoke quietly.

Another voice answered. The voice was a dark as the night, but sly like a snake. "No I do not."

Thor answered. "No. You have to tell her."

It was Loki... but how?

How was any of this possible?!

"Must you get attached to all of them?"

Thor shook his head. "I don't understand how you don't. The illusions are but just, but they are you."

"I never said I'm didn't. It's not the different ones. It's her. I wait for the day she gets to stay."

I finally found my courage. I stepped into the light. "What's going on?"

They exchanged a concerned glance before strolling over to me. They seemed unharmed.

Loki sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. "We must talk."

I couldn't describe what it was, but he looked different, like he had not aged over the fulfillment of the prophecy. It made me like him more.

"What Loki has done to preserve his life is create life-like clones to take his place. After each death of a clone, a new one is created, and the true Loki remains in hiding until a clone is destroyed."

I shook my head in fury, as tears continued to fall. "What?"

His arms opened slightly. "I am the god of mischief. What did you expect?"

I backed away. "Where do I come into this?"

"There is only one constant, Layla. Each death is finished with one person. That is you. Though you might not look the same, or have the same name. You're always there. That's how you knew about Asgard and my name..." He sighed.

Thor nodded. "You're an Asgardian Goddess, though you must wait on Midgard until you are successful in the demise of my brother... I'm so sorry..."

My entire life was a lie? "What about my father? My mother?"

"After each re-uniting, your memory is wiped until this point..." Loki looked up at me apologetically.

"But... but I loved you..." I protested.

He looked away. "I never said I didn't feel the same, but Layla, you're the one thing I can never have."

I bit my lip until it bled. Not that I needed much help. It was stitched. "How am I alive?"

"The cosmos realize that the clone is just as it is, and grant you your life. After Loki dies, Odin has promised to find your soul and return you to Asagrd from Helheim." Thor informed.

I frowned, "But... but I don't want to forget. Everything is not as it seems."

Loki pushed himself off from where he leaned against a pillar. "Come here..."

I shook my head and started to run. "No. No please... I don't want to forget!"

I ran into something hard, yet soft. I was in Loki's arms.

"Sleep." He touched my cheek with his smooth hand and placed his fingertips on my temples.

I forgot everything. I forgot about Thor, Loki, everyone. I forgot about Asgard, about Helheim, about my love. It was okay, though. I knew it was for the best. I took a deep breath as Loki eased my mind... and I laid down the cares and the anger I had for the unfair world. It was all going to be okay. I was going to be alright.

Hello. My name is Aysel. I'm a senior in high school, and though Loki may not know, but I've kept a track of our adventures. I've written in journals of my own as Layla, even to the beginning as Lucille... but that was hundreds of years ago. I write until the point that I forget. The only one who hasn't much information is Layla. As I hear, she is one of the more recent. I don't know what happened during her time, but suddenly it makes me curious. He hasn't figured out that I know about my job. I plan to ask him a few questions. This time, I will get the real Loki.

There will not be any realm that he can run. There's not one Asgardian nor Valkyrie that can save him. I will fulfill my destiny and join the Aesir in the light of the sky.