When I woke up the next morning the sun shined in my face and the birds sung a beautiful lullaby that reminded me of home….my home on earth...the home I had abandoned in a blink of an eye for some stranger that claimed he knew me. Great, I've been awake for just about a few minutes and already doubted everything again. To be fair, I wasn't really sure if staying here was the best idea. What was I to do anyway since Loki was locked up by Odin and there was basically no chance of getting him out?
I decided I wanted to go and see him to find out what he had to say about my past that he so hard tried to keep from me.
It was easier to find my way this time and I found the prison cells a lot faster than last time. I slowly approached Loki's' cell and saw him on the floor reading a book.
"Hello Midgardian." he said before I had the chance to sneak up to him. "What brings you by this time? I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to have any visitors." he said a bit grumpy.
"Good to see you too Asgardian, sorry, "god of mischief"." I said and smiled and him which got him to lay down his book and look up at me. There was something about him that just felt so familiar and his presence felt so right yet wrong.
"You seem in thoughts, what is it that bothers you so much?" he slowly got up to my level and stared directly into my eyes.
"Thor told me about what happened to me. About the battle we fought and lost and how it was his fault...it that why you tried to fight him? And how does all this add up to me not remembering any of these things?" Without realising a silent tear went down my right cheek and I quickly wiped it away hoping we wouldn't see it but of course he did and he gave me a warm smile of comfort which actually made me feel slightly better.
"I really wish I had answers for you because I want to know everything as much as you do. All I can say is that I'm sorry to have stirred up your life completely and made things worse for you." He turned away and walked towards his bed that was aligned to the bed.
"What should I do Loki? I feel lost..." I said another tear running down my face but this time I let it take its course.
"I can't answer that for you either Frey,,,Rebecca. Maybe it would be best to go back to Midgard and forget all of this ever happened."
I knew it probably hurt him to say that since I played a bigger part in his life, or more his past than he did in mine, at least for what I could remember.
"I will never forget you Loki of Asgard." I couldn't wait for his response because I heard steps from the stairs and the timing was right since I couldn't stop crying for some reason. I ran up the stairs, almost bumped into a confused Thor and just kept going. I didn't stop until I reached the rainbow bridge. I slowed down, took a long look back at the beauty of the palace and turned around, walking towards the odd building that we had arrived in.
A guy named Heimdall was standing in the middle of the room holding a sword that seemed almost as tall as me.
"I assume you wish to go back to your second home?"
"Yes" I slowly replied.
"Very well then, step over there if you've made up your mind"
I slowly made my way over the the spot he pointed over to and before I realised it the the whole room around me began to spin faster and faster and then a beam appeared that literally sucked my in. When we all went to Asgard a few days ago all I could see was different colours but this time it was different. This time I saw flashes, images of a what seemed like a battle...was it the battle I was apparently involved in? And then I didn't just see things, I heard screams, and weapons colliding. in the distance I can make out what sounded like Loki's' voice screaming "nooo" before everything went black and I found myself surrounded by trees, recognizing the old ruins near where I lived.
I wish I could've gone back just to see more of what seemed to be my forgotten past but there I was, alone on earth again even more lost than before.
I slowly and with heavy steps made my way back home and as soon as I opened the door I was greeted with concerned looks from my roommate and got questioned about my whereabouts but I was too exhausted so I just went to my room and as soon as I closed my door I sunk to the floor crying. I felt the weight of the last few days on my shoulders and it was a lot…
I made my way to the bed and cried myself to sleep hoping everything would be better tomorrow. The only thing that was indeed certain was that my story was far away from over.