We enter the strange contraption and Loki looks down at me. "You're going to have to hold on to me." He doesn't smirk like I would have guessed he would, but he did blush. Gently I wrap an arm around his waist and he clasps a hand on my arm to pull me in tighter.

The trip is quick, and suddenly I'm in my father's living room. He's on the couch reading a book, and his eyes grow when he sees me. He stands.

"Dad!" I run to him and throw my arms around him.

"Abby." He gasps. "What are you doing here?"

I take a step back and glance at him. "I live here."

His eyes widen. "No you don't. You live in Asgard."

"What?" I push him away and he looks at me curiously.

"Are you alright Abby?"

I shake my head violently. "No, I just woke up in Asgard, and I don't know how I got there, and now you're telling me I live there?"

He gently places a hand on my shoulder. "Abby, what happened? Don't you remember going to Asgard?"

"No." I say, tears forming in my eyes.

"So you don't remember why you left."

"No!" I say and step back into Loki. I glance at him quickly before moving away. Dad's face contorts in confusion.

"You don't remember either Loki?"

Loki's eyes widen. "I've never met your daughter before today Mr. Stark."

Tony's gasps, and takes a seat on the couch. "What happened to you two?"

"What are you talking about dad?"

His eyes fall over to a photo on the wall. I've never seen that there. I walk over to study it. It's me in a stunning white dress, next to Loki. Both of us smiling at each other. My father and Pepper stand on my left, and Thor and Jane stand beside Loki.

A sickening feeling forms in my stomach as I turn to face the mysterious man, who must not have always been mysterious.

"Then you don't remember the last time you came to Earth?"

A dry chuckle escapes my lips. "I don't remember leaving Earth."

"Loki, Abby. Sit down. I need to tell you a story."

And his tale begins. About a battle we had fought a year ago, when I met Loki. How he won the fight with Ultron and my heart. How he went back to Asgard, only to come back months later asking me to be marry him. His father passed away, and we became king and queen.

Then the story turned darker. Dad stopped hearing from me. Then all of a sudden Loki and I were in Australia demanding subjugation like Loki once did. Loki had figured out we were being controlled, and saved us. Then we were quickly taken back to Asgard.

That was last week. Something had happened in the last week that stole our memories. Stole our lives.

But what?