I sat on my bed, taking in all the familiarity it held: the bookshelf stacked to the brim, my laptop sat on my desk, and my closet filled with clothing. It looked as if I never left, how could he say that I left?
Exhausted, I fell upon the plush sheets and curled up against a pillow. The calendar in the kitchen said it was a year later than the one in my room. I'm missing an entire year of my life, when I fell in love and moved away, and apparently when I tried to take over the world. I married a villain? There were too many questions battering inside my mind that I was becoming sick.
I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to a slight knock.
"Come in." I mumbled as I pushed my curls out of my eyes and sat up.
"Abby?" Dad quietly entered the room. "Are you okay?"
I try to nod, but my head fails to obey. I shake it, allowing my confusion to fall in his hands. "I don't understand anything dad."
"I know you don't Abs, I don't really either. Last week, when we went to stop you and Loki, neither of you were acting yourself. After it was over, Loki told us what had happened. Some man had come to the palace and demanded you two take over Earth. When you refused, he doused you in some mist that must have been used to control your mind. That is all he told us before you guys were taken back to Asgard, I presume by that man. Thor tried to take us there, but the bifrost wouldn't open."
I shake my head. "Dad, this is too much."
"I'm sure it is sweetie, but we have to figure out what's going on. We have to get you to remember."
"What if I don't want to remember?" I yell, and stand up. Dad's eyes widen at my outburst.
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because you're telling me I married that man." I point outside the door. "That man that tried to kill you once, don't you remember? Then I became evil and tried to take over the world? That does exactly sound like the fairy tale every girl dreams of having. Maybe this was our chance to start over? Obviously we aren't good together!"
Dad's face falls in sadness. "Why would you say that?"
"We hurt people daddy." I whisper.
"You saw the videos." He looks over at my computer.
"I had to see if what you said was true." Pain escapes in my voice as I think of the man whose knees Loki broke. "Maybe us being together is what turned him back to that life."
"Abby..." Dad reaches out to me, but I pull away from his touch.
"I can't right now dad, I just need..." I shake my head and leave the room.
In the living room I found Loki watching something on the television. I peek at the screen and see that it's a video of us. We were laughing on our wedding day. His eyes are glued to the screen with a strange intensity.
"Loki?" I ask softly, and his attention is quickly turned to me. "Are you alright?"
I study his facial features and his attire. There was no denying his beauty, or the knots in my stomach, but that wasn't love.
"That's not your mother is it?" He nods at the screen where Pepper is rolling her eyes at a joke my dad made.
"No." Quietly, I sit a respectable distance from him. "My mother passed away a few years ago."
"I'm very sorry." He looks down, like he's ashamed he asked. For a while we are silent. "I also lost my mother." He says in a hushed tone.
"I'm sorry Loki." He looks up at me with pain in his eyes.
"What happened to us?" His voice begs in desperation.
I shake my head. "I don't know."
"I feel something." He makes a hand motion between us. "Do you? I know that there is something familiar about you. I know you. It's not just because of what your father said, but I genuinely feel like you and I have something." Loki looks so hopeful. He lays one of his hands close to me, and I carefully slide away from him.
"Look, Loki, I know that you and I have this whole life together that we can't remember, but that's just it. I can't remember. I don't feel this incredible force like I know you or anything." My heart beats a little faster as his face falls and he looks defeated. I guess I'm afraid of what he'll do to my rejection. "I'm sorry."
He shakes his head. "It's fine." And he walks out of the room leaving it feeling suddenly very dark and very cold.