LOKI
I waited until nightfall to emerge from my room. The team had found their way to their respective corners, and I made my way to the one person I need to speak with.
I knocked carefully, and waited for her to open. It seemed like forever before she finally stood before me.
"Loki." She almost smiles. "Everyone wondered where you disappeared to."
"I was waiting to speak with you."
"Oh." She says softly. "About what?" I can tell by the edge in her voice that she is nervous. She doesn't want to be sucked into another uncomfortable situation.
"Listen, I understand that you may not want your memories back, and I can understand why. But please, help me. I keep getting this blips of interactions between us. Banner confirmed that they happened. So my memory is coming back, I just need a little assistance."
"But what do you need me for?" She questions as she takes a miniscule step backwards.
"I just want to talk to you."
A soft sigh escapes her perfect lips. "Sure, sure." She opens her door wider and ushers me in. Come in."
Entering the room causes a flash. Her with her hair tied up a loose bun, and looking at me with sleepy eyes. We've been in this room together before. We talked about our mothers here. We talked about Asgard here.
"Have you ever wanted anything more than a crown? Like a family?" The words are spoken in my head as if they were spoken from her mouth directly. I remember when she said them. I remember knowing in that moment that I was falling in love with her, and she was the one thing I wanted more than a crown.
"Loki!" I shake my head and focus on the woman that stood, bewildered, before me.
"Yes?"
Her eyes widen. "I called your name over a dozen times. Are you alright?" She raises an eyebrow in wonder.
I nod. "I remember."
"Remember?" She gasps. "All of it?" Carefully, she takes a step towards me.
"Some. I remember talking to you in this room. I remember knowing that I was falling in love with you." I smile slightly, and she does too. Then, suddenly, she looks sad again.
"I wish I could remember. I know I said maybe it was best if I didn't, but I hate missing so much. I hate not remembering anything from the last year. Natasha hugged me tonight like we were best friends. We have barley exchanged five words before, and they were not kind words. At least not in my memory." Light tears form in her beautiful eyes, and I'm tempted to reach out and brush them away when they fall.
Now I'm back at the Stark household. The Avengers are there, and all lined up in front of the door. Everyone is hugging us, more they are hugging Abigail and waving to me. Everyone is sad, and Abigail is crying. I hear the words that must have been spoken at a different time.
"I liked you. I thought we were going to be friends."
"What is it Loki? What are you remembering?"
"Natasha wanted to be your friend. She said so when she was saying goodbye. It must have been when we were leaving for Asgard."
I'm still stuck in the Stark home watching the goodbye procession, and I don't have time to prepare for her touch. But it came anyway. Her hand was covering my cheek and it's warmth spread all the way to my toes.
And just like that, I see it all: the day I met her, the "family" dinner, the night I kissed her, the battle when I saved her life, having to go back to Asgard, coming back to get her, saying goodbye to all her loved ones, and marrying her. Then I remembered the man. He had demanded we take over the world, and then cast a spell on us to ensure we followed through. When I broke us from the curse, he stole our memories.
But I remembered.
But what of Asgard? Had it fallen to his powers? I had to get back.
"Loki, what is it?"
"I have to go Abigail." I ran from the room before it registered what broke the curse last time.
I should have kissed her.