LOKI

"Thor." I pound on the door repeatedly until he opens. His hair clung to his cheek where he had been lying, and the sleep was caked in his eyes.

"What is it brother?" Thor's voice is rigid and his eyes demanding.

"Thor, we must go to Asgard at once."

"We can't Loki. The bifrost is down."

"We could go in one of my secret entrances."

His eyes widen. "I thought they were only ways out..."

I roll my eyes as I shake my head. "They are doors; they go both ways."

"Wait." He holds out his hand, a small smile threatening to spread across his lips. "Why the sudden concern for Asgard?"

"I remember." I mumble knowing full well that he would make this into a big deal.

"What was that brother?"

"I remember okay? I remember that I fell in love with a woman who doesn't remember me and I remember the man who kicked me out of my own kingdom! Now we must get back. No more games."

His smile is wiped away, and my brother is ready for action. "Loki, we can't just go."

"Of course we can." I shake my head at his ignorance.

"Loki, what about Abigail."

My heart aches at her name. I shake my head again to eliminate the tears from forming. "She doesn't remember, what am I to do?"

"Make her remember. Just a little bit more time won't kill us. Just go talk to her."

"I just did." I snap, and he takes a step towards me. He carefully rests a hand on my shoulder.

"Try one last time brother." He then went back into his room, shutting the door behind him.

ABIGAIL

Since we arrived at Stark Towers yesterday, people have been trying to fill me in on the last year. It's completely overwhelming to listen to all the things that occurred, in which I have no recollection. The worst is that everyone keeps mentioning how much Loki loved me, and I him. They all keep saying how they hope we "work this out," like we had an argument or something.

When I look at him, I see none of this love.

That's why when he came to my room last night, I was worried.

"Loki." My mouth had twitched upward against my better judgment. "Everyone wondered where you disappeared to."

"I was waiting to speak with you." His green eyes were incredibly intense as they fixed upon me.

"Oh." My voice came out too quietly. "About what?" Nerves were controlling my body, and I was scared of his motives.

"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."

The worst possible scenario popped into my head, and I instantly backed away from him. "But what do you need me for?"

"I just want to talk to you."

I sighed and let him in the room. "Sure, sure. Come in."

He walked in a few times and then stopped suddenly.

"Loki?" He didn't even move. "Loki. Loki?" I waved my hands in front of his face. "Lokison?" I smile but he still doesn't move. "Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki." I keep saying his name, but nothing. "Thor!" I yell hopping that will piss him off. Nope. "Loki!"

He shakes his dark hair and his eyes fall on me. "Yes?" He asks like nothing is wrong.

"I called your name over a dozen times. Are you alright?" I raise an eyebrow.

He nods. "I remember."

"Remember?" I gasp. "All of it?" I slowly step towards him.

"Some. I remember talking to you in this room. I remember knowing that I was falling in love with you." He smiles, which causes me to smile. It's sweet. If it's true, why am I the only one who doesn't remember it? It's so frustrating. My pain is evident, and Loki's concerned face urges me to explain.

"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 my eyes.

Then he is gone again. I let him float around in the memories we are supposed to share.

"What is 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."

He stays in this memory, his eyes not focusing on me. He looks so peaceful, so happy. I don't think, I just reach out and cup his cheek. I had to know what he felt like, maybe it would help me remember.

Loki takes a step back against the door. I can tell he's remembering more.

"Loki?" I ask after a while. "What is it?" I whisper quietly.

"I have to go Abigail." He ran out of my room so quickly.

This is why I didn't want to remember. He remembered. He remembered that he loved me, and he still left me.

So, today I was doing something childish: hiding. I've been on the roof all morning, praying that no one will find me.

"There you are." Bruce came and sat next to me.

"Are you here to tell me how I lived a fairytale romance, and I need to "remember." I air quote and stress the remember, like it's something I could easily do.

"Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I'm fine Bruce."

"You're lying."

"No I'm n... Fine, I'm not okay. I'm frustrated. Why can't I remember? He does."

"We all have our own triggers. Your father's is you and Pepper. Mine is my temper. Loki's is you."

"Then what's mine? What's going to make me remember?" I cry and lean my heavy head on his shoulders.

"I don't know sweetie. I wish I could fix this for you." He laughs. "Maybe you forgot your husband so that you and I can finally be together."

I roll my eyes and laugh at his joke. "At least somethings don't change." I hug him.

"I'll never change. You never changed, you just grew. It'll happen soon. Don't worry sweetie." He presses a kiss into my hair and leaves me alone once more.