I stood up, preparing to go back inside when I saw him.

"Loki." I looked up at the tall man; he wore a blank expression, and wished yet again that I could remember him, so that I could read him.

"Abigail." He takes a step closer. "I just need to talk to you."

"Okay." I sigh. "What's up?" I ask nonchalantly, though his tone is ever so serious.

"I'm sorry for rushing out last night, I just had to take care of something."

"That's alright." I look down at my shoes to hide my lie.

"No it wasn't. I just remembered it all, and I remembered the man, the one who did this to us, and I'm afraid of what he's doing to Asgard."

"You don't have to explain to me."

"Yes I do because you're my wife."

I take a step back, and shake my head. "No, I'm not."

His eyes register the weight of my words; I just punched him in the gut, and he doesn't seem to have the strength to get up.

"Loki, I told you I want to remember, I just don't. I can't. When I look at you, I feel something. I know it's not love, but maybe someday it could be. Maybe I just need to get to know you again. We have time, why don't we try to fix this? We can have a new story." I reach out and lightly touch his arm.

"Abigail." He can't look at me. His voice rings the pain he feels.

"I'm sorry Loki."

I begin to walk away when my wrist is caught. I'm twirled around and wrapped in his arms. With one hand on my cheek, he presses his lips to my own. I had the intention of fighting him, but then it felt so right. We stay tangled together for a while before he pulls back and rests his forehead on my own. He is smiling as he looks down at me.

"You remember?" He asks like he already knows the answer.

I'm silent for a few moments, just breathing, before I answer. "No."

He drops his hands. "Really?"

"Really." I say quietly and watch as his spirit is crushed. "I'm sorry."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's fine." And he storms off once more.

A few hours later, when I finally make it back to my room, I'm exhausted. My heart aches when I think of Loki, and he's all I can think about.

I flip the light on, and throw my shoes into the corner. I click on the computer and bring Jarvis alive.

"Hello Miss Stark, it's been a long time."

"I know buddy. Apparently I've been gone for a while."

"Where have you been Miss Stark?"

"Asgard." A picture in the corner of the screen catches my attention. "What is that Jarvis?" I touch the photo.

"This is you and Sir Loki Miss before he went back to Asgard. Were you visiting him?"

Tears well in my eyes as I study the photo; we looked so happy. "Please make the picture go away."

"Yes Miss Stark. Will you be needing anything else?"

"No Jarvis."

"Goodbye Miss Stark. I hope to talk to you soon."

"Me too."

I turn, ready to fall into my bed when my eyes are caught. On my bed lay a locket. I pick it up, and study the piece of jewelry. It was oddly familiar, so I slipped it around my neck. When I looked in the mirror, I was overwhelmed with images.

"This is your connection home. This represents the life you lived and the life you are beginning. So you can always remember us." My father's words echo as I see him put the locket around my neck the day Loki and I left for Asgard. I remember everything: from the day I met Loki until the day the unknown purple man entered our home and caused all this turmoil.

I still had so many questions, but as I touched the locket, I knew what I had to do.