Hello, Sophie here, I feel like I really should post something before anyone reads the next chapter. I'm going to try and be clear about a decision I made about the character we all know is Loki. He obviously has amnesia and so would not be named Loki. I decided to name him Tom after the actor who plays Loki. To me, if Loki is human(or thinks he's human) and has no memories or baggage from his life, he's no longer Loki, he's Tom Hiddleston because everything that made Loki who he was is gone and what you are left with is only the physical which is the actor playing the character. That is just my opinion on things like this. He won't be Tom Hiddleston, obviously, and I'm not trying to make the character Tom Hiddleston, but he shares the same first name because that is how I identify the character. I probably am not making any sense so if I confused anyone, just ignore this.

Part Two

Charlie considered the man laying in bed in the too-small pajamas. The man had an air about him that fairly reeked of a certain elegance and his confused green eyes were piercing in their pleading for understanding.

Charlie took a step closer to the man, "Do you remember anything?"

The dark haired man brought one hand to run it through his already disheveled hair which only served to further emphasize his curls, "I remember... only feelings. Wherever I was before. I was alone. But that's it."

Charlie nodded, "Alright, my friends are downstairs. I need to see them off back to the guest house. I'll be back in a few minutes." Charlie again nodded in what he hoped was a reassuring way. They man had a decidedly broken look on his face as he tried to think.

Charlie left the room and went downstairs. Meyer and Joe were seated in the drawing room and they both looked up as he entered but he spoke first, "He woke up."

Joe made a cross over his chest, "How is that possible? I saw him in the woods, he looked like an over cooked steak."

Charlie walked to them and motioned for them to come close to him, "He can't remember anything. Not his name or where he came from but he's got an accent: English, maybe."

His companions looked between one another as if trying to make sense of the situation and Charlie made a decision, "Now, Joe, you know your like a brother to me and Meyer, you and I have been partners for a long time."

The two of them nodded but seemed dubious about the direction of the conversation, "This guy is special, in ways I don't know yet but he will be a great asset to me. So in order to protect my new asset, I need you two to give me your word that you won't breathe a word about what you saw here tonight. To anyone. Ever. Or I'll make sure it's the last secret you share with anyone. We found him injured int eh woods and now he doesn't remember anything and we're being good citizens helping him out. Am I clear?"

Joe swallowed nervously but nodded and Meyer merely said, "Ya know I'd never rat on you."

Charlie smiled, "Good man."

The three talked a few minutes longer getting the story straight before Charlie walked them both out. He watched them walk away before closing the door and heading back up his guest. Charlie knocked before opening the door slowly. The green eyed man was standing bare foot looking out the window towards the golf course that bordered Charlie's property.

Upon spying Charlie, the man turned to face him, "Um, was I found in..." he gestured to the blue silk bedclothes.

Charlie chuckled, "No, you were wearing something else but it was shredded and dirty beyond repair so we disposed of it and I gave you some of my pajamas. Sorry they're too small. We'll go into town and I'll get you something else tomorrow."

Charlie looked at him consideringly, "I thank you for your hospitality, but I don't want to impose on you."

Charlie wouldn't be lying if he said that he was fine with this man imposing on him as much as the other wanted but he did not dare voice his thoughts. He cleared his throat, "Don't let it bother you on bit. I'm doin' real well for myself."

The man blinked at him but said nothing else on the subject so Charlie instead said, "Look, it's getting late, and we both could use some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

The taller man nodded before looking around and Charlie turned to walk out the door.

Charlie almost missed the voice it was so soft, "Wait."

The Sicilian turned back to his guest, "What is it?"

The green eyed man pointed to the lighted sconces on the wall over the bed that lit up the room, "How do I turn these off?"

Charlie was sure his bafflement was showing on his face. Sure electricity was relatively new only being widely used in the last 15 or 20 years but Charlie had yet to meet anyone who didn't know how to use a light switch. But he walked to the doorway and reached over and flicked the switch a few times demonstrating how it worked. His guest was quickly by his side and Charlie had to stop himself from taking a step back.

Pale fingers reached for the switch and he practiced it a few times himself and Charlie was struck by the wonder on his face and in his voice, "Fascinating."

Where the hell was this guy from?

"Right. So I'll see you in the morning, alright?"

The man was still staring at the switch but absently responded, "Of course."

And with that Charlie exited the room and closed the door behind him but he couldn't resist looking over his shoulder and laughing to himself as the light that shone under the door turned on and off multiple times.

His mirth died, however when he entered his own room and shut the door. The clothing and armor laid as he'd left them on his bed as well as the overstuffed rucksack. Charlie wasn't really sure why he hadn't told his house guest what had really happened. Perhaps he himself still didn't believe it. It seemed like something out of a dime novel serial. A man falling from the sky wearing fantastical armor who had injuries that would have killed a normal person but had healed of them within a few hours.

Charlie pulled an empty trunk from his closet and dragged it over so it sat beside the bed and opened it. He stood over the clothing and marveled at anyone wearing it for any length of time. That much leather and heavy cloth would be more than uncomfortably hot, in his estimation and as he lifted it to put it in the trunk he noted the entire ensemble was quite heavy as well. He dropped it into the trunk and then turned back to the rucksack. There were two silvery-gold pointed tips sticking up from the opening and Charlie loosened the drawstring to get a better look at what ever it was.

His eyes widened as the item was revealed. He turned it in his hands a few times marveling at what had to be a helmet but it was unlike any helmet he's ever seen before. Satanic looking horns protruded from the front and curved backwards and down. And it was heavy. At least 20 or 30 pounds of solid metal. How anyone carried this on their head was beyond him. The helmet was obviously part of the stranger's ensemble as it sported the same inlaid designs that were found on the metal parts of the man's clothing. Charlie went to lay the helmet into the trunk as well but his yes was caught buy something on the armor. He set the helmet to the side and pulled out what he assumed was the breastplate part of the armor and saw two discs inset into the metal.

What caught his eye though, was what was inlaid into the discs. Two symbols, one on either disc presented other questions to him. One was the same as the pendant that hung around the stranger's neck. An odd triangle shape that looked almost Celtic in design with the weaving of lines to form the shape, though the points curved to the left so it was not quite a triangle. The other design was more sinister, he supposed. Two snakes entangled together eating the tails of the other. He had no idea what it meant so he just placed the whole thing back into the trunk and closed the lid. He set the lock on it as well. Charlie did not want anyone to see any of this.