Hello, Sophie here! Going into this, I know there might be some confusion over Loki's name. I'm just going to come out and say that yes, I did get the name from the actor but this isn't RPS. This is still Loki but I did base some his personality on what I've seen of Tom Hiddleston and it's just easier for me to refer to Human-Loki as Tom. Nothing more complicated than that. :3

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Part Three

Charlie awoke the next morning feeling tired. He'd not slept much the night before, his thoughts in a constant state of flux over the man sharing his house. Charlie sat up before he got out of bed and put on his robe. The clock in the corner showed it to be 9am which meant Meyer and Joe wouldn't be up for another hour at least but Charlie was hungry so he made his way downstairs to get something from the kitchen. He came around the bannister and crossed the hall entering into the main living room.

Charlie was gratified that he didn't yelp when a dark head turned to face him over the back of the sofa, "Oh you scared me. I just wasn't expecting anyone in here."

The man looked crestfallen, "I can leave if you would prefer-"

Charlie immediately interrupted the green eyed man, "No-No, you stay where you are. I'm just going to grab a danish from the kitchen. Would you like one?"

Again, the familiar confused look passed over the man's face, "Yes?"

Charlie smiled as the answer came out as more of a question but he turned and walked to the kitchen anyway. He grabbed a few plates and pulled two danish pastries from the bread box. He and the boys had picked them up from Montabella yesterday since they hadn't planned to go back to town till tomorrow but Charlie wasn't unhappy that his plans had changed.

He went back into the living room carrying the sticky breakfast. The man had been holding a book but he closed it and set it down on the side table and took the plate as it was handed to him. Charlie sat down beside his guest and watched as the man examined the pastry before lifting it and taking a bite. Charlie started eating his own and was taken aback by the marked pleasure on the other man's face.

"Have you never had a danish before?"

"I-I think I may have had some sort of pastry before, but this is not like anything I think I've ever tasted. It's... sweet."

Charlie was finding that he was just as confused as the green-eyed man only for other reasons. It's like this man was from the dark ages or something.

"So, has anything come to you yet, your name maybe?"

The man set his half eaten pastry down onto the plate, his smile evaporating and charlie was almost sad he'd even asked.

"No, I... I still can't remember anything."

Charlie nodded, "It's ok, I'm sure it will come to you at some point. But for now, you can't just run around without a name. Do you want to pick a new one?"

"I.. wouldn't even know what to choose. Everything here seems so different but I can't even figure out why it's different."

Charlie wasn't sure what to say to that so, "Well what were you reading?"

The man seemed to take on a shamed look and his head dropped allowing his curls to cover his green eyes, "I... I think it's called Tom something. I-I'm having trouble reading. I should know how to read. I know I should. Some of the letters are familiar but others look foreign to me."

Tom reached over and grabbed the book before handing it to charlie. It was Tom Sawyer, one of Charlie's favorites.

Charlie reached over and brushed the curls from his guest's face and put his hand under the man's chin raising it so their eyes met, "It's alright if you don't know how to read. Lots of people have problems with their letters. Why don't we call you Tom for now."

The man's eyes seem to search his but he finds whatever it is he was looking for because a small smile spreads over his face again, "Tom is a good name." Charlie releases the Tom's face and the two finish their pastries.

They sit in silence for a few minutes before Charlie turns back to the other man, "You need a last name as well. You sound English to me so how about Marriston. It's an English name."

Tom smiles and nods but before Charlie can say anything else, there is a loud knock on the door before it opens and his two friends come ambling in. Surprisingly, they are both dressed. They walk in towards the living room, presumably on their way to the kitchen. Charlie and the newly-named Tom looked up over the back of the couch as the two men entered the room.

Meyer and Joe stopped dead as they took in the sight of the man that not 12 hours ago had been a charred corpse sitting on the sofa in blue silk pajamas eating a danish. But if Meyer was anything it was adaptable and discreet, it was why Charlie relied on him.

Meyer recovered quickly and smiled at the newcomer, "Hello, you're looking much better this morning."

Tom smiled though Charlie could tell he was slightly uncomfortable, "Thank you very much. You were all so kind to have helped a stranger out in the middle of the woods. I thank you for what you did."

Charlie wasn't entirely sure but he thought Meyer was blushing. Joe still looked vaguely uncomfortable by even being near the green eyed man but he seemed more relaxed than he had last night so Charlie counted his blessings.

Tom turned towards Charlie, "Charlie, here, was so kind this morning. I don't remember my name so he came up with a new one for me."

Charlie smiled and shook his head in annoyance with himself, "I'm sorry, Tom, you don't know how these guys are. This guy here is Meyer Lansky, a business partner and a friend of mine. And that there is Joe Profeci. He and I go way back. Boys, this is Tom Marriston."

His friends smiled at his guest and Meyer offered his hand out for a shake. Tom looked at the hand strangely before looking back at Charlie.

The Sicilian was again reminded of Tom's oddness, "Tom, you take his hand and shake it. It's what you do when you meet new people."

Tom's face showed his understanding and he reached out and clutched the proffered hand. Meyer shook it slightly watching Tom's face the whole time before releasing the pale fingers. Tom then held his hand out to Joe, again looking to Charlie for confirmation. Charlie nodded and Joe took the other man's hand and shook it quickly. Tom smiled at both men and Charlie felt a streak of irrational jealousy as Meyer smiled back at the other man.

"Boys, I noticed you're both dressed early. That's good. I wanted to take Tom here into town for some new duds and talk to the sheriff. If Tom's been reported missing, they might have some information."

He could tell his friends were baffled by his last statement. Men who fell from the sky weren't reported missing. But he wanted Tom to trust him and trust that Charlie had his best interests in mind.

"Tom and I are gonna go up stairs and I'll let him borrow some stuff of mine. You two get a pastry or something and then we'll go into town."

The others nodded and Charlie led Tom away and back up stairs to Charlie's own bedroom. He closed the door behind them and proceeded to strip down to his own skivvies. Charlie looked up and looked almost uncomfortable with the nudity. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off Charlie's chest, though.

"Tom, in order to get dressed, you need to take off the sleeping stuff. Besides it ain't nothin' I haven't seen before."

Tom swallowed a bit before stripping off this top and bottoms, leaving only the clingy black fabric of his own briefs. Charlie forced himself to look away from the obvious genitalia that the thin fabric did nothing to conceal. And it was black. Charlie had never seen black underwear on a man before.

The Sicilian man went to his closet and determinedly did not look at the trunk containing the other man's fantastical clothing. He pulled out two suits and a couple of shirts and underclothes before turning back to Tom. The man's hands were uncomfortably clutched in front of his body as if trying to hide. Charlie set the clothing down on the bed. He'd picked out two suits, one a gray tweed and the other a navy wool. He looked back at Tom and wished he had something in green. It would go perfectly with the man's eyes. Charlie, himself, tended to favor blues, grays, and black. He handed the gray suit pants over to Tom who looked at them a second before subtly watching as Charlie put his own clothing on and copying his movements.

Charlie, for probably the hundredth time, wondered where this man was from. He had no idea about shaking hands or even putting on clothing. He made no comment on it but he did put on his shirt and vest a little more slowly allowing Tom to get a good look at his movements and mimic the process.

While the style was to have shorter cuffs on one's pants so the socks could be seen, Charlie's pants were definitely too short on the taller man. The sleeves of the shirts, as well, were too short and while Charlie, himself, favored the more casual attached collar and tie, he thought that Tom was too regal for such a look. He'd look into something different when they stopped by the suit shop in town. He handed Tom a pair of shoes and he could tell the other didn't want to complain, but they too, were obviously too small.

Charlie made his way to the door and stuck his head out, "Joe!"

The response was prompt, "Yeah, Charlie?"

"Go and get your black shoes! Mine are too small for Tom!"

"Uh, sure thing!"

Charlie again closed the door and then turned back to Tom who was examining the blue paisley tie like it was some sort of scientific experiment.

Charlie walked up so he was standing directly in front of Tom, "Here, let me show you."

Charlie took hold of the tie and stepped up closer as he flipped up the askew collar and wrapped the material around the taller man's neck. He made sure the correct lengths were hanging before looking up and catching Tom's eyes.

He cleared his throat, "So make sure the lengths are even and put this side under and then over and under again. And then put it under this loop and tighten it."

Charlie started tightening the knot and bringing it up until it sat snugly against Tom's neck. He looked back up and the two simply stared at one another as if trying to figure out what the other was thinking. But they didn't have a chance to say anything because of the sudden knock. Charlie all but sprang from Tom as he went to open the door.

Joe handed him the scuffed shoes and looked over at Tom, "A little small on him, huh?"

Charlie looked back over at his guest, "Yeah, First place we're stopping is the suit shop. Hopefully, we can get him something decent off the rack. It ain't exactly brooks brothers out there."

Joe laughed, "Ain't that the truth. Meyer and I are ready to go whenever you are."

Charlie nodded, "Give us another five minutes and we'll be right down."

Joe took his leave and Charlie turned back to look at Tom. The man looked so uncomfortable in his too small clothing and so out of place. He was so different from anyone Charlie had met before. Elegant in a way that Charlie can't quite understand. As if he is some sort of lord from another time. Charlie shrugs off the thought and chuckles to himself as he sees Tom picking at the tie. He walks over to the bed and grabs his own tie and quickly knots it.

"What's it for?"

Charlie looks up at Tom's voice, "What's what for?"

"The tie. Does it serve a purpose?"

Charlie thought for a moment. It wasn't ever something he'd contemplated before, "It doesn't really serve any practical purpose, I suppose. But these days, it's really more of a sign that a man's got some class."

"Class?"

"Yeah, working men don't wear ties because, as I said, there's no real practical purpose and men who worry about money won't want to spend it on a tie. It's a statement that a man's doing well enough for himself that he can afford to wear one and that he doesn't do any physical labor."

Tom seemed to roll the explanation around his head, "Oh... What's money?"

Charlie opened his mouth to ask the man if he was serious but the look on his face was one of total bafflement so Charlie rethought his words, "We'll talk about money later, ok? And I like that you ask me these questions." Charlie shrugged on his suit jacket and then walked in front of Tom, "But I need you to do me a favor."

Tom's head tilted, "Anything."

Charlie had a slight intake of breath at the answer but ignored the thoughts that threatened to bubble to the surface, "If you are ever confused about something. Don't ask anyone else. Only ask me, alright?"

The green eyed man blinked and suddenly looked saddened, "I'm an idiot aren't I. I'm asking you things that everyone should know and you don't want me to embarrass you in front of anyone."

Charlie was quick to reply, his hand coming up to Tom's shoulder, "You lost your memory and so some things aren't really clear to you yet, but you're learning fast. I know you are an intelligent man but I don't want anyone else to make any assumptions about you because you may not know something. People are cruel and will eat you alive if given half a chance and I just don't want you to get hurt, alright?"

Tom nodded and Charlie released his shoulder. Tom put on his own jacket and the two left the room.