A/N: Hey guys, this one is a lot shorter than what I usually write, but just bare with me...it's so worth it...

AMNESIA

The Game Has Begun

I entered the meeting room feeling far more wary than I have been in a very long time. I sat down in my chair heavily, a few moments later Loki, reluctantly, returned as well. The Avengers and friends looked at us with concern, or in Stark's case, mild amusement. I wanted to wipe that look off his face, suddenly.

"Go on," I said with a sarcastic smile to the Director. Fury frowned at me, his one brown eye assessing me.

"We suppose it's time for you to go home, Miss Chamber," he said with mild disappointment. I'm guessing he was expecting some kind of superhuman that Loki has set up a giant ploy for, in order to control my powers. Yeah, right. My biggest 'superpower' was being an empathetic creature. Notice how empathetic has the word 'pathetic' in it? Well, I did.

"What about the Trickster, here?" I asked, jabbing my thumb towards Loki, who looked annoyed at my nickname. Everyone looked at her for a long moment.

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"You, Miss Chamber, have the wondrous joy of keeping Loki," Stark broke first. I raised my eyebrow and sighed.

Great, the giant lost puppy will be with me for even longer. It's not that I hated him or anything, I was just a stickler for…more predatory men…it's weird, huh? Loki has his moments though, where he doesn't seem so lost and he does exude sexual presence, but those are so rare…

"Sure. Can I get him a collar? Maybe even a chew toy?" I suggested jokingly. Making Loki look murderous towards me. Stark at least found me funny, even Banner chuckled slightly. I brought them cake, they should laugh at my jokes more. Maybe even give me a medal. Hey, just being modest.

I stood and gave a melodramatic bow to everyone before grabbing Loki's arm and dragging him from the room. Yeah, he was pissed, but I was tired. So I win.

I pretty much demanded that the nearest agent take me home, it was just a random one that I happened to be passing at the time. He was in his mid thirties with short black hair and grey eyes, yet, despite his overly macho look, he cowered slightly at my voice and the tall god behind me. I mean, you've got to respect a girl who's currently ignoring the daggers being glared into her back by a god. Maybe I should retract the comment about the collar? Nah.

I arrived home with my pet god in trail and collapsed on the couch, too tired for anything else. Loki poked me in the side.

"Eh, what, Loki?" I mumbled, turning my head to look up at his blazing green eyes.

"What now?"
"Uh, sleep. Lots of sleep," I pointed out, as if it were obvious.

"No, I mean with me, Lexi," he frowned at me in annoyance. I think he was just confused about my little speech earlier, poor guy, should have used smaller words.

"I don't know, Loki. I guess we keep working on your memory and try and avoid this Tyr character. Other than that, prepare for a life of boredom and bad jokes." A flip seemed to go off in Loki and a smirk drew across his face as he tilted his head close to me so his lips barely brushed my ear. My heart rose to my throat.

"I highly doubt boredom will be a problem, Alexis…as for collars, well, let's just say it would not be me wearing it…" with that, he left a shiver going down my spine as he left the room. Oh yes, I was definitely a fan of this side of Loki.

I woke up the next morning to find Loki had shoved my legs out of the way so he could sit…no, no my legs were in his lap. He was also watching me sleep. SO, naturally, I kicked him in the stomach and left the room. My heart was still beating heavily and my brain was fogged, but damn, if I couldn't see the sexual thoughts going through his mind…still, MAYBE kicking him in the stomach wasn't the best way to go. I sulked back into the room…MY own living area…

"Sorry, Loki, you just startled me, is all," I confessed awkwardly. He gave me a lazy smile.

"That's quite fine, Lexi, you're mortal strength caused no harm." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh, yeah, you know you're a god now, great," I was suddenly not feeling so apologetic. I stalked into the kitchen and began making coffee; I had no desire to eat yet. If he wanted food, he could do it himself, if he's such a 'God'. I felt his presence in the room, before I even saw him. He was serious now; he seemed to flip moods so quickly.

"Lexi…I wanted to apologize for all of this. I realize I am intruding on your home…" his brow burrowed. It must be odd for him to apologize. Alas, my overly empathetic nature took hold of me and I stepped forward and rested my hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Loki, I just…well, I didn't exactly wake up one morning and thought 'hey, I'm going to pick up a god today on my way home from work'," I laughed. He smiled as well.

I turned back t the kitchen and started to cook us some eggs on toast. He sat down at the table patiently.

It was only about halfway through did I realize I had just been tricked into making him breakfast. Bloody bastard! However, this was far too much for me to eat. Okay, so Loki: 1, Lexi: 0…for now. I shoved the plate under his nose and he smirk and glanced at me sideways.

"Thank you, Darling," he drawled in a mocking singsong voice.

"You- just shut up and eat…" I hissed before picking at my own food. I wasn't even hungry. Bloody God Of Mischief and Lies…

It was getting to me, this new Loki. He was less…fragile and sexier. The more Loki seemed to remember himself the more I was getting attracted to him. I'm afraid this says a lot about my mental health. That's right, Alexis, fall for a dangerous Criminal God, that's fine. I was exasperated with myself. I was never really good at the whole "relationship" thing. I much preferred flings and things that involved very little commitment. Yet, somehow, with Loki…I wasn't looking for some one-night stand…I wanted a lot of nights…and days, and evenings and mornings. It was getting on my nerves how much I craved his presence the more he became more sensual and dangerous. At this rate, if he returned full to himself, I think I may explode. It's too much. Maybe I should go out and find some guy tonight, that'll make me feel better.

Just as I was about to leave that night however, a very cold hand grabbed my arm. I froze, hand inches away from the door. I turned back to see the smouldering eyes of Loki. He held my gaze for a moment before his green orbs seemed to drag from mine, like they were stuck in honey, to travel all the way down my body and back up. When his eyes met mine again, his eyes were darker and there was a definite smirk on his face, along with a single raised eyebrow.

"Where are you going, Lexi? Dressed so…promiscuously," he said the word like a promise or a dirty word that one would whisper into your lover's ear.

"Ah…out," I said lamely in a breathy voice. He was wearing just black jeans and an open white shirt. My eyes caught against the plains and lean muscle of his chest and stomach, to the very small amount of hair that trailed into the unknown.

"Where might you be going?" It was like he was saying 'what could be better than here?' What indeed.

"Maybe a- a club," I stammered. The very small black dress I was wearing was starting to feel like far too much clothing in his presence. His cold hand had still not been taken off of my arm, but instead, drew me closer. His head scooped down so he could maintain eye contact.

"And what would you be hoping to gain from going to this club?" his voice was like velvet rubbing against my insides, the sensation made me shiver.

"I…uh…just, dancing…" I lied badly. He smirked even more, before dragging his eyes up and down my body again, which was very close to being pressed against him as he drew me further in, until eventually my body curved against his and another hand snaked around the small of my back.

"I am rather good at…dancing," he breathed roughly. I think I am dying. I can feel his cool body against my very, very hot one. I think if he wasn't here to cool me down, I may have spontaneously combusted already.

"Would you like me to dance with you, Alexis Chamber?" he purred. My jaw dropped slightly and I just couldn't think of a response. Suddenly he let me go.

"I am very sorry, but I am rather tired, maybe some other time, then?" He yawned and wandered off to his room. I was stuck to the spot, and now I felt thoroughly ripped off. He just… damn! I abandoned all thought of going out, all I wanted was a cold shower.

I stepped into the icy cold spray and closed my eyes. The cold was so comforting. My mind instantly flashed to the image of me pressed up against Loki and I swear I couldn't get the water cold enough. Damn it, this is twice he's changed my mind about something. However, that last tactic was even dirtier than the first…quite seriously. I let the water soak my long brown hair. I guess I will have to play him at his own game, simply for my own sanity. If he wanted to play tease and go, then I was more than happy to play too. The game has begun, it seems.

A/N: Review, yah? Tell me how much you love Loki and I will give you all more virtual cake :3 ( I will also stop doing these A/N's, only use 'em if I need 'em)