AMNESIA

What Insanity Looks Like

We drove in silence through the winding roads of Frankford, he seemed reluctant to tell me anything, or maybe he just thought himself above that. I didn't care…

When we finally arrived in New York City I could see a darkness settle over his face as he looked around the overly populated area, I couldn't tell whether it was regret that he had failed to take over, or regret that he had tried in the first place. This was something I needed to get over, like a really high, Loki shaped obstacle. It's not exactly like we were close, we never even said a word about our personal lives or really about us at all. It had all been Carer/Victim, Mortal/God, and a lot of teasing. Nothing substantial. I told myself this over and over in a mantra to try and get it to stick in my head.

Stark Tower, I had seen in a million times, whether it be just roaming around the city or on TV, either way I wasn't really prepared for the interior craftsmanship. It was beautiful, sleek and modern. Then, of course, there was the scruffy looking man standing in front of me. Stark could look so professional sometimes, other times I swear he dresses like he's human. I grinned to myself.

"Okay, so, Loki…you want me to call your brother?" Tony asked, hand holding a glass of alcohol. I narrowed my eyes slightly at it with envy; I could use some alcohol…lots of it.

"Yes," Loki said impatiently. He looked around the space with curiosity, but he also seemed to remember it. Oh, that's right, this is where he tried to rule the world. Nostalgic, eh?

"Right, well, I'll leave you two to your…brooding…while I make a call," he grumbled and wandered off.

I turned to Loki.

"So, you remember everything?" I asked cautiously. His green eyes find my blue ones and held them. There was a wariness that wasn't there before, no, it was more than that, and it was like he had been to hell and back. I bit my lip. These kinds of looks killed me. My empathetic nature tugged at my heart when I saw the look, and all I wanted to do was make it all better. Mentally slapping myself, I cooled my features.

"Yes, but most importantly, I remember quite unpleasantly the man who sent me to Earth…" a look of pure rage crossed his face, and a quiet promise of pain.

"How are you going to find him, he's on Earth," I pointed out. Loki smirked.

"Oh, well, once I get my brother here, I plan on going back to Asgard, where I will get something that will help with this…dilemma,"

"Why can't you just go to Asgard yourself?"

"Well, I doubt everyone would believe that Tyr, one of the 'likable' Asgardians, performed this little bout of treachery."

"Right," I nodded, letting out a breath.

"So, I will need my brother with me, especially when I go and get my…'help'," Loki smirked and turned away, I could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain. His eyes got a mischievous glint to them and I felt a shiver go down my spine.

Stark came back into the room with a small smile, he went right up to me and leant on my shoulder, I tipped so that he slid off, even though I couldn't help the smile that came across my face.

"Right, so, the big hammer guy is on his way to pick you up from day care, Loki," Tony sneered smugly at his joke, then he turned to me, "and you, Darling, are no longer baby sitting, go home, scrub your house to get all the 'Loki' out of it, then rest and forget all about it," he finished it all off with a big grin and a wink. I frowned, yes; I should do that, except the scrubbing thing…

"Well, okay then," I turned to Loki, who looked at me curiously, "have fun with your revenge and stuff…ah, well…see ya," I finished lamely. I felt a heavy feeling settle in my chest as I walked away. This game of Gods and revenge was too much for little old me. I was merely human after all, no special abilities, no super intelligence or wealth. Time to go back to being a waitress.

I drove home, listening to music as loud as I could, just to push out all of my thoughts. Until my phone began ringing…

"Hello?" I asked once I had pulled over to the side of the barren road.

"Alexis, it's me," a deep voice said over the phone. I felt my blood cool and run from my face.

"Hello, Tyrone," I greeted politely. Tyrone was the boss at Black Birds Tavern, he never seemed to stay around long, and everyone just assumed that he had other establishments. I leant against my car and sighed, I had a fling with him once, nothing serious, but it made things just a touch more awkward.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, bored.

"I need you to come to the Tavern, right now," I looked at my watch.

"Sure, I'll be there in half an hour, I was just on my way home." He hung up. I growled at the phone and jumped back into my car. Lousy boss making me come into work. I screamed down the barren road going back the way I came.

I entered the damp tavern, the light from outside beamed inside, outlined but the dust particles in the air, my shadow stretched along the beam.

"Hello?" I called out for Tyrone. I stepped further inside and tried for the light switch behind the bar. Damn, the light was broken. I'll just leave the door open.

"Tyrone?" I tried again. I heard a stirring over behind me, in the office. I wandered over and leant into the room, hands on the doorframe.

"Uh, hello?" I felt a tap on my shoulder and whipped around, nearly falling backwards, but a hand shot out to grab my arm and bring me back to standing.

"Damn it, Tyrone, you scared me!" I growled. Tyrone stood there laughing. His blonde hair was cut short and his eyes were the kind of blue that was hard to describe, a medium blue that held a vibrancy of the sky but was hazed over by Grey Ocean blue. His face was full of sharp angles.

"Oh, did I? My apologies," he said sarcastically.

"What do you want? I was halfway home," I hissed.

"Where were you?" he asked leaning in towards me, I backpedalled quickly, not wanting him too close.

"Uhm, just doing some stuff in the city."

"What?"

"It's really none of your business, sir."

"What were you doing?" he pressed.

"I was just dropping a friend off, that's all," I said quickly. He raised an eyebrow at me. His grin drew into a sickly one.

"A certain Loki?" he asked, stepping towards me, I stepped back and fell into the office chair, he leant in and put his hands on either side of me on the desk, trapping me. His face was far to close for comfort.

How could he possibly know about Loki? That was insane.

"Look-" I began.

"-Lexi, stop being so stupid. Of course I know about Loki, I've been keeping track of him since I threw him out of Asgard." Oh, shit. His powerful hand gripped my jaw and my heart dropped. He turned my head to look at his other hand, a wave of blue magic washed over his hand and it disappeared, leaving an ugly scar at the stump of his hand.

"Tyr," I choked.

"Yes, you finally got it," he sneered. The magic washed back over his hand and it returned to normal. "I must say it was a nice coincidence that one of my own workers picked him up. It worked out very well, didn't it? Of course, I had expected him to die, not to get nurtured for, my mistake. I forgot how sentimental you Midgardian's can get," he sighed, "No matter, I have arranged a new plan. I want to find out what he's getting from Asgard. You are going to tell me," he ordered. I frowned at him.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"You will tell me," he growled. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Look, I have no idea why you're doing this, I'm guessing it has something to do with your hand, or lack there of, but honestly, I am not the person to ask, we never really got that close, he didn't tell me anything," I spoke honestly, if not a bit stupidly. His real hand swept across my face harshly, causing me to fall out of the chair.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" He roared, looking like everything a god should be. I bit my tongue and tried not to let the pain show, even though it was outrageously painful.

"I'm not! I would barely call him a friend!" Despite how much I actually cared for him…

Tyr lowered himself to my level slowly, a crazy glint to his harsh eyes. A knife was suddenly in his hand, I felt fear through every inch of my body.

"Lexi, we both know what you are like with men," he sneered. I felt bile rise up. Oh god, I had slept with this guy. I felt disgusted on so many levels.

"Well, not with Loki." He cocked his head to the side. This is what insanity looked like.

"I highly doubt that, it is in both Loki's and your nature. Of course, you are disgustingly human aren't you, I bet Loki would find that repulsive," he quipped. I bit the insides of my cheeks.

"We didn't do anything, we didn't talk about him or his plans, I mean, hell, he only got back his full memory today," I said in a shaky voice, eying the knife.

"Either way, he's with the Avengers, so even if he doesn't care about you, the others are morally obliged to help a damsel in distress," he said with joy, grabbing my wrist and hoisting me up, he spun me around and put the knife to my back.

"Now, you are going to walk forward very carefully, and we are going to go to your house, do you under stand?" he asked. I nodded slowly and began walking to my car.

He slid into the car behind me, so he could keep the blade near my throat. I couldn't help the tears going down my cheeks; I was scared and very possibly going to die. I mean come one, Loki and I weren't that close, and the Avengers just think I'm some girl who was unfortunate enough to find Loki. Well, then, If I couldn't count on them saving me, the I would bloody well do it myself.