Eighty
Weeks went by, our injuries healed. Yet, none of our teammates had answers. All any of our teammates could tell us, is that Loki felt sick, Jane took him upstairs and I passed out soon after. Thor couldn't get into our suite, so he dropped me off in a guest suite.
Still something didn't sit right in my gut. Loki and I discussed it. He had only two drinks, I only had four. Something didn't add up, and we both knew it.
In the meantime I had finished my gift and had it boxed ready for the perfect moment. I was wrapping it, when Jarvis announced guests. Thor was in the elevator holding a large envelope.
"Uh, friend Tony. I was hoping to speak with my brother." He stumbled over his words.
"He's downstairs training with Rhodey, Sam and Bruce."
"I see."
"You know you could have asked Jarvis."
"You know I can't work your computerized man servant. Jane is better at these things. I'll just go find him." Thor turned to leave. I returned to wrapping my gift.
I had it just perfect when Loki teleported back. I hid the gift behind me, trying to smile innocently. He threw the envelope that Thor just had, at me.
"You mind explaining that?" He growled.
"Explain what? Thor just had this." I was confused, but opened the envelope anyway. Loki stood over me, his arms crossed, tapping his foot. I pulled out a stack of photos. I flipped through them, horrified.
"Who took these?"
"Thor says they were pulled off Jarvis's database. How could you do this to me?" He smacked me across the face. "I thought we loved each other?"
"This can't be real. This isn't me!" I stared at the photos in disbelief. "Loki, this isn't me. I do love you. I've even been working on a gift for you." I presented it to him. He took it, but it disappeared in a black mist.
"Why would you do this to me? With my own brother?" He turned from me, tears in his eyes. I stood, trying to hold him. He shrugged me off.
"Loki, those pictures are forgeries. That never happened. Please, we can figure this out. Please talk to me." I plead, finding myself starting to tear up.
"Tony, I need some space and some time." He said, brushing a tear from his cheek before disappearing into a black mist.
"No, Loki! No! Don't go!" I fell to my knees, crying.
How could this have happened? Why don't I remember anything? I flipped through the photos again. Photos of myself with Thor. Each worse than the previous.