Eighty One
This was horrible, this was terrible. I just ruined the best thing in my life. And I didn't even know how. I cried myself to sleep that night. My days started to run together as I drowned my sorrows in alcohol. I contemplated ending my life. I crashed myself in the Mark 41 suit into a canyon wall. I somehow walked away. The few broken bones I had knitted back together in a few days. I ran more tests, not understanding how I wasn't dead.
The only thing I could do was to try and fix this. I looked over the photos, much to my dismay. I hated seeing myself with someone other than my Loki. I looked at them closer, noticing they weren't taken from the same angles as Jarvis's electronic eye. I should know, I installed them. I threw them on the desk asking for Jarvis to be able to cross reference my hunch. After a few drinks, Jarvis was able to tell me the photo were not photoshopped and not pieced together. They were real, but not taken by the AI.
"Jarvis, put a rush on restoring that information." I said frustrated.
"Yes, sir. Do you also want those blood results from that day?" He reminded me.
"I almost forgot about that! Yes, put it on the screen!" I yelled. The data was displayed. There still was no explanation for my quick healing time, but there was a heavy sedative in my blood stream. That explained why I didn't remember anything. I'd been drugged.
But by whom and why? The only people with us that night, were our teammates and their significant others. Which of our teammates would want to make an enemy of Loki? Or me? I needed to think like a detective, like Sherlock Holmes. I needed to speak with Thor. I needed to stop crying into my whiskey first.
It took me several weeks before I was okay enough to come out of the lab. Pepper had come to see me, I tried explaining that I was drugged.
"You just destroyed the best thing in your life." She responded.
"I'm serious! I ran tests the next morning! I was drugged!" I protested.
"And you're not even taking this serious. You need to make this right. Go after him!"
"I can't even do that! He's not answering his phone. I keep sending texts. I'm starting to think he's in another realm." I sobbed.
"Well, you got yourself in this situation, figure it out." She said on her way out.
I spent another few days crying as it seemed no one believed me. I approached Thor, who didn't seem to remember much of that evening.
"I'm just happy he's back in Asgard, where he belongs." Thor said sharply.
"Loki was happy here." I insisted.
"He's better off without you." Thor shouted as he walked off.
I wanted to die.