After Morgan finished the book, and Tony and Loki apparently stopped arguing, Asta was cleared to go back to her room.
"No sense keeping you here," Bruce explained. "Your bed is much comfier I'm sure."
"How about once you get settled in, we have a bit of a family meeting?" Tony asked.
Pepper's eyebrows shot up. "You can NOT overwhelm her like that!"
"No, not everyone! Just Loki and us. Explain some things. Some of the bigger things."
Loki looked at Asta and took her hand. "Darling, are you ok with that?"
She nodded. "I guess so. I mean, if I'm going to get my memories back, I guess I need to jump in."
"That's my fierce one. Do you want to walk back to the room, or go in the wheelchair?" he asked. He wanted to just teleport them up, but was wary of showing her magic just yet.
"I can walk. I just might need a little support."
Loki stood and offered his arm. "Then let's go, m'lady."
They slowly walked to the elevator and rode up in silence. He led her to the room and followed her in.
"So, this is our room," he said, awkwardly.
Asta sat on the bed. "Definitely more comfortable than the cot," she said with a slight giggle.
"If you want me to sleep elsewhere, I will completely understand," Loki said, keeping a distance between them.
She patted the bed. "Loki, come sit with me, please."
He joined her and looked at her expectantly.
"Before we go downstairs, can you tell me a little about us?"
"That's certainly a topic I love to talk about. What do you want to know?"
"Anything, everything. Where did we meet?"
"Ah, we met when we were just little children."
"Did we go to school together?"
"In a way, yes. We went to a very private school. But you were my only friend. My brother and his friends would always want to run off and have adventures and have fake battles and whatever else they got themselves into. But you, you would sit with me under a willow tree in my mother's garden and just talk and laugh. Or we'd make up our own games. I've been in love with you since then. You were the only one besides my mother to make me feel special."
"Oh, Loki. I'm glad I could be there for you." She put her hand on his cheek and he almost sobbed at the memory of her doing that many times before. She didn't seem to notice this and continued on. "So, how did you propose?"
Loki chuckled. "Our first date was at an ice cream parlor not far from here. I took you back there and asked you to be my wife. Thor has the whole thing recorded if you'd like to watch."
"Thor?"
He winced at another memory gone. "Sorry, yes, my brother. He's an oaf, but a lovable one."
Asta laughed at that. "And our wedding? When was that?"
Loki sobered at bit. "Not yet a year ago. Our anniversary is actually next month. Would you like to look at the photo album?"
"I would, yes!"
He stood and retrieved the pictures from the book shelf. She gasped at the opening page and the picture of just the two of them.
"Wow!" she murmured.
"Yes, you were a beautiful bride."
"Not me, you. This might sound creepy, but you look good in a tuxedo, Loki!"
"Why would that be creepy, my love? You are my wife, after all."
"I suppose so. Seems strange at the moment considering I don't remember." She stopped there before she could make it more awkward and turned the page. "Oh! Look at Morgan and her little flower crown! And who are these two helping me get ready?"
"Those are your best friends Natasha and Wanda. They were feral that day in making sure I didn't see you until the ceremony."
Asta giggled at turned the page again. "Whoa, we had a big bridal party. And guys on my side?"
"Well, we have many friends who are like family, but most of them are men, so we had to split them up. You refused to search out more women or have uneven sides."
"Where is this?"
"Actually, we were married on the roof here. Tony owns the building and he planned most of it. I believe you'll find your Dad to be the most eccentric person on Earth, but he also has one of the biggest hearts."
"He must if he's standing with us. So, which one is your brother?"
Loki pointed to Thor. "This one."
"Huh. I would have guessed one of these guys," she said, pointing to Clint and Bucky. "No offense, but you look nothing alike."
"Yes, well, I am adopted."
"Oh! Oh, Loki, I'm so sorry!"
"No, my love, there's nothing to apologize for. It's something I have dealt with already. Thor is my family regardless of blood as is my mother."
"And your father?"
"We can discuss him later," he replied softly.
"Where are your parents in these photos?"
"Ah, they did not attend this ceremony. We had another where my parents are. They live quite far away."
"I see. Do we have photos of that one?"
"Yes, but finish this one first."
Asta kept flipping through the pages and smiling at the photos. She especially liked the ones of their first dance and the cake cutting. She laughed at the ones of the group dancing and bouquet/garter tosses. But it was the one of Loki dancing with Morgan that struck her.
"You have a special relationship with her, don't you?" Asta asked quietly.
"Well, she only likes me because of you," he said with a laugh. "But yes, I have no younger siblings and she has no brothers, so we do have that together. She truly is a delightful child. You refer to her as Sassy Pants and the name fits quite well."
Asta laughed at that, but she couldn't deny the stirring feeling caused by seeing this man with a child. She wanted her memories back and she wanted them now.
"Well, show me the other wedding photos and then we'll head downstairs."
"Perhaps let's wait on that. There are other things that should be discussed first."
She looked at him questioningly. "Is everything ok?"
"Yes, of course. My relationship with my family is… complicated at best. I shall explain it all to you soon. I promise."
Asta looked down. "I feel terrible needing people to explain anything to me. I wish my brain would just cooperate!"
"Hey," Loki said, gently holding her chin. "I will not stop until you're whole again. I promise you that."
Asta looked up into his eyes and saw every emotion there; his sadness, his love, his devotion, his worry, his passion. She didn't know what came over her, but she began to lean towards him.
In a moment, he forgot his vow to be slow with her and met her halfway in a gentle kiss. A tiny moan of pleasure escaped her and he instantly pulled back.
"Loki?" she asked with confusion.
"I'm so sorry, my darling. I don't know how to handle myself in this situation. I wanted so much to kiss you, but I don't want to frighten you or take advantage of you!"
She sighed. "Loki, I don't know if you noticed, but I initiated that kiss. I wanted to kiss you."
He smirked. "You do always know how to get what you want. Especially from me."
Asta returned the look. "Do I now?"
"Oh, my minx," he whispered before they met again, this time in a much more passionate kiss.
"Hey, everyone ok up here? We're waiti—" Tony's voice startled them apart then. "Ok, well, this is why we have doors, kids." He sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. "I guess you are ok then. Well, when you're finished here, we're waiting for you. I ordered pizza and it'll be here in 5."
"No shawarma?" Loki asked. He was trying not to laugh as Asta hid her blush behind his shoulder.
"That's for when her memory is back," Tony answered. "For now, though, head on over to our room and we'll talk."
Asta nodded before he left. "Ok, we'll be right there."
Tony left and Loki could no longer hold his laughter in.
Asta rolled her eyes. "This isn't funny!"
"And why not? Are you embarrassed that he caught us kissing like hormonal adolescents? He does know that we're married. I'd venture to say he already knows that we've made love as well."
"Ugh, Loki. That's weird! Don't say that!"
He laughed again. "Fine, my love. Stop your blushing. Let's join your parents and eat the greasiest pizza in all of New York, because I know that's what Tony ordered. Then we'll hopefully answer some more questions of yours." He stood quickly and offered his hand to help her up.
"Fine," she said, accepting his hand. "But just so you know…"
He raised an eyebrow to her.
"You're a really good kisser," she said with a wink.
He growled a little into her ear before leading her out of the room. He was becoming more and more confident that her memory would return, especially if she kept acting like this.