“How you found out,” he answers my question. “It’s a stupid way to find out.”
“So, it’s true, isn’t it?” I whisper as I stand. “You’re Loki?”
I hit my forehead once I say it out loud. He’s been telling us the entire time.Iam Lokey. I am Loki.
He rises to his full height, folds his arms, and looks down at me. “Is my character no longer sexy?”
“That’s not the problem and you know it,” he looks off to the side then back at me.
“What’s the issue, then?”
“I have a pretty good idea why I can’t remember shit.”
His frown deepens and he drops his arms to his sides. “And why is that?”
“You did this then lied to me!”
“I didn’t!” his yell vibrates through the room. It’s sexy and scary.
“Then why don’t I remember anything?”
He looks at his feet and back up at me. I fear I’m correct and he’s tricked me again somehow. There’s a roar from the movie as a super-sized wolf fights with the Hulk.
“Because of that. Ragnarök. I was supposed to die. Hemdial and I mortally wounded each other. All of us were supposed to die. A witch with a soft spot for villains gave me another chance.” He takes a step closer but clenches his jaw when I take a step back. “She offered to erase all knowledge of me to give me a fresh start.” I hold my breath, waiting for the next part because I innately know that expression usually precedes a confession. “I told her to only erase yours.”
I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out but the pain of being lied to shakes me to the core.
“Why? You had no right. You had me on earth in a constant reincarnation loop. A few months ago, I woke up in a body I don’t recognize with no idea who I was. Is it a game for you? Do you think it’d be fun to chase someone with no sense of self!”
I know he’s angry because his hair flows in long black waves. He could kill me with his anger, but he holds back. Worse, the pain I feel is mirrored in his gaze. It reminds me of the first memory he gave me.
Is it a real one?
“I did not and will not alter your memories.”
“Why did you have them removed?” I repeat. “How does that benefit anyone but you?”
To help you.
“It was to helpme. Sounds like you wanted to help yourself. What did you say? A clean slate? I’m a blank canvas for you to create your own narrative and tell me anything you want!”
In a flash of air, I find myself pressed against the wall with him holding my jaw. “I promised I wouldn’t lie to you and I haven’t.”
“Really? And I don’t have memories to tell me if that’s true.”
“Fuck your brain. What does your heart say? Or your soul? Do you really think I’d do something that wasn’t for your own good?” I close my eyes because I don’t know what to feel. “I did it to protect you.”
I don’t know why but his reasoning pisses me off. “From what? You?”
“From being hurt!” he yells back. “Fuck, Sigyn. I do all I can to prove I love you and the moment you get a chance to doubt me, you take it!”
“You doubt me just as much. You don’t give me the chance to know all the facts and make a decision! You skew it in your favor. I deserve to know the ugly truth, and to have my husband be open and honest with me. You want me to have faith in your love, but what about your faith in mine? I’d rather know everything. I wantyouto leave me alone until I decide!”
He clenches his jaw as his tears trail down his chiseled features. Loki traces my face with the tip of his fingers as if he’s trying to remember every detail. On a deep exhale, he drops his forehead to mine the nods.
“As you wish,” he says before his lips find mine.
This isn’t a kiss for pleasure. The moment our lips touch, my nerves feel raw like someone who’s painkillers have worn off. Each memory cuts more than the last as my entire history begins downloading in my brain. I scream from the pain and Loki pushes away from me. I fall back and embrace myself of the impact of the hardwood but land on my bed instead. Memories attack me from all angles, but I know the truth without opening my eyes. Loki is gone.
