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a demigod, brother of the beloved Thor, an Avenger. He is centuries old, though his exact age is unknown.
His powers include illusion casting, astral projection, shapeshifting, teleportation and superhuman strength and durability.

Smiling, he looked at the love of his life at the other end of the table. He lifted his glass to her, "Cheers, my darling." he said to her. They'd been dating for a while now, much longer than Loki had even time to adjust to. He felt as though he'd known her his whole life. Nicole was the kind of woman that he was just immediately drawn to. Maybe it was fate, who knew?But regardless of the Gods or whatever it was that brought them together, Loki knew he wanted to spend an eternity with this woman. He was now a refined and reformed gentleman, not recalling a single thing about his past on Asgard or even his attack on New York City. This was his "punishment" now, but maybe it was truly a blessing in disguise?

Loki smiled at his beloved as he watched her from the rim of his cup. He had a surprise for her that he was excited to share. As said before, they'd been dating a while... Loki was used to living a lonely life. He'd had his fair share of "encounters" with princesses and even sometimes other princes on Asgard, but the new Loki, the one that Odin had banished to Midgard... Well, Earth, as Loki now called it, was determined to live a productive life. Maybe one with a new start... This new and (improved?) Loki was dedicated to being an average "American" man now, with an American Dream of a house with a white picket fence with a pregnant wife and a dog. Loki thought his dreams were about to come true. "Nicole..." He said softly. Well, as softly as he could in the noisy area. They'd been coming to this particular cafe ever since they had started dating. It was a quaint little place in a lovely East Coast town. Loki had grown fond of it....

"Nicole, there's something I'd like to ask you..." With that, Loki slipped out of his chair and dropped down to one knee. "Nicole... Will-"

But the sound of a nearby scream had drawn Loki out of the moment. All these years he'd been trapped on Earth and he had never heard a blood curdling scream like that since his attack on New York City. Suddenly, there was a loud blast that shot through a wall in the cafe, causing Loki to panic. He fumbled with the small ring box he'd kept in his back pocket and dropped it as he shot up to his feet. He reached out to grab Nicole, but there was another explosion that sent him flying backwards and away from his girlfriend. He didn't know what had quite literally hit them, but whatever it was, it was large and appeared to be attempting to murder everyone in the cafe, perhaps every everyone on the block. Loki screamed out Nicole's name, hoping she'd hear and would run to him, but something had burst through the ceiling and threatened to drop on top of Nicole and crush her to her death... Loki could not have this.

He jumped over a toppled table and rushed to her side in lightening speed... Or, did he? He hadn't realized, but he'd actually moved so quickly that he teleported right to her side. He leaned over her in a futile attempt to protect her from the falling debris, but in his efforts, and as he hovered over his beloved, he squeezed his eyes shut, thinking that this would be the last moment they spent together alive. He waited for the moment of death to sweep over him, but it never came... He was confused. Loki slowly peeled open his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see that the rocks and heavy debris were floating in mid-air in a green mist of aura.

In that moment, his memory had returned... What was he doing here? He was clearly on Midgard, but who was this woman he was "protecting"?? Loki slowly lifted himself up to stand completely and he used his Aesir magic to throw the rocks out of the way. He felt a surge of Asgardian energy flow through him and his memories came flooding back. He was a GOD amongst these men, he had no reason to run and hide in fear. He looked at the woman beneath him and tutted. "I'm sorry, love." He said softly. Even though his memories of being a God and a God of Mischief at that had come back, he could remember the days he'd spent with this woman, falling love and courting. It felt like a fever dream, but he could somewhat remember it all the same.

He recognized her, but at the same time, she looked like a stranger in his eyes. He turned away from her, no longer feeling the same feelings he once did for her. Without looking back, he used his magic to transform his dull suit into fine Asgardian leather and battle gear. He even donned his golden horns. He felt alive again. He smiled wickedly... This was how things were meant to be. Now, to go and find this creature or whatever it was that was destroying his city... He wasn't sure what he'd do once he found the source of the destruction. Maybe he'd just sit back and watch it continue to destroy the city, or maybe he'd try to reason with it and team up? The possibilities were endless, but before he departed, he looked back at the woman and saw a lifetime of joyful possibilities flash before his eyes. He looked away before he became too attached to them, that was not his purpose....

Just before Loki had began to step away from Nicole, the woman he'd loved for a rather long time, but in another life, it seemed... She asked him to wait. For some reason, he did. Not because he actually cared about her, rather because he was curious about what she might say or do. She gave him the ring back and Loki looked at it curiously. It was a rather underwhelming thing, not made of the finest gold or silver like that which could be found on Asgard, but it seemed to mean a lot to this one woman. As though her whole life were wrapped up in it. He took the ring, examined it and then tossed it aside. It was probably a dagger in her back, but that was what Loki was known for... Stabbing loved ones in the back. Especially with daggers.

With Loki's memories coming back, he just vaguely remembered that Odin had sentenced him to a meager life on Midgard with no previous memories of being a God on Asgard. He'd given him a false identity to live under and an alias, "Tom Hiddleston". But now that Loki had shed his mortal alias, he was ready to get back out into the world and destroy more things... conquer more. He turned away and started to walk off, but the woman hadn't run away from him. Was she not afraid of his power? Who was this woman? She asked him a question that he felt he did not need to answer. What could he have gained from it? Well, there was very little gain. But it was certainly satisfying to know he ruined someone's life... "You mortals are not worth my time, nor do I owe you an explanation.... love." He spat the word 'love' like it was poisonous.

"Now, if you're done wasting my time, I have a throne to claim." He couldn't fly like Thor, so jumping in the air and disappearing wasn't in the cards for him. Unfortunately, Loki had to walk everywhere he was trying to go. So he brushed his shoulders of the dust particles from the falling debris and began to walk away from the woman, not once looking back at her. He had a renewed sense of purpose now that his memories were back. Although, first on his agenda was to finish what he'd started; Taking over Midgard. Maybe after that he'd do his best to humiliate his brother and father for placing such a cruel punishment on him. Loki had always been lonely, but to give him the opportunity to fall in love and have the possibility of a happy life with a loving spouse, that was beyond cruel and completely unacceptable to Loki. His father and brother would both suffer dearly for this humiliation.

Huffing, Loki continued to ignore this woman who kept seemingly chasing after him. He had no time for this... His throne awaited! A sick joke? Was that what this was? Regardless, Loki was good at jokes, he thought many things were funny. Just like the time he'd cut Lady Sif's hair while she was sleeping... for literally absolutely no reason other than he thought it was funny. If this was a joke it was terribly elaborate. He wanted to turn to her and yelled, 'YEARS of MY life were wasted too! But she wasn't worth the time. He continued to ignore her, but there was something strange that had happened suddenly. As a master of magic, he sensed something was off...

Before he knew it, a barrier was thrown up before him, blocking his path. He looked at it with wide eyes, then looked back at the woman who'd cast it. Could she..? Did she...??? He probably could have saved time teleporting directly to her, but he didn't want to waste too much energy on her. He was a talented sorcerer, true, but his powers had limits as well. He used energy every time he used his magic. He walked up to her, a threatening gaze across his face. He got into her face, staring at her intensely, "Who the hell are you?" He asked, no, demanded this from her. He loomed over her and put a hand on her shoulder as he glared at her for answers.

But the sound of thunder rolling in caused him to slowly lose his mighty pride and he slowly, carefully let go of her shoulder and backed away. He had only a few split seconds to leave if he weren't to be caught by his thunderous brother. But the barrier was still blocking his path, even though it didn't last a terribly long time, it was definitely long enough to keep him stranded until his brother arrived. "You idiot!" He called to her as he realized he was trapped. "What are you trying to do?!" He found that he was beginning to have a small sense of panic as the thunder grew closer and he knew exactly what that meant... His brother would soon arrive and carry him back off to Asgard. But he would have nothing of that place, never again.

Before his brother could arrive he reached out and grabbed Nicole by the neck, using his ability to unmask weapons from air, he summoned a short dagger and placed it at her throat, ready to use her for ransom if his brother dared try to get near him. "Don't fight it" he whispered in her ear. She meant absolutely nothing to him, and maybe this was a stupid idea seeing as how she probably possessed some sort of powers, but he wasn't about to let this all go down like this. He'd come out victorious one way or another... for once. He pressed the dagger close to her neck, but not drawing blood. "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other than we expected.... love." Again with the word, bu this time he laughed at it, to think of how foolish he was to have fallen in love with a human! To think of how foolish any of this pathetic human life was. When the Avengers arrived and their silhouettes began to show through the smoke and ash, Loki called out to them, "Dare come any closer and I'll kill her!"

Ah, so she decided to play dumb. This woman was definitely more than she let on to be... whether or not she was genuine with him, Loki really didn't have time to decipher. Before he knew it the Avengers were approaching, surrounding them and Loki was once again trapped , this time with a woman's neck under his palm and his dagger to her throat. Loki snarled at Thor as his brother got closer, this only made him press the dagger further into Nicole's skin, although he did his best to not draw blood.

After his brother had asked... rather too nicely for him to let Nicole go, Loki smirked. And when she made that snark remark, he chuckled. She seemed entertaining. "Sorry, Brother..." He said, and he slowly, carefully backed away from Thor and the other Avengers, still holding the woman tightly under his grip. "This one is staying with me." Loki knew exactly what their father's little curse was. He wasn't happy about it, either. Did Thor really expect him to just let this woman go and forgive all and everything would go back to being happy and healthy the way it was when they were children? No. Loki was done with fantasies.

"Dare come closer, Brother and I'll kill her." To further his threat he pressed the dagger deeper into her skin. "That goes for all of you... heh... Avengers." He didn't realize that his grip on her neck had tightened as well, but frankly, he didn't care. He was destined to be a King of Midgard and he'd happily kill anyone who stood in his way. Although, he was more tempted to keep this strange woman around... If she couldn't use these powers she clearly had, maybe he could use that to his advantage?

He made an attempted to back further away with her in his grip, but just as he was about to press the dagger further into her flesh, he felt something strange in his hand and looked down to see the weapon he was holding had now been changed into.. flowers?! He was confused and his other hand released Nicole's neck. Angrily, he threw down the flowers and glared at her. "What are you doing?!" He yelled. "You know, I've never seen a human so desperate for me to kill them!" The threat was empty, but he hoped she'd not know better. He turned and crushed the flowers beneath his boot. He conjured another weapon and thought about chasing after her, but instead decided to make a getaway. He turned to the Avengers and blew a kiss to his brother, mockingly, "Goodbye, Brother..." He said gently, cheekily, but gently and he used all of the energy he had left to teleport to another place...

Traveling through space and time was simple, it just took a lot of energy and Loki had to stop midway through his journey to where he was trying to go.. Unfortunately, he was not at all very familiar with this area. He'd spent a couple of years living under Tom's name, going to work and dating Nicole. But that was a very minimalist life he had led, and he wasn't very certain of hidden areas in which he'd usually use to disappear and hide when things were looking hairy for him.

He transported himself into the apartment where he spent a year living with this.. stranger; "Nicole". It was dark, small, but seemed like a decent home for the two of them. He was completely out of energy, having used a lot of it to conjure weapons and to hide from the Avengers. He knew sooner of later someone would come back to the apartment, but until then, he had a moment to breathe while he was there. Loki took the moment to study his surroundings. Slowly, he peeked through the hallways of the apartment, looking around at the many pictures of the two of them that were scattered about the walls. He stopped to look at one picture on a side table in particular, it looked to be a picture of them at some festivity. A mere human form of entertainment indeed... But the more Loki examined the picture, the closer he got to it, the more he could see just how happy he looked. Not only did he look happy, but the woman at his side looked rather pleased as well. He sighed, perhaps he could have had the perfect life after all.

Shaking his head out of the fantasy, he realized quickly that world domination had no time for love. He growled and knocked the picture off the side table, letting it crash to the floor. The frame cracked and the two happy lovers stared up at him with their gleaming smiles as if mocking Loki. In his anger, he gruffly pressed the heel of his boot onto the picture and smothered them... crushing the frame even more and partially ripping the photo out of it's little protective frame's sleeve. He was angry enough to spit on the photo just out of spite, but being royalty, spitting was too crude for him. He decided to rest and regain his energy and he walked away from the picture of the floor.

Loki had to lay low for a while. He had assumed that the woman was taken off by an ambulance. Ah, the frailty of the human body. She'd probably be out of his life for at least a couple of days and the apartment would be his to regain energy and form a plan. He walked into the bedroom that he shared with this woman. It was... quaint. Their bed was neatly made, some cute plushies sat on the pillows and Loki snarled at them... Pathetic. Even as a child, Loki often didn't bother himself with plush toys. He'd rather focus his attention on magic... and to be fair, he found himself spending time with his mother was more enjoyable and comforting than any soft toy would be.

He did not turn on any lights in the apartment, instead, preferring to skulk around in the darkness. It happened to be that Loki was exhausted. Regaining his powers had taken more energy from him than he'd anticipated, probably because they'd laid dormant for so long. He didn't even have the energy to use magic to remove his golden Asgardian. He ended up taking off his helm and setting it down carefully on the side table drawer next to the bed. This was not out of respect for the room, but rather out of respect for his own things. He didn't want his horns ruined after all! Without much thought, Loki decided to slide onto the bed and lay down to stare at the ceiling. Oddly enough, he could tell that they didn't wash the sheets that often. They smelled so much of scented body wash that it made Loki's head spin.

He closed his eyes and sucked in a long breath. He'd simply rest here for a short while, as Loki knew better than to stay in one place for too long. He had to constantly be moving if he didn't want the Avengers or SHIELD to find him. He didn't realize just how quickly time moved until he heard a door open, his eyes snapped wide open and he sat up in the bed, curious. But he wasn't quick to make any movement or noise, he didn't want to be caught just yet. He listened carefully for a few long moments of silence. He slowly and quietly slipped out of the bed and got to his feet, moving towards the door as quiet as a shadow on a wall...

He heard a slump and then pathetic wailing sobs. He chuckled, it was clearly that woman. She was much... hm, much wittier than he gave her credit for. He had expected her to be wound up in a hospital room being treated for that neck, not at all back in her own apartment. But what was she crying for? Certainly their love wasn't that strong that she actually missed him? Loki didn't know much about love, for he'd spent a lot of time on Asgard by himself. He had the occasional princess..... and prince be the center of his attention, but nothing ever as committed as what he'd likely experienced with Nicole. He could vaguely remember the times they'd spent together, and he knew he was happy in that moment, but now that he'd regained himself, he knew happiness was a fleeting emotion. It never lasted. And now this poor woman was experiencing that firsthand.

He cracked open the door to the bedroom and her sobs grew louder. For a moment, he felt a sting in the back of his heart for her... IT appeared that even though he no longer loved her, a part of him that used to love her still hurt when it heard her cry. He growled, not liking this new part of him. He didn't have the energy to conjure anymore weapons, so he couldn't really threaten her, but he slowly, slowly approached. She didn't seem to notice him... Good. This would make the threatening part much easier if he had the element of surprise. He was very quiet as he got closer to her, still moving slowly. Her tears were pathetic. Snot and blood on her face made her look even more of a mess. He couldn't see what he found attractive about her, in this moment, she looked hideous.

When he got close enough that she could see him, he pressed a finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhhh...." It was supposed to be threatening, but he could see that it could possibly be misinterpreted. He needed answers and it appeared that this woman had... powers of some sort. Perhaps she did not understand, but with that kind of power at his side, Loki was convinced that he'd not lose his throne to the Avengers again. He could easily manipulate a strong power like that and use it to his advantage. But how was he going to earn her trust? He could just resort to threatening like he always did, usually when people were scared they'd cave, but maybe she needed a different approach?

Loki glared at her and whispered, "It's been a long day..." He decided that maybe a more gentler approach would gain her trust, but he'd still make sure that she feared him. For without fear, there would be no cooperation. "You ruined a perfect opportunity for me... What do you suppose I should do to you?" He loved mind games. He watched her carefully and noticed the bruise he'd left on her neck. He didn't realize he'd been pressing that hard, but at the same time, human bodies were weak and frail. He'd probably bruise her just by tapping on her shoulder. As he got closer, he hovered over her menacingly as though he were playing with his food. "Tell me... love." He chuckled. It was fun teasing her like this...

It shocked Loki when Nicole grabbed the piece of glass and held it out towards him, but he laughed instead. As if! It's ridiculous that she thought she could so much as try to make him back off. Even if she were to cut him, it'd be no more painful than a leaf tapping his skin. He kept his distance though not out of fear, but rather to see the full picture. More out of curiosity. "... Don't fool yourself. You're not completely useless to me.. Not yet." He took the opportunity to come a little closer. He could see the blood dripping from her hand and he chuckled, he couldn't help it. It wasn't as though it were exactly a 'funny' situation, it was just amusing to Loki just how foolish this woman could be. She clearly didn't know him or what he was capable of at all.

"I don't plan to kill you yet, you can drop your... weapon." He stopped only a few inches away from her. He didn't love her anymore, not like Tom did, but he still found her just as entertaining. "There's something you're not telling me." He turned away from her, giving her a chance to compose herself. He let out a long sigh, "We could make a wonderful alliance, you and I. But your power is..." His hand circled in the air as he tried to search his brain for an appropriate word. "...unbridled. I can help you with this." He was attempting to strike a deal. She was clearly unaware of her power, it was obvious. If she knew just how to control the power she had, she wouldn't be cowering in a corner with a piece of broken glass in her hand.

"Everything has changed, this is true. But who knows, maybe we could still have a future?" He was playing on her biggest desires. Especially now that she'd lost the love of her life, and knowing now that Tom was about to propose, she'd probably be vulnerable enough to agree to it. He was curious about her and certainly would not want to kill her just yet. If she could learn to use her power and maintain them, they could be a force to be reckoned with. Although, he'd have to kill her eventually... no one would outshine him anymore. He'd make certain of that... But for now, he'd entertain the idea of having a powerful ally at his side. She could get what she was wanting too, a short time with him.

He wasn't sure when he'd have to kill her. Maybe after he got what he needed, or once she proved herself to be no longer useful. Which were two entirely different things. If she were a good enough partner, he'd make her death quick and easy. But for now, he'd give her a sense of false hope and hopefully.. just hopefully, she'd take the bait.

Now was the time to turn on the charm, "My darling, don't you feel it?" He came closer, his hands up since she still held tightly onto that silly little piece of glass. It'd do no harm, but she probably wasn't sure of that. He, of course, had to feign for a moment that it'd hurt him in order for her to likely feel safe enough for him to come closer. "You have power... Although you may not yet understand it." He did, in fact, possess all of Tom's memories, though they were more like a weird dream he'd experienced than memories. He could recall the moments they spent together; happy and carefree. A bright future was ahead of the two of them, they'd been thick as thieves had he not regains his power.

In that moment, Loki realized that she was right. It was likely the only reason at all that he'd been able to regain his memories and abilities was because he'd risked his life to save her. He had become a better person in his life as Tom. Still, he couldn't let go of the dream of ruling over Midgard. There was too much to let go of for that... His pride, for one. He felt a sting in his chest, "I could never be a hero." He spoke quietly, it was more of an utterance to himself than to her. But when he noticed she was listening, he lifted his voice a little louder, "At least, not in the sense that you think. My destiny is to rule. And if you can't understand that... It's only going to make life harder for you. Believe it or not, I would have made life easy for you. We could rule side by side, despite what you might think, I'm not completely heartless."

At the sound of banging on the front door, Loki jumped into high vigilance. He was out of energy and vulnerable. When he heard the sound of his brother's voice, he decided to make a run for the bedroom. It was probably foolish, but maybe he could pretend that he'd been reformed. That he learned the error of his ways, his brother would almost always fall for that. He ran into the bedroom quickly and slammed the door behind him, scrambling to lock it. His brother was powerful indeed, but lacked the intelligence that he had. He looked at the empty room feeling the wave of lovely memories flowing through his mind... the nights he spent with Nicole in his arms as they both fell asleep in this bed together. Some deep part of him longed for that king of connection still... But was the longing for connection stronger than his longing for power?

Listening carefully through the thin door, Loki heard the thunderous voice of his elder brother... "Congratulate...?" He was confused, but he could use this to his advantage. If he could convince Thor and the Avengers that he had, indeed become worthy... they'd leave him alone. They wouldn't even suspect to watch him for possible uprising. His lips curled into a wicked smile and he went to the closet in the bedroom to find some of his... er... Tom's clothing. He stripped himself of his Asgardian armor as quickly as he could. He found a decent looking T-shirt and slid it over his head. It fit nicely, but it was his after all. He continued to smirk as he went to the bedroom door and unlocked it. He came out of the bedroom, still smiling.

"Brother..." He grinned, he couldn't help it. His brother was truly daft. "Forgive me, I'd assumed that you were trying to hunt me down and bring me back to Asgard as your prisoner!" He walked up to Thor and clapped his brother on the shoulder, much like Thor used to do it him. Although, it was a lot less painful for Thor than it was when Thor used to do it to Loki. He knew Thor liked that when Loki tried to be brotherly. "I've truly changed in my absence brother. For you see, Nicole is the love of my life!" It ended up seeming more theatrical and rehearsed than Loki probably meant it to, but Thor never could tell the difference between real life and acting.

Loki stood close to Nicole and swung his arm around her and held her close to his chest, as if to prove to Thor just how much he "loved" her. "My darling, this is my brother, Thor..." He smiled at her, but started to grip her very tightly. If she had any thoughts of betraying him and telling Thor the truth, he'd make her suffer a long, painful death. Or at least, a long and painful punishment. Something very, very horrible indeed. The grip was his warning to her, if she wanted him to spare her life, she'd better keep quiet. "Brother, this is my darling Nicole." He sighed, albeit dramatically, "We were just about to become engaged before the cafe was destroyed, you see... In the mad panic, I ended up dropping the ring. It was... so unfortunate." He pouted, it was clearly an act, but he was convinced Thor couldn't tell. Thor was just happy that his brother was alive and well, most likely.

"The poor dear was even injured during the wreck... see?!" He forcibly grabbed her hand from her pocket and held it out for Thor to see. He knew he was embarrassing her, but he didn't really care. He couldn't have been bothered with her emotions. He needed to sell this to Thor most importantly. "I have not the energy to heal her, I used much of it trying to save her life from the ceiling when it collapsed." He dropped her hand and used his free arm to swing it around her as well and he held her... squeezed her close to his chest and rested his head on top of hers. "It is certainly nice to see you again, brother." Loki even turned to Nicole and forced a kiss on her lips in a further attempt to convince his brother that all was well. "But we have had a terrible day.. We need rest."

Loki was relieved when Thor left, but at the same time, wasn't surprised that Thor believed his story. Loki let out a little chuckle, but before he could turn to Nicole and say anything, she'd slapped him. His head snapped to the side, but it did not hurt him. He simply craned his head back to center and placed a careful hand on his jaw. He couldn't help but laugh, she was determined, but it would do her no good.

"This is exactly why you humans are so weak!" He spat at her. He approached her menacingly, slowly walking around the couch to where she had run off to... he was tired of playing games with her, now he would force her into using her powers and he'd use them for his own gain. He wasn't going to try to reason with her anymore, it wasn't worth the time and effort it would take. "I won't kill you, but if you don't show me this power you possess by Odin's life I will make you suffer... So much more than you already have. When I'm through with you, you'll simply wish I had killed you."

He couldn't help but laugh, "You think you KNOW me? Just because we might have shared nights together and gone on fanciful holidays together? You act as though you know what I truly desire, but you have no idea what that is. What I desire most is a throne. No amount of love and no promise of a world without loneliness will change any of that!" He leaned down to her level, getting her face. "Now, it's obvious to me, you don't understand. I didn't understand what I was capable either when I first learned how to use and control my own power..." He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek gently, but it was only to toy with her emotions...

"At the end of one's life, we're all alone..." He looked into her eyes, not out of romance or anything, but rather, trying to scan what she was thinking. He was perceptive, but not a mind reader. "You think finding salvation will make me feel accomplished? You don't know me, darling." He laughed, he couldn't help it. She looked so weak, but it was clear that she had the potential to be extremely powerful if only he could figure out a way to release that power within her. "I've sacrificed too much to get this far... I won't let this little... footnote in story affect the course of my entire life." He huffed, backing away from her, he turned on his heels and walked out of the living room, leaving her alone near the couch.

"I rather like this, though..." He didn't turn to look at her as he spoke, it was almost as though he were talking to himself. "I'm not leaving your side until I learn more about this power you don't believe you have." With that, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.