Unforgotten

Chapter 21

"You know, there were some things you guys could have left behind at the apartment," I groaned. It was early afternoon, and the sun was shining through the windows as I sat at my kitchen table with Aunt Pepper and Natasha two weeks after our return to New York. We were surrounded by the many bridal magazines that had been at the apartment, plus more books advertising flowers, invitations, bridesmaids gowns, and decorations, my head was beginning to spin.

"We need to get this nailed down," Aunt Pepper insisted, closing one of the magazines and smiling at me. "You wanted this wedding at the end of July, we need to get going!"

"I know what I want," I whined. "I want a small wedding, on the beach by Uncle Tony's beach house, with our friends and family, my baby, and the love of my life!"     

"Well – yeah." Natasha said, holding up her hand. "But there's a lot more that we need to make it the most special day of your lives!" I rolled my eyes. We were interrupted by shouting from elsewhere in the house.

"Loki!" A man's shriek, followed by clattering. We all looked at each other, then shoved our chairs back and ran for the hallway.

"Gods, Loki!" The three of us stopped in the doorway to Charlotte's room, where Thor and Loki had been sitting on the floor, playing blocks with Charlotte. I gaped at the sight before me – Loki had Charlotte on his lap, a tower of blocks in front of him, sitting cross-legged across from Thor, who had a taller tower in front of him – and a glinting silver dagger sticking out of his thigh.

"What the hell?" I asked, and both men looked up at us. Thor looked a little pained, and annoyed, and Loki's eyes glinted with mischeif. "What do you think you're doing, Loki? You don't just stab people!" Loki rolled his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the dagger vanished.

"I'll go get the first aid kit," Natasha offered, and I nodded. Suddenly I heard Charlotte squeal, and reach her little fist toward Thor.

"Wait –" Loki said, and Natasha froze. We all watched as Loki handed Charlotte to Thor, and she put her tiny hand on his thigh. A blue haze surrounded her hand, and his wound vanished. Thor's head shot up.

"Brother, did you . . ."

"Yes." Loki reached for Charlotte again, and she looked up at her father, putting her hand on his neck.

"Um, what the fuck is going on?" I asked, sliding to the floor next to Loki. His eyes were locked with our daughter's for a moment as he ignored me.   

"Yes, uncle." He said quietly. "He's okay now." Loki glanced at Thor, who looked equally shocked.

"Yes, I am healed." I looked at his leg. He was right – there were stains of blood and a small tear in his pants, but no wound showed.

"Loki, talk to me." I said, a little more insistent. He turned to me, and laughed.

"She is a healer." He said, smiling proudly.

"Did she just . . ." I asked, nodding at his neck. He blushed.

"Yes, she has been talking to me for about a week now," He said sheepishly. I glared at him.

"What do you mean, talking?" I asked, rocking back on my heels.

"Telekinesis." Loki shrugged. I stared from him to my daughter, who babbled at me, smiling, but clung to her father. I turned around and looked at my aunt and friend and they shrugged.

"Does that happen a lot?" Natasha asked. "You know, in babies from Asgard?"

"I do not know." Loki said, glancing at Thor. Thor merely shrugged.