Redemption

Broken Memories

I had lain back in bed shortly after he left, my mind a torrent of questions with no answers. The feel of his breath on my cheeks still swam in my mind, and the dark color his eyes turned to before flashing back to ice made my chest stir every time I thought about it.

When the first rays of the sunrise started peeking out over the tops of the city, I forced myself out of bed and into the shower to try to relax my thoughts. I felt almost heartbroken, and I wondered if it was because of the short story of his fiancee, or if it was the almost-kiss. I shook my head angrily as I ran the towel over my body. I was selfish to want that kiss, especially when he was still heartbroken over the death of his love. Besides, he was still a stranger. And come just another day from now, who knows what would happen with that mysterious blue box that I saw in his lair.

Wrapping the towel around me, one already in my hair, I made my way out to the main room. When I ran my gaze across the room, I jumped, seeing him sitting silently in the recliner. One leg over the knee of the other, and his thin fingers running across his chin almost angrily. His focus seemed to be elsewhere, and I slowly made my way to him. He was wearing another suit, but this one was grey with a white shirt. It actually looked really nice on him.

Once beside the chair, I kneeled on the floor beside the recliner. "I'm sorry," I murmured my gaze to the floor. "I should have stopped you before you got too close, it wasn't right of me."

He shifted in the chair, and I looked at him from the corner of my eye, seeing his eyes snap to me on the floor. After a moment of silence, he gave a loud sigh and leaned back in the chair, placing both feet on the floor.

"It's my fault. I-I thought that...well, I don't really know what I thought." He cleared his throat. "It had been so long, and I suppose because I've just had this strange feeling ever since I saw you-"

My body shuddered at these words, and I looked over at him fully as he continued.

"That maybe something I couldn't explain was happening. It's been a very long time, and I have every right to move on if I so choose. Friala would have wanted me to..." he went silent then, looking far-off once more.

"I...I'll admit, I've felt a pull towards you since that night, too. I don't know what to make of it, though. I've always been a romantic, so maybe..." I shook my head, going silent.

We sat in silence for a long while, and after several moments, I moved to get up from the floor, sure my legs would have imprints of the carpet.

"Wait-" he stood, "would you...would you like to see her?" He asked, holding his hand out to me. I smiled and took his hand, pulling myself off from the floor.

"How? Do you have a picture of her?" I tilted my head, and then remembered the towels as the one on my head shifted from the weight. "Oh! Gosh, wait!" I blushed, my chest heating. "L-let me get dressed first, I'm so sorry, Loki." I rushed to the bags of clothes and grabbed a few, scurrying back to the bathroom.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching me with an amused glint in his eye. "Take your time."

After getting dressed, he had me settle onto the loveseat. I sank gently into the seat and watched him as he came and sat beside me, his knees turned towards me, giving his full attention.

"I have another magic trick," he smirked, "I can give you memories, or I can go into yours. It will allow you to see through my eyes," he held out his hand and I took it.

"Your memories? A-are you sure?" I blushed, my thoughts instantly wondering if I'd see anything I was exactly not willing to see.

He grinned, "I'm sure. I can control which ones you see. It'll be fine, you just have to trust me." He squeezed my hand lightly and leaned forward, pulling my face up by the chin. "Do you trust me?"