Loki strode purposefully into the derelict warehouse (what a cliche), and then stood still.
'Amora,' he bellowed, 'Cease your pointless hiding. We both know that you are here.'
Silky-smooth arms wrapped around his neck, and his nose was filled with the perfume of ... seduction.
There was a reason she was called the Enchantress.
'I knew you'd come to me eventually. Have you grown tired of your little mortal?' Amora spat the word mortal as if it possessed a vile taste.
'Never,' said Loki, 'She is far too complex to grow bored with.'
'Even with no memory?' Clearly Amora still thought that Savannah had no recollection of her recent past. Loki decided not to correct her.
'What did you do to her?'
'Me?' Amora asked, feigning innocence and hurt, 'I did nothing. We were only playing a little ... game.'
Loki resisted the urge to slam Amora's face into a wall, repeatedly.
'I am going to ask again, Amora, and I expect you to answer. What did you do to her?'
Loki was still having trouble completely restoring Savannah's memory, but it would most definitely help if he knew what had happened to her. Otherwise, he was certain that his spells would be rendered useless, as she was already forgetting again.
He knew that if he had waited much longer, there would be nothing he could do to save her mind.
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Autumn Leaves
FanfictionThe sequel to Winter Sunshine. Loki was sent to Earth as punishment for his crimes, and the Allfather decreed that he would return when he felt regret for his actions. Loki regrets his actions, but he doesn't want to leave Earth. Or, more specifical...
