Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

Agent Coulson Lives!

Tony raised an incredulous eyebrow, glancing around the room slowly.

"What about it?"

Loki rolled his ocean coloured eyes in annoyance. He was not in the mood for game playing. "Do not play ignorant with me, Anthony Stark. I did my research. I know you are the weapons and tech expert of my brothers little 'team'. Tell me what you did."

Tony blinked stupidly at Loki for a few moments, before turning his bewildered gaze toward his friend. "You got any idea what he's talking about, Point Break?"

Thor sighed. Loki had no tact. "What my brother meant, is that this realm is under some form of duress, and we know not what has caused it. The people do not remember New York."

"This one," Loki added, gesturing toward Lanie. "Is under the impression that your precious tower finished construction only this month."

Tony nodded, letting out a huff as if this information was blatantly obvious. "Clearly, after someone oh so rudely destroyed my last one."

Lanie's expression twisted, allowing it to settle in that the men that had been in her company were not lying after all. This had really happened, and these people had memories that were missing from her own mind. The thought frightened her. Her brain could not comprehend all the additional information, and when she met Loki's eyes, they were shining with frustrated tears. Loki looked on her for a long moment, saying nothing at all. He studied her, intrigued by the emotional state she found herself in. Why did she care? He intended to find out.

"I told you." He said softly, tilting his head to the side curiously as she whispered, "I believed you."

Tony shook his head wildly. "Would someone like to tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Loki took this as his opportunity to press her further.

"Yes, do tell him, Lanie. You have the floor."

She bit her lip, cursing him mentally as she rushed to collect her thoughts. She didn't want to look stupid in front of Tony Stark, of all people. She wasn't entirely sure what bothered her most; the fact that there were Norse Gods who were definitely real and tangible, which shook her faith more than she'd like to admit, or the fact that someone had wiped precious memories from her mind, which was an invasion of the most basic of her human rights. She frowned.

"I'm just...I need a moment. Did you really kill as many people as Thor says you did?" She asked, Loki's eyes dimming as he thought about the question. If he hadn't known any better Thor might have actually thought he looked remorseful. The look didn't suit him, though Lanie would have disagreed. His wide blue eyes looked like a wounded puppy.

"I...might have. Sort of. I mean not personally, but there were a few casualties..." He admitted sheepishly, taken off guard as she looked as if she were going to vomit. She refused to meet his gaze after that.

"Get out of that car. You are in there with my best friend, and I want you out." Hurt flashed across his face briefly, not expecting the sudden judgement from her, but it faded as quickly as it came. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but all of a sudden, his connection was lost, and he opened his eyes back in the car. He shot a bewildered look at Emily, who gave him a half-dazed smile.

"Oops...I didn't know I couldn't let go..."

"Oh, for the love of—" Loki grabbed hold of Emily's hand roughly, fizzling back into view in Starks cramped office space. "Sorry, Emily isn't as...responsive as she could be right now."

Lanie narrowed her eyes at him. "Why is that?"

Loki shrugged, uninterested in explaining himself to her. He'd felt judged enough for one evening. Tony cracked a smirk.