Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

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*Loki's POV just for fun*

I remember every detail so clearly. The rainbow light of the Bifrost glimmering off (Y/N)'s armour, her then long hair whipping around her face in the wind, the frost giants storming Asgard. And I remember her hands on my face, her lips pressed desperately to mine before she shoved me off the bridge, tears streaking her face as she whispered "I love you."

I curse my father, curse (Y/N) for being so heroic. She'd always taken the fall for our tricks when we were growing up, always endured the punishments. And now this, stuck on Earth with no memory of her previous life.

"I need to get stuff from town," her voice snaps me out of my daze, "you can come if you want, but I'd prefer it if you just left me alone."

"I'll come with you if you don't mind," I try not to let my hurt show on my face, "you might need someone with certain... abilities."

"Yeah," she mutters, "who doesn't need a magical psychopath when they go shopping."

"Oh come now, (Y/N)," I follow her to the door, "you needed me before."

"Nope," she says stubbornly, "keep dreaming."

I must admit, I find her grumpiness kind of hot.

No, I tell myself firmly, she's my best friend. Yes, she kissed me, and yes, she told me she loved me, but friendship is love too. Not to mention the fact that she pushed me off the Bifrost straight afterwards. She doesn't even know me now.

Fumbling with a key, (Y/N) unlocks a small shed to the side of her house, revealing a shining black motorbike. She brings it outside, locking up the small building after her and holds out a helmet to me.

"Take it," she says, and I do as she tells me.

"See?" I grin, "you care."

"I don't," she argues, wrapping a scarf around her face and pulling on a pair of snow goggles, "but it'd be a shame to ruin that pretty face." I swear she smiles, albeit smugly, with the last remark.

We come to a halt outside a large building, and (Y/N) taps my leg lightly, signalling me to get off. I slide onto the ground, raising my hands to remove my helmet.

"Stop," she grabs my wrist, "can you be less conspicuous?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice muffled by the helmet.

"You're kind of a mass murderer and a wanted criminal," she points out, "can you like... I don't know, change how you look?"

"Right," I say, changing into the body of the blonde tanned guy I used when I first came to (Y/N)'s house. "Better?" I ask, removing the helmet.

"Yeah..." she studies my face, then nods, apparently satisfied. "You can stay here with the bike," she continues, "I'm going inside." Without waiting for an answer, she walks straight into the building, leaving me staring after her.

*Normal POV*

"Rice, bread, instant soup, beans, sugar, coffee, tampons, toothbrush, tooth paste..." I mutter, pointing at the items in my basket as I list them. There's something missing...

"Milk!" I slap my face, walking quickly to the fridge section and grabbing a carton of the stuff. One can survive on powdered milk only so long.