I'm in the middle of my exams and decided to start writing again :) 

Beams of light caressed your face, making your eyes flutter. Satin sheets hugged your soft skin, while your hair laid messily around you like some kind of halo, adorning your angelic face. You groaned, tilting your pounding head to the side and cracking one eye open. 

A dark silhouette sat at a dining table, reading away in a book. He looked up at you as you tried to move your heavy limps. 

"Well, look who finally decided to get up," he mocked, putting his book aside, shoving his chair back a little. You squeezed your eyes shut and brought a hand to your head. What had happenend? 

You tried to say something to the man, but the words didn't come. Footsteps approached you and halted near the bed, his daunting figure leaned over you. 

"You should get back to work," he stated, folding his arms behind his back and grinning. You didn't say anything yet. You got up slightly, your weight relying on your elbows to hold it up as your head started spinning. Your tired eyes scanned the room, the golden ceiling with its crystal chandelier, the marble walls, the green satin hugging your body. The man frowned and was about to scold you when you interrupted him. 

"Where am I?" He seemed dumbfounded then, and pressed his lips together. He straightened his back, making him even taller than he already was. 

"In my chambers," he replied slowly, gauging your reaction as if to see if you were joking or not, lying or not - you weren't. Alarm bells slowly started going off in his head and he quickly shoved them aside. You nodded, consumed by your thoughts. 

"And... who are you?" you questioned, looking up in his gorgeous emerald eyes. His breath hitched. 

"I'm Loki," he said in a deadpan tone. His body language softened and he sat down on the edge of the mattress, scooting over to you. He took your face in his hands and examined you, tilting your face in all kinds of directions. 

"Do we know each other?" You looked at him with big eyes and Loki felt his heart drop. He stammered. 

"Well," he said, the alarm bell now too loud to ignore. His mother was fond of you, if she found out he smacked your head against a wardrobe door and caused you to lose your memory, he would be a dead man. "Do you remeber your name?" 

The question made you pause, made you wreck your brain to find the letters of your name. You slowly shook your head. 

"Y/N, you're Y/N," he whispered. "I - we are - uhm - you're my girlfriend." He'd better conjured an other version of himself to stab him. Now what? 

"Oh," you said. 

"I mean, we haven't been together for a long time, in fact no one know about it yet," he lied. He smacked himself mentaly. Why did he always had to lie? Perhaps it was to supress the guilt making its way into his bloodstream, and who cared anyway? Not him, certainly not you, you didn't remeber anything to begin with. He probably could make you do anything he asked for. 

"What's happened? My head hurts really bad," you whispered. A knot formed in his belly. 

"You hit your head," he replied monotonly, dismissing the question. "Do you remeber anything at all?" He waiting patiently for your answer that would never come. "Who are your parents? Can you read? Anything?" You shook your head, and suddenly felt like crying. You felt supid you couldn't answer any of his questions. A lump formed in your throat and tears spilled from your eyes. 

"I'm sorry." Lokis heart dropped. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you closer, something he would never have done when you were still you. Was it guilt, pity - a mix of both? 

"We'll figure it out, I promise." 

You both sat there for a great amount of time before you eventually pulled away. 

"Where is the bathroom?" He smiled. 

"On your left," he whispered, brushing the strands out of your face and drying your tears. You nodded, getting up and instantly regretting it. Your vision turned black and you fell to the ground, the room spun around you and the sheet you were wrapped in dropped to the floor, leaving your bare. 

He shot up from the bed, trying not to gawk at you as he wrapped the sheet around you again. He had removed your clothes while you were out, thinking it would be funny - you screaming at him to return your clothes - but now it wasn't funny anymore. 

"You okay?" he asked. You blinked a few times. 

"Yeah, I guess." 

As you were freshing up in the bathroom, Loki had brought you a long dress to wear. You proposed to have a date night where he would tell everything about him - and you. And he reluctanly had agreed.