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THE AMNESIA MEME

Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???
4. PROFIT.

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ... whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into... something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now -- that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

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Another one of their battles, hammer to staff, brother against brother, which raged on amongst hurled insults and justifications. This time around it had been over Niflheim: Loki had wanted to banish every Jotun there with the aid of Hela, honorless lives meted out before death even, and Thor would not have it. The Jotun deserved their own realm; no matter how they might plot against Asgard they had not broached the pacts of war and did not deserve a casting out to the wastes of Niflheim.

“I say thee nay, brother!” Thor roared for the dozenth time against one of Loki’s twisted reasonings over why the Jotun deserved that fate. The elder brother had grown frustrated and annoyed with Loki to the point he battled harder than he normally would. Loki fought bravely against him, able to hold his own using strength and magic both, far longer than most would have.

In the end it was Mjolnir which decided the battle. Once, twice, thrice did the great hammer come brutally against Loki’s chest and while the younger brother flew backward through the air Thor gave a mighty yell and threw Mjolnir. It twirled quick through the air, flashing silver, and before Loki landed it hit him square in the forehead.

Thor held his hand out and the hammer obediently returned to him while he stalked with thundering boot falls to his fallen brother. A storm of anger shown on his face and Thor heaved giant breaths as he stared down at Loki.

“Stand, brother. We return to Asgard! Thy fool plans are done with here.”

Hela had been properly persuaded, Loki always had a sweet tongue for her, no matter how questionable her temperament was. He always managed to smooth things over, and of course the promise of Thor was part of that bargain (like any deal he'd ever made with her) his brother was to be her own.

No matter how oddly uncomfortable that idea was to him. However when the battle turned sour Hela descended with a word of warning for Loki to surrender. Yet he did not. Instead he kept fighting, and it was soon to the point where he was fighting his brother alone. Magic was tired, body ached, and his physical strength was shameful next to Thor's. But it was the stubbornness that kept him going.

Until he was quite literally knocked out of his mind. He dumbly stared up at the Golden God of Thunder and swayed before he fell flat on his face. The last thing he'd recall was Thor's face.

For when he woke he was startled so with a shifting shape that had him in a body of a woman. The sheets around him were glorious, yes, but she shoved them off her naked body as if they burned her flesh and she hopped from the bed almost afraid as if she'd sink right into it. She had no recollecting of how she got here, of the sound of her own voice, and definitely the feel of her own body.

So she screamed.

The scream startled the servants silently cleaning Loki's room. The attendants were under strict orders not to bother Loki while he recovered from the hard blow to his head, thanks to Thor's temper getting away from him. They were also under orders to inform Thor immediately upon Loki's waking. They did so, but what they failed to do was inform Thor of the state Loki was in upon that waking moment.

Thus was the elder brother quite surprised when he strode into the room to find not his brother as himself, but his brother as a woman. Thor stopped dead in his tracks for just a second. Her naked body caused him a long pause in his stride and he had to remind himself this was not actually the beautiful (and quite voluptuous) woman it appeared to be but his brother. Thor stared for a moment at how distressed his brother was, before he motioned for the rest of the attendants to leave. When they had, Thor closed the doors behind them then took a few cautious steps toward Loki's bed.

He was, as usual, dressed in leather and metal in colors of silver, blue and red. His thick red cape hung from his shoulders but Mjolnir was not with him. The great hammer was left in his room.

"Loki?" he asked, with a cocky grin on his face at the female form his brother wore. "Why do you look thus?"

Edited (reading fail) 2012-08-12 09:10 (UTC)

Loki did not feel any shame, so she did not feel the need to cover up her body, and the most dominant feeling she felt was fear. Fear that she did not understand where she was and who was talking to her and what these people were doing around her. She pointed to the bed, almost accusingly, "that––I.." the voice was so unfamiliar and she nearly choked on it.

"Where.." Her words fumbled messily from her lips. "What do you want from me!"

"I want nothing more than to apologize, Loki. The force of the blow was far greater than was necessary." Thor moved slowly toward the bed, eyes taking in Loki's naked body with curiosity over his neglect to cover it up, as well as the point in being female now of all times. He was of course aware of Loki's incalculable talent with such illusion but rarely did he see it in such a way.

"As for Father, he wishes to punish you. However my words convinced him allow me time to speak with you first, once you had finally awoken." Thor had no idea that none of this would make any sense to the god. When he reached the bed he raised an eyebrow as he stared at the very female chest on display. "Is your intention to distract me?" He chuckled.

She looked down to her bare breasts and then quickly covered them with her arms. Her hands held tight to her upper arms. "I don't understand what you're talking about." She spit back. Then she moved over to the vanity in her room, hiding beside the large table full of bottles. "Get out! Take.. them with you." She looked over to the strangers in the room that were giving her a very wide-eyed look.

"Leave me alone, all of you!" The handsome golden stranger was especially annoying because of the way he talked to her, it was like he was expecting her to follow along with some story they had read together, or some play being performed.

Thor motioned for the servants to do as told, and once they had all left he shut the door behind them and turned to face Loki. "Brother, I do not understand either." Thor considered briefly that this was a trick, that this woman was not actually his brother but somehow Loki had escaped and placed her here. Except that there were certain things about her that seemed like Loki to him. The blackest of black hair, the emerald eyes, the same glare he had been receiving for a thousand years.

And Loki's female body really was distracting. Thor found himself looking more at it than at his face, unable to help himself. "You have recuperated since I hit you with Mjolnir. Loki, you were yourself -- a man, and in your deep slumber you took it upon yourself to change into this." He motioned to her. "I know not why. But now you are awake, you can change yourself back."

Her eyes widened at the word, at the masculine indication and further her mouth dropped at this stranger's accusations. "You assaulted me! And now you dare call me.. a man!? Your brother?!" She was escalating into hysteria and she reached for a bottle and threw it, aiming for his head. "Get out! You insane… you.. insane.." Tears began to sting her eyes and she moved a hand up to her face and wiped at them angrily. Her arms were no longer covering herself but instead eager hands began to find other things to throw at the stranger.

"Get out!"

"What--" Thor held up his arm to block the first bottle, it broke against his arm but he hardly felt it. His brow furrowed heavily and he took a step back. "Loki, what--" And another bottle came his way and Thor dodged to the right to have it miss hitting his head. It instead hit the door behind him.

When the tears came he became concerned but the more that came flying his way he became angry.

"ENOUGH!"

Thor's voice was a bellowing storm coming to crash down on the room and the look on his face was just as thunderous. He had come to apologize and check on Loki's well-being and instead he got this emotional display of trickery. He still was not entirely happy with Loki for the whole reason this had begun, and he felt he had no time or patience for this.

"CALM DOWN."

"How am I suppose to calm down!" She asked him, pale faced and wide eyed with tracks of tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know where I am, I don't know who you are, I.. I.." She held her palms to cover her face. "I don't know who I am!"

But this was all his fault, all of it, and she knew it. "So leave me alone, I have nothing to tell you, I have nothing to say.."

"You are Loki, of Asgard! God of Mischief! How can you not know yourself?" Thor stalked closer now that objects had stopped being hurled at him. As he got closer he stared at the tears and Loki's cowering body. Could it be true, had Mjolnir really hit him this hard? Thanks to his years as a human's physician, Thor knew such head trauma was entirely possible and temporary memory loss also not uncommon. He had not heard of such a thing happening to a god.

...but he had hit him pretty hard, and Mjolnir was no ordinary hammer...

Guilty settled on him and Thor calmed down, and began to feel quite bad for Loki. "Loki--"

Thor sighed and moved away from him... her, and to the gigantic walk-in closet. He pulled loose the first robe he saw and brought it out to her, then draped it around her shoulders before stepping backward. "You are who I have said you are," he spoke more gently now. "You wear the perfect illusion of a woman now, and so you are a woman for this time, though some days ago you were my brother Loki and yes, this is my fault it would seem. I will help you, I vow it, and we will return your memories to you."

She held the robe close to her body, tightening it and covering herself as she calmed her tears and listened to this crazy creature. "Get out." She insisted, once again. A coldness that came all too familiar to her. This was some maddening scheme and she felt completely conspired against and she moved toward the golden brute and began shoving him. "Get away from me, you did this to me!" Anger took her then and she began pounding fists onto his strong chest and she knew from the first two strikes she was weak, weak against him. She could not remember yesterday, last night, this morning, she only could remember the heat of the bed that warmed her to sweat and the scream that was foreign even to her own ears.

Then those almost horrified looks from those men inside this room she did not know, now him. Him who claims fault for this. "Why help me when you've reduced me to this!" She felt close to bursting yet again. Afraid and full with rage, and strength, but unable to focus it, channel it. And he was strong.

So much stronger, her assaults proved that and the fact that she was so much weaker. She would need to escape, and as soon as he left she would make a run for it.

"Loki!" Thor frowned heavily as those fists came down on him and he endured it, because this was his fault and now he saw it as his path to fix that which he had caused. "I will help you because I had done this, unwittingly so but all the same! I wish no harm upon you Loki, for we had fought a thousand times before and never was this the result."

Thor captured her wrists as gently as he could, and held her arms out so that she would stop her useless assault on him. Thor held them for only a few seconds before he let go and instead brought his hand to the back of Loki's head and held there as he would his brother.

"I would help you because I love you, my brother. I do not wish for you to be in this state with no memory of yourself, nor of me." It occurred to him, sadly, that she probably did not even know his name. "I am Thor, God of Thunder. I am your brother, and I love you."

As soon as the sentiment was shared, she tore herself from his touch and turned cold and saddened eyes to him. "If that were so, then how did I come to be this way? How had I come to not know myself, you, and this love you speak of." More curious was the talk about al the fights they had between them. "Why do we always fight, why do you not give to me what I want." She reasoned.

"This.. I would not think anyone would want.." A sigh and her eyes fell to the floor with a softened expression. There was nothing, no memory of anything. She knew how to talk, to walk, to cry even, but when did she learn these things and from whom?

"Perhaps it was you who had first taught me to know anger, to know fear, to cry even.."

"I--" What could Thor say to such cruel accusations? He removed his hands entirely from her and took steps back, the hurt shown on his face and he shook his head. No, he told himself, it was not true.

Was it?

"Even now your words are cruel." Thor placed his hand to his chest to feel the hammered beating of his heart, for the break it felt at such sounding thoughts to come from the person he loved most in the nine realms. "If such was true, then it be even more my responsibility to make right now. Loki, if you would let me. I wish to help you. And then when you are yourself again you may condemn me with all your memories in tact, if that is your same conclusion."

Thor stood straight again and let his hand fall, then he gave a very courtly bow that was also his pledge in motion. "I shall leave you, and I will consult Asgard's greatest healers and sorcerers in regard to your memory loss. I suggest you stay here, and rest."

Her lips pursed and she gave a small nod, though it was a lie she felt as if it were only known to herself. As soon as Thor had left Loki began to look for something to wear, the clothes all were too big, and when she poked her head out of her room she saw nothing but emptiness. Until a servant came walking by with a pile of folded linen. "You there, come here… quickly." When the servant entered Loki's room, she knocked her out and stole her garb and dressed herself. Though the dressing was difficult, she couldn't figure out some of the way the folds of the robes went or how the face cloth was suppose to properly fold over her hair and mouth.

In the end she walked out with a mess to her dress and found herself slipping by a few guards and a few rooms that looked nearly tempting to enter. One smelled and sounded like a kitchen and she had to rush by before the temptation became too great.

It was ten minutes into her search for the exit of this grand building and at that time she realized that she was held captive in a damn fortress. When she finally followed steps down to the night's cool air she looked behind her and realized that it was a castle and thought twice before she continued on her escape. She had no way of knowing where she was going or where she was, but she couldn't stay there. She felt so upset in that room, so paranoid, so conspired against. She could not stay.

Two days on the streets until she was finally caught and brought back. She found herself forced to kneel before some God, Odin, who did nothing but banish her back to her room, this time with a chain to her ankle. It was long enough to walk around her room, but not to escape and not to even touch the balcony railing.

A god's body could last a very long time with no food, rest, or water. That did not mean it was a pleasant ordeal nor desirable in any way. Gods had great appetites for all things, food and rest included, as well as drink and warmth of a body. All of these things made a God content, and Loki had been deprived them all for a long while now. Not only while his body was in its long sleep, but especially now he had been wandering Asgard.

Thor fully believed the story now. Had Loki wished to escape all he would have had to do was wish himself somewhere else and magic himself there, not run around like a poor lost human. Thor shook his head as he followed the procession of servants to Loki's room. The kitchens had been busy on his order preparing a feast fit for a God. They entered before him and he bid them fill the long table in a part of Loki's chambers with the spread, then he ordered the attendants most familiar with Loki to prepare the giant bath (more like a small swimming pool) with his favorite scents, oils and soaps.

When all that was done he moved finally to the chained trickster and he bowed, much like he had the last time they saw each other. "Loki, welcome back. Mother and I were greatly worried for your absence... what would you wish first, food or bath? After, you can rest if you desire."

She was tired, very much, and hungry, and filthy. She bit her bottom lip and looked at Thor, unsure, but too exhausted to fight him. "I'll bathe first." She insisted. She did not like the idea of her filth mixing with the smell of the food. She would rather enjoy the meal when she was clean and fresh.

When her answer was given, she pointed to the cuff to her ankle. "Will you personally hold my chain, God of Thunder, or am I to be trusted with more servants." She looked from the golden creature to the servants who gave her a look and she offered them a promising smile. She would choke them, one by one, maybe drown them, after her bath of course.

Why?–– well she did not know why. But it seemed like something she should do.

Thor caught the look and glanced at the servants who were looking rather frightened. He set his jaw and looked at the chain. He knew he was strong enough to keep Loki held if he wished to, for he seemed incapable of magic in this female form. Thor's eyes went up her leg then darted to her face. Even dirty, she was beautiful.

He sighed and motioned the servants away. "I shall keep you company," was how he worried it. Thor moved outside the room long enough to acquire the key necessary and when he returned he unbolted Loki from the floor, and he kept the chain in his hand as he lead her through to where the giant bath was. It smelled very good indeed. Loki had always impeccable taste in such things.

Thor sat himself on one of several marble benches in the room, eyes downcast to his boots. He did not wish to make her feel uncomfortable as he had that first meeting, not if he could help it.

"I have been busy while you were away. I had spoken to Karnilla on your behalf, she ... is a powerful enchantress. And Amora, and consulted others beside. So far I have few answers but I have promises from powerful Asgardians to look into this and find a solution."

For some reason the idea of someone being powerful, in sorcery, made her cringe. "Hn." She gave Thor a look, and to the hand that held her chain. She undressed herself and tossed the clothes aside with little interest to ever wear them again. Perhaps she dressed too poor, she would also need to take some things of value to hock off for food. Maybe a place to stay for the night.

The chain jingled when she stepped toward the pool and drowned beneath the creamy-white surface of the water. It was warm, but not too hot, she liked that. She hated the heat, she knew that, and felt uncomfortable with anything too hot. But this was perfect.

Maybe she shouldn't focus so much on running away but on staying and enjoying the provisions offered to her. Even with a chain, she could not think to be treated any better. Almost like a queen. Ah, but, Frigga was the queen here, was she not? If that creature was to be her mother, Loki could not be convinced of it. There was no love, no sight of familiar traits, nothing to suggest that she was. Nor for Odin, for that matter.

But Thor, she was still very unsure about the golden one. Once she was settled in the water she sat there and looked around the lonely room. "I do not see how you are giving me back my memories if it is from another you find to spell my mind with … whatever history you'll have me know."

"I would have you know your own history!" Thor glanced up, brow furrowed. Loki's constant second-guessing his motives would never be something he got used to, even a thousand thousand years from now. It was frustrating and yet part of who he was. This could be none other than his Loki, for the paranoia and distrust in such a simple statement, worded concisely and cruelly.

"Their consultation is merely a means by which to obtain that. Not a history given to you, but a remedy to whatever blocks the memory you already have, locked away in your mind."

His gaze went down to the water where much was hidden and some was not. He wondered, if Loki had been born thusly, if his life would have turned out differently...

Thor looked back up to Loki's face and he let out a huff. "You always did assume the worst of me. What I do, even our fights, so often is for your own benefit. Never do you see this in my intention, always do you see darkness and hate. I would offer you light and love, would you ever let me."

"Ha! You mean to persuade me as such but your very tone holds such disdain and truth! Our fights, our fights brother, from your very mouth is what warrants my caution to believe you would offer me love.. and light, whatever that means." She splashed at him angrily, and looked away.

A huff from her own lips and she looked toward the pillars of gold that gave this room added warmth. "You tell me piece by piece of what I have done in the past and so much of it offers little indication that we liked one another very much at all." She moves cruel eyes back toward the golden creature.

"You fight me for my own benefit, I trust you not, I assume the worst, what makes you think these tales would offer me comfort?"

"Comfort is not truth and I have no desire to lie to you, Loki. And always have I loved you, always. Even when it was I fallen victim to your lies and trickery." Thor shook his head and folded his muscle-bound arms over his chest and stared up at the ceiling until he was splashed at, then he looked down at Loki with amusement donning his expression rather than frustration.

Thor stood and let his arms drop as he walked slowly toward the pool. "What you fail to remember is many of those fights were your instigation. You enjoy a good fight with me, I am certain of it, and few others are able to mettle against me half as well as you."

Loki huffed and recoiled as Thor drew closer, yet she could only move so far away as he still held her chain. "Is that the way of it then?" She gave the golden god a scheming look and with the thin of her lips she shook her head. "Maybe I'll never know what really happened, maybe all I have is your word, and I'll remember nothing. So.. I guess you'll just have to try harder." A small grin to her lips.

"Because I find myself in disbelief."

‹ Loki Laufeyson › ❄°ｍａｒｖｅｌ

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