The crashing thunders just outside the window were nothing but stressful for my little baby boy. As I rocked him, I said with a kiss on his head. "The Gods are certainly angry, aren't they? Don't let it bother you, sweetheart. The storm will be over soon."

My hums calm him almost instantly, his little coos fade as he drifts off into deep slumber. I ran my hands down the sides of his chubbed cheeks, curling the dark locks on his head. I remember sitting there, admiring him. Everything about my boy was perfect, down to that little birthmark on his chest.  My baby, Blue.

When I heard the door of the nursery open, I just smiled and got up. He was cuddled in my arms and I didn't want to let go but I did. I placed him into the bassinet. "Isn't he beautiful? Mesmerizing?"

"Come on, you should get some sleep." The voice replied, walking over and taking me by the arm.

He was very kind to me, patient but always busy. Even now, I don't remember his face but he was my husband for a part of my life. I'm not sure if he remembers me any more than I have. 

It felt like only yesterday Blue was born, tiny and helpless. Now, he was leaving my side and off to school. 

His little rosy cheeks had lost their fullness and he was beginning to look like his father more and more every day. When I dropped him off, he hadn't an ounce of hesitation. Only mischief gleamed in his eyes. 

I, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of letting my boy leave my side but it had to be done. When I got home, I was greeted with the mess made that morning by both him and his busy father. The clothes were scattered on the floor, all for a favorite tie. My feet were now immune to the little blocks littered and somehow I kept finding little pieces of flakes in the crevice of my chairs.

Nevertheless, I began cleaning. The only sounds of the house were my humming and the vroom of the vacuum that assisted me with my work. It was at that moment when I heard a loud crash, a zap in the kitchen. It seemed like all my pots had fallen off their hooks and a few plates were broken, but of course, it scared me. Someone was in my house. I froze for a moment but quickly dropped to the floor, picking up a bat previously stuck behind the couch.

"W-who's there? Get out of here the cops are already on their way" I tried to be brave but my voice had let me down with whispered requests instead of stern demands.

I walked slowly towards the kitchen, and now I could hear water rushing and some sort of bickering. "Tch, I'm a God, not a toddler."

It was a man, a deranged one it seemed but he carried a thick accent. It sent shivers down my spine to think I might have to fight off a crazy purse but when I finally saw this man I was in shock. It was overwhelming, I didn't know where to look.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I said, pointing the bat at them.

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I first noticed the illuminated blue cube sitting on my counter, then the back of a man in what appeared to be a strange green jacket with long dark hair running behind him. He was trying to clean something from this jacket with the sponge at the sink but when he heard his head darted towards me. He said nothing at first and instead looked at me with eyes that seemed to be in a trance. "Freya." Came softly.

Who the hell is Freya? My name was ******.

I repeated, as confused as the last time. "What are you doing in my house? And what is that?"

He dropped the sponge and lifted his hands up as if to surrender. "No, no, no. You don't understand, it's me. Loki. I came back."

I squinted my eyes, I would remember someone like him and my name isn't Freya. "You have to get out of my house. Now!" I yelled almost as if to plead. "I don't know who you are so just leave me alone."

"My name is Loki, your name is Freya. Or was, I'm unaware of what you go by these days, my love." He then spoke slowly, hands on his chest with a gleam. Even though I didn't know this man, he was certainly happy to see me judging from his smile and those gleaming blue eyes.

"N-no. It's not." I said then gulped. "I'm not saying it again."

"I can prove it," Loki responded then flipped his hands, as of to do a card trick but instead he held a photograph. "Here."

I looked at him then at the picture. This must be the most my heart has beat. I'm trembling and I'm not sure of anything but this photo was ... "It's... me?"

"Yes, Freya. It's you... and I." He said, sheepishly. "And we're-"

"I know what we're doing. I can see the legs." I groaned, why would he keep this picture to prove to me that I know him? I had to get my head on straight. "This is impossible, I've never cheated. This isn't happening." I held my forehead and backed away.

"I'm here right now. Trust me, darling." He was trying to help, he tried but how could I listen? He then pulled the bat from my hand and threw it across the room, before I knew it he flashed a knife in one hand and pulled me to his side with the other. "I can't let you go." He whispered in my ear. I tried to ca myself but the tears streamed down my face making him feel more guilty. "I refuse to, my love." I broke down, I wanted to let my body fall but he held me so tight, he was right. He was never letting me go.

"Please put the knife down. Y-you're scaring me."

"Let me prove to you who I am. I'll get your memories back, Freya." He breathed deeply as his eyes darted around. He still held me as he walked me back toward the glowing cube.

"My memories?" I said, my eyes lit up. I stared at the picture on the wall of a baby I would die for and a husband whose face began to seem more and more strange. "I lost memories? What do you mean by that?"

"I have to admit. I'm not the most trustworthy person." He clenched his teeth. "I did some terrible things, I got carried away in the process. I hurt you but you still loved me when no one else did." I could hear his deep breaths, he was smelling me. "Even before I..." Lokie paused.

I closed my eyes and silently wept. I knew there was something missing but I tried my best to keep going but now...  Was this it? Who am I?

"There is... something else." He said as he kept his eyes around the exits. "We don't have much time left so if you want to go with me to do this. There's a chance you won't make it back in time. Do you want to take that chance with me, Freya?"