"What could you possibly hope to gain from lying to me?" You shouted at the long haired man who had supposedly been called Thomas Gardner. He had been your lover for nearly five years. "Is Tom your name? I demand an answer!"

The pale man looks incredibly frightened by my outburst. "My name is not Tom. My name is Loki, and I am from a place and time far from here."

Your face must've shown confusion, because this... Loki figure just chuckles, lowering his head. "A different time? What on earth do you mean?"

"Exactly. Not Earth, and not the 1960s." Loki's face turns into a frown. "I am from a distant realm called Asgard. You must've heard the legends, for it was us who saved your planet many years prior. I have been... kicked out of sorts. I came here for refuge." He then smiles softly. "I found you instead."

You jump up from your seat, arms crossed and very angry with him. He's lied to you for nearly five years. "What could you possibly hope to gain by lying for five years, To-Loki? Why?"

He grabs your arms gently and turns you around, making you face him. "A friend, I'd hoped. Now? The love of my life, and believe me, that's a very long time."

The anger in your heart start to ease off, replaced by sadness. "I wish you had told me the truth, Loki. I wish I could've found out somehow other than walking in on you with your magic."

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. "I know, love. I am sorry. I was afraid you would be afraid."

"Well, I am. Of losing you." He smiles at you, and you smile back. "Tell me of Asgard. Tell me everything."