Memory? What Memory? ~ A Drabble //OfficalyHornysPack
There is something about the Christmas season. It may not be a holiday celebrated across the realms, but hearing the snow crunch under boots, children laughing and the bells ringing at donation stations by men in red outfits, all brought together by the lights of all colors blurred out by the following snow, it did seem magical.
Narvi was done preforming for the season. Concert band took off half of December though June, but that did not mean she was going to put down the cello. No, she was gonna make her family proud. She was going to make her own name and she was going to thrive.
“Loki, Father, Tony, Toni.” She spoke looking at her list and then the inside of her bags. Christmas shopping was the best part. Finding a gift for someone, that they are going to love. Something they would look at and remember her, smile. That is what she wanted. “Victor is next. I know just want I want for him.” She muttered and folded her paper back up and shoved it in the pocket of her jacket. Oh Victor, just thinking of him made her happy. Gods he did so much for her, took care of her, brought her to school where she got a spot to advance her cello skills. Just being there he has calmed her, nightmares and panic attacks had decreased so much. He was her angel.
There was some confusion when it came out that he was Vali from another universe, a different father. That he was still a Lokison, but how could something that felt so right be wrong? Answer: Its not. He made her comfortable, he helped her thrive. And Narvi did the same for him, helped with his art when she could, even if that meant posing ~ being his model. Or when her glamor fell showing how scared up she was, it helped him grieve the past.
She stood for a moment her back to an ally way as she adjusted her bags on her arm and then her scarf before moving back into the walk way. However she did not stay there long. If she was expecting it, she could have stopped it. But the distractions of the holiday took all her guards away. Narvi was pulled back into the ally and thrown against the wall.
Blackness
“Ah, oh shit.” Narvi spoke and move a hand to her face. It was tender, painful to touch. But the first thing she felt was the throbbing. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath and tried to look around, tried because one eye hurt to much to open. She she went by what she could feel. It was not that cold, she was flat on the ground ~ which was wet. Narvi extended a hand to try to feel. There was no snow. “What the hell?”
It took a long time for her to sit up, ad even longer to stand She hurt, every part of her hurt. She was outside in the mud and she hurt. But it was christmas.... why is there mud? Narvi stumbled as she took her first few steps. She patted her self trying to find her phone. No phone, no jacket, no bags and why the hell was she in a dress?
This was not good. This was ver very not good. She tried to think back to what she could remember. Christmas. Shopping, Snow. Victor. Oh Victor, she needed Victor. She had no idea where she was, no idea where she needed to go to get to a road. Not like she could pay for a taxi, everything she had was gone. So she willed what ever magic she had and teleported her self to Loki and Victor’s, hers as well, address, outside the door.
Habit took over and she grabbed the door knob to walk in but as soon as the door started to open she fell over the door frame instead earning a groan of pain. “Narvi?” She heard his voice. She made it, she was home with Victor now. She felt his hand on her shoulder being gentle, as was his nature. “God Narvi you... Come on lets get you in.” The whole process was harder than it should of been, she was weak, and the worst part was, she did not know why.
Victor never left her side. Once they were on the couch, they stayed there. Narvi Curled up against him, putting her head on his chest. not talking just paying attention to what was going on around her. Victor had his arm around her keeping her there, safe.
“Mom. Narvi is back. Yeah. No, she.... she is pretty beat up. Okay. Yeah, we wont move. See you when you get home.” There it was, all over a phone call, her state of being.
“Im sorry.” She whispered gently. “I don’t remember anything.” Gods it hurt to even say. Something happened, Something happened to her and it is gone.
“Hey, we’ll figure this out.” He spoke gently and pulled her closer now with both arms around her. “Mom is on the way, you will be healed up. And we will figure it out.” Narvi pressed her head a little harder.
It was not long till Loki came though the door. Narvi could hear the foot steps stop. Apparently taking her in, she must have looked that bad. “Oh Narvi.... I am going to heal you okay, Also check to see if there is any sever damage.” Narvi nodded gently and felt Loki’s hands rest on her. There was some question asking.
“What do you remember?” Loki would ask. “Nothing” Narvi answered. “Whats the last thing you remember?” “Christmas Shopping.” She said with a sigh. With how long it took Loki to ask the next question worried her. “Do you know the date?” “No” “Does your Father know where you are?” “No. I thought of Victor first. I used magic to get here.” “Where are your belongings?” “I don’t know.” “Narvi..... so you know.... it is early March.” His hands drew away from her and she sat up. Oh that hurt her head but everything else seemed fine. She could open her eye, and by how fast she moved everything else seemed alright. “WHAT?! I have been gone for three months? What the Hell?”
Victor took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing her attention back to Victor. “Hey, rest. Well contact your father, you can go see him. But I need you to recover fully okay.” Narvi’s eyes were clouded with tears. Gods no wonder why it was a surprise when she walked though the door.
“You need a few days.” Loki spoke. “You are a really bad concussion. That needs to heal, and maybe as it heals memories would come back to you.” But did she want them to come back? She was clearly beat, damaged. Why would she want to know? Bit before she could get that verbally out there was another question.
“Narvi.” Victor spoke gently. “Where did you get this dress?” It was green, emerald green, under the mud that caked it. The sleeves were long and the skirt went to her knees. All Narvi could do was shake her head.
“I don’t know.”

















