Sunlight was streaming through his window, and birds were singing outside. He sat up and looked around. The room was familiar, yet unfamiliar. He knew where everything was, and yet it seemed like he was seeing each item in the room for the very first time.
He got up and walked to the nearby mirror to look at himself. He was young, he guessed around 16 years old, had a decent build roughly 5 foot 10 inches tall, but not big, muscular and beefy like the typical Asgardian God, rather like a sleek gymnast. He had shoulder length dark brown hair, big expressive eyes and delicate face. In fact, he would be considered pretty if he was a girl. He was wearing slacks and a loose fitting shirt, which made him look like a handsome pirate.
He thought of something. As Loki, he was a master of spells and sorcery, and able to use telekinesis to move objects with his mind, read and control minds using telepathy, and transform himself to other people or things.
He looked at a nearby chair, and tried to make it move. Nothing. He gestured his hands, thought about moving the chair really hard. But the chair didn't move at all.
He then looked at himself in the mirror again. He tried to shapeshift into a female version of himself. Nothing.
He tried to change himself into a wolf, yet nothing happened again.
Maybe it was all a dream? Maybe he wasn't Loki, but was all along this handsome young boy?
But he had absolutely no memory of who this boy is, and had only memories as being Loki. How could that be?
Suddenly someone barged in yelling "Cyril, are you still sleeping? We will be late!"
"Cyril? Is that who I am?" thought the young man who had the memories and powers of Loki as he turned around.
He was stunned by a beautiful face. She had golden blonde hair, hypnotizing clear blue eyes and a figure a ballerina would envy. She moved with a lithe grace that mesmerized him as he looked at her.
She reminded him of Lady Sif, Thor's warrior wife, who was beautiful and graceful while yet possessing the body of a dancer.
As Loki, he had a mad crush on Sif untold years ago in his godly youth. Unfortunately a trick went wrong and he accidentally cut off all her golden hair. He actually intended to use his mind to cut a lock and make a gift for her out of her hair. However Thor bumped into him causing him to lose concentration and accidentally cut off nearly all of her hair!
He quickly cast a spell to grow her hair back, but her hair that grew was dark black hair instead of golden blonde. This caused her to have an extreme dislike for Loki, ruining his chances with her. As they grew up, she married Thor instead.
He gave a small sigh, then looked at this girl in his room. "Kyra" he suddenly remembered, his best friend who has been by his side since as long as they could remember.
As he continued staring at her, she asked "Whats wrong? Are you alright? You look lost and confused". "I'm alright, I just woke up" replied Cyril as he walked towards her with a smile. She smiled turned around. "Go wash up, and I'll meet you outside. Hurry!" she said.
Cyril nodded. After she closed the door, he looked around his room. He found his boots, a white shirt and a black pair of slacks.
He quickly changed and headed outside where the beautiful girl was waiting.
Kyra grabbed his hand and started running. "Come on, today is the day, lets not be late" she said as he matched her running speed down the road.
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