This fic was inspired by an amazing prompt and even more amazing art by teejaystumbles on Tumblr.

Prompt: "So this is the result of my head, imagining Loki stories. It goes like this:

After being brought back to Asgard after the Avengers Loki gets stripped of his powers by Odin, who is really very not amused by all that Loki has done on Midgard. Because Loki is Loki and loves being a sarcastic, accusing, still slightly mad, bad-mouthed bitch, Odin looses his temper and hits him pretty hard around the head, sending him down to Earth again to live as a human and see what happens. Loki looses all his memories due to the hit and fall and can't remember even his name. He manages to settle in in a new life. He meets nice people who help him. He works at a café. When he's not pranking him he's flirting with his co-worker, and is genuinely happy. Until one day a certain billionaire playboy philanthropist Loki doesn't remember to have ever met before walks into his café and proceeds to try and rip his head off - after finishing his coffee (because it was too good to waste dammit)."

CHAPTER 1

Loki was put down on his knees before Odin, shackles on his hands and mouth still sealed from speech.

"Loki," Odin started, looking Loki in his dark, angry eyes."I keep you silent so that I may speak to you without interruption"

Loki never stopped his glare, even after Odin looked away.

"I know of what you did to Jotunheim, and the destruction you sent to Earth," Odin stopped his pacing to look at Loki again"Though you are my son," Loki squinted at the word son, while Odin continued "I can not let these crimes go unpunished. Tomorrow I will take from you your powers and magic and banish you to Earth, the place you sent chaos upon. But...no one will help you or even look your way while so much anger and hate is inside of you, only when you find humility will you find kindness."

"Father?" Thor spoke up, to him if it had not been for Jane and Erik, he would have been lost.

Odin put his hand out "My decision is final Thor," He looked to Loki again " I hope that you can come to peace with your inner demons. Guards take him to his holding room, where he will stay until morning."

Loki looked at Odin with venom in his eyes as the guards lifted him up from his knees. He didn't even acknowledge Thor's presence as he was walked out of the room.

Thor visited Loki in his cell an hour before morning approached. He hovered at the door for a moment before speaking. "Loki?" he heard no reply.

"Brother, please talk to me, I know they have removed your gag. I know you are filled with much rage and hurt, but this punishment will only help you, just as it did with m-"

"Besilent Thor, I do not wish to hear of your rise to honor and kinghood before I am to be stripped of everything that is my being," Loki hissed from behind the door.

"Broth-"

"No Thor! I will hear no more from you!"

Thor knew he could not reason with Loki at this point. He hung is head in resignation, he had wanted desperately for things to have gone differently. If only he could get through to Loki, to show him that there is more to life than revenge and hatred. He hoped that his brother could come out of the darkness, that was now consuming his heart.

Morning came and Loki was brought before Odin again. "Loki I know you are fully aware of the severity of your crimes and now you must face judgement for them."

The guards prepared the teseract to open the portal to Earth, Odin raised Gungnir, his spear "I take from you all your powers and magic."

Loki felt all the life drain out of him but still let out a laugh, "You think sending me to Earth will teach me anything? That somehow miraculously I shall come back a changed man like your golden child?" He looked to a dishearten Thor.

"Loki you will learn about forgiveness, from those whose lives you took, lives you tried to destroy and forgiveness for yourself."

Loki let out another crazed laugh "That will be the day."

"You will hold your tongue son." Odin said as he slammed down his spear, the sound ricocheting off the empty room walls.

"Heh," he smiled " 'son', you think you can do anything All-father," saying the last word full of hate. "You can not handle either one of your 'sons', you are nothing but an arrogant fool!"

Odin's rage took over him, and in Loki's now mortal state, struck him against the head with Gungnir, sending him into the portal to Earth.

"Father!" Thor yelled in shock. Odin staggered, once again weakened, this time by the hatred he felt from his son and the guilt of striking him out of anger. Thor grabbed him by the side to straighten him back up. "Gaurds get him to the healing room at once!"

The guards supported him, one on each side, and took him out of the room. Thor was conflicted to follow after Loki to Earth, to protect him, but his father was weakened yet again and he could not leave Asgard or his family and friends unprotected. He knew that even without his powers that Loki would be able to use his intelligence to get him though. He prayed that his brother would be safe until he could leave Asgard.

0o0o0o0o0

He awoke to someone shouting at him, 'Be quiet' was all he thought. His head was pounding and his body ached resting against a cold, wet wall. He went to hold his head in his hand but it felt wet. When he brought his hand back into focus it was covered with blood. The man that had been shouting was now holding him up, a hand on each shoulder. He wasn't sure why but he hated the feeling of this person touching him and tried to push him off, but to no avail.

"Listen, It's going to be okay," The man's face was strong with concern and worry.

He tried talking but the man's face was getting blurry. "I've called an ambulance they should be here any minute, just try to stay awake."

He blinked hard and looked at the man 'what is an ambulance?' he thought. Whatever it was it did not sound good. His instinct told him to fight and run away, but before he could do anything, everything went black.

He awoke again, this time to a beeping noise going at a steady rhythm. He had to blink a few times before the bight white of the walls was able to be focused. He had to turn his head to look around because something was blocking the view out of his left eye. He reached to pull off what ever was on his head until he heard a "Hey" a soft voice coming from his right.

"Hey do you remember me? I'm the one who found you," The stranger said while getting up.

He nodded, he vaguely remembered being yelled at by this person.

The stranger got close to him, "you were pretty beat up, what happened to you? What's your name?"

He thought for a moment "I…I do not know."

"You don't know, what do you remember?"

He thought again, a whirl of colours going through his thoughts but nothing more.

"I…nothing." tears started forming in his eyes, it was all too much. What was happening and where was he?

The stranger placed a hand on his arm, "hey, just calm down I'm going to go get the doctor and see what he has to say."

He shook his head and closed his eyes again.

When he was finally able to lift his eyelids again the stranger was still at his side asleep in a chair. There was water next to him on a table, he tried reaching for it but was stopped by a sleuth of wires attached to machines, coming from his arm. He tried sitting up to get a better angle, this caused the bed to signal an alarm that he was attempting to get out of the bed. This immediately starting making his head pound again and woke the stranger up.

"Hey are you feeling any better?" The stranger got up and turned off the alarm.

He simply nodded his head.

"My name is Tre by the way, I talked to the doctor and the scans say you hit your head pretty hard and that it's given you amnesia."

He furrowed his brow in confusion at Tre.

"Um… it means your memories are gone or just lost. He said that people do sometimes get their memories back but that depends on a number of things."

"Why?" his voice cracked and Tre handed him the water, which he downed in one gulp. He cleared his throat and tried again."Why are you doing all this for me, you do not even know me."

"That's just how my family raised me. You always help someone in need if you can. Put yourself in their shoes." He lightly shrugged.

He layed his head back down on the bed "How long have I been here?"

"About a day and half," Tre said.

"You have sitting in that chair for that long?" he said surprised.

"I thought you'd want a semi-familiar face to wake up to." he smiled

He couldn't help but smile "The way I see it, it is you who needs help."

"Not the first time I've been told that," he smirked.

He smiled again "Thank you for everything you have done, I am in your debt, I do not know how I will ever be able to repay you."

"Why don't you come live with my family and I?" Tre said cheerfully.

He looked at Tre with a mixture of shock and confusion "I said repay you not owe you more."

Tre laughed again, "It's really no big deal my uncle owns an apartment building and my parents own the small café next to it. I can set you up with a room and you can work in the restaurant as payment."

He started to tear up again, was he dreaming all this?

"You know just for as long as you need, if when you get your memories back you want to leave, you just do what ever you want."

A single tear escaped his eye as he closed it. A mixture of relief and good drugs had him almost passing out again.

"Are you ok?"

He opened his eyes again "Yes, just tired."

Tre put his hand on his arm "I've got to go but, the nurse has my phone number to get in contact with me, I'll come by everyday though until they say you are okay to be released."

He nodded and whispered another "Thank you" before smiling and passing out for good, his dreams filled with nothing but blurs of color and figures he couldn't make out.

It took him a couple of days but he was finally able to sit up and eventually start walking again, with a lot of help from his nurse. He walked, dragging his iv in hand, to the hallway of the unit he was in. He glanced at the white board by his room door and read the name on it "John Doe" he whispered to himself. Was that his name? His nurse came up behind him. "That's the name given to people who come in and have no identification, we can change it if you'd like."

He shook his head "No that is okay, I am sure I will get my memories back soon, until then John will do."

Tre came by everyday like he said he would, keeping him company while he recovered. A lot of time was often spent teasing and laughing at all the questions John asked him.

One time,"what is a hot dog?" John said while watching a grilling show on Food network.

"You know, I don't think anyone really knows for sure," Tre said with on eyebrow raised, "I think it's just a bunch of random meats put into a casing."

John made a disgusted face, "That sounds quite unpalatable."

"You know, you talk weird." Tre said jokingly.

John shot him a glare.

"Not that that's a bad thing, kind of like...Shakespeare," He said while waving his hand around.

John shot him a questioning look this time.

"He was a famous writer known for his colorful vocabulary," he smiled.

"I suppose I will take that as a compliment," John smiled back.

Two days later he was well enough to be released. They cut the huge bandage that had been wrapped around his entire head and left only a smaller bandage still covering half his face, from his left temple to under his eye. Once the bandages were removed Tre frowned at him.

"What is it?" John was worried now.

"Well, sorry about the hair," Tre grimaced.

"The hair?" John felt his head and felt nothing but stubble and gave Tre a questioning look.

"Your hair was down to your shoulders when I found you, I guess they had to shave it to assess the damage."

John just kept rubbing his head it did not feel right at all, but there was not much he could do about it at this point. He put on the clothes Tre had brought him, jeans, a black shirt and a faded green, denim jacket. Luckily they were about the same size, though his pants ended up being more like high-waters on him. Which Tre got a good laugh out of, much to John's displeasure. Tre signed him out and the nurse wheeled him to the waiting car outside. "You be careful now, I hope your memories come back soon dear," she smiled as she helped him out of the wheelchair.

"Thank you, you have been so kind." He took her hand in his and kissed it. She had been so patient with him while he was coming to grips with everthing. Like learning how to use the television and the cell phone Tre had gotten him. He was certain that he had never even held a cell phone before.

Tre drove them to the apartment his uncle owned while John sat silently looking out the window taking in all the sites. It all seemed so familiar but so foreign at the same time. All the thinking was starting to make his head hurt again so he opted to close his eyes for the rest of the ride.

When they arrived Tre introduced John to his family; his parents and uncle . They were so friendly he really still could not understand why they were doing all this for him, a stranger. When he asked them they gave him the same spiel Tre had given him. He thanked them so many times he lost count and could not help thanking them again after settling in to his room and being invited down the café for dinner. After dinner he considered it to be the best food he had ever had, Italian they called it. They walked him back up to his room to let him relax, he thanked them again and swore to repay them for everything.

A couple of months went by and John finally felt like he was belonging. He was getting the hang of all the technology and learning how to take orders and work around the café. Besides the occasional rush of people it was a peaceful time. Sometimes he wondered if he even needed his memories back. He always worried though, if someone was missing him or looking for him. Something in the pit of his stomach always told him that no one cared and that he shouldn't dwell on it. He was happy here, making new friends and creating new memories for himself.

A/N: This is my first piece of fanfiction so I hope you enjoyed it!