A/N: the last one. *sniff* I love you guise. Thanks for reading!

Fran

He thought he could wait. He thought he could let things cool down, have a conversation with her and let her explain. But he had become desperate the second day of their argument, each time he tried to walk out, eat something and pretend nothing had happened he saw her again and his heart hurt inside. He couldn't do it. He couldn't ignore there was no other thing to do but leave.

Thor had asked him to wait, give a couple of days and maybe the anger would fade away as quickly as it came. He said love made things better and Natasha loved him. But he didn't feel better, no. He tried as hard as he could to bring sense into all of this but each time the memories of Clint's words hit him.

"She doesn't love you"

"She doesn't even like you"

"She never did"

The decision had already been made.

He disregarded his Midgardian clothes, changing into his old attire. He sighed heavily as he ran his hands along the leather suit, feeling what was yet to come was going to be ten times worse than being brokenhearted.

The minute he walked out of his room all eyes were on him. Thor had got up from the table as quickly as he saw him and so did Natasha in front of him. She gasped at his old suit and understood immediately the meaning of it all.

"I am ready to go home, brother." he spoke to Thor; he exchanged one last look with Natasha, whose eyes were already getting watery. He ignored the pang of grief in his chest.

"Loki don't do this, please." she begged, tears now pouring down her beautiful face.

"I have made up my mind. There is nothing you can do about it." he spoke to her, for the first time in a couple of days.

"We can talk about this, we can…"

"No. There is no need for you to explain, or talk, or make up excuses. Everything that was needed to be said, it has been said."

"You never gave me a chance to explain, you never listened."

"I have heard enough." He stared at Clint for a brief second, who looked down in shame, "Thor, take me home now"

"Brother…"

"Just take me home."

Thor shared one more look with the rest of the team, who once again were watching the exchange in silence neither of them knowing quite well what to do or what to say. He figured Loki's relationship with Natasha had surprised them as much as it has to him.

She had looked at Pepper, desperate to seek comfort or a word of advice. She had made a slow head motion towards the door, and she suddenly remembered her silly intervention about blocking the door if Loki ever decided to leave. She was desperate; she was going out of his mind and was too emotionally drained to think about something clever to do.

So she ran towards the door and stood there, blocking their way out, just like Pepper had suggested. She might look like someone completely out of her senses but she didn't care, not anymore.

"Natasha, what are you doing?" Loki asked, standing in front of her with Thor by his side.

"I'm not letting you go."

"I already told you…"

"I know what you said, I know." She snapped, "You're hurt, you hate me, you despise me even and I don't blame you. What I did was wrong and I get it. But Thor never told me to fall in love, he never told me…to feel what I feel. It just happened."

Silence filled the room as she spoke her last words. He was certainly not ready to hear her say that, he just assumed she would fight for him to stay or convince him somehow not to leave, he had never expected her to stand on his way and say everything she had said. He had no idea, though; because in his time of drowning in his own sorrow he hadn't give her the opportunity to explain herself.

"You hurt me, more than you can ever imagine." he whispered to her

"I know. I know I did and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" she moved slightly away from the door and walked towards him, hoping and praying he wouldn't walk away from her, "Please don't walk away from me, please don't leave me like this…"

He let her touch him, her hands coming up to his face, warming his cold soul. He wasn't supposed to fall that quickly again but the way she looked at him; the way she spoke made him think her love had been real all along.

"Come on brother. Think about your decisions" Thor interfered, breaking their moment just to reason with him once again. He stared at his brother briefly and then to her again.

"I do not know what to do…" He whispered frustrated at his own confusion.

"Stay, we can work this out." She hated begging, hated it with passion. But she also used to hate Loki and that changed long ago too.

"I do not think it is the best choice"

"You said you cared about me, remember? You even said you love me once…why can't you stay with me and make this work?"

He wasn't going to admit that falling in love had been the scariest feeling he had ever experienced. He was the God of Mischief, he had dreams of conquering an entire world, he had wanted to rule an entire nation, and he had never wanted to fall in love with anyone. Especially a Midgardian but the simple fact of not being able to live without her freaked him out.

"Or maybe you just…don't" She whispered sadly, taking her hands away from his face slowly.

"My feelings for you have never been a lie; there was nothing but honesty in my words."

"Then stay. For me, for us" it was the worse way she could ever convince him to stay, manipulating him with her feelings but it seemed to be the only way to go.

He seemed to be hesitating; his eyes didn't show rage or displeasure anymore. If he was about to mend his own broken heart, he couldn't walk way. And truth be told he loved her. He loved her too much to just pretend he would be better without her.

So he gave up. He gave up on his plans of leaving.

"Okay…" He whispered the smile that showed on her face bought a new light to his heart, "I will stay."

"You will?" she sobbed

"Yes. For us"

She wrapped her arms around him, sobbing softly on his shoulder. His own hands came around her waist to pull her closer; those two days without having her around had taken its toll on him. He never thought he would miss her so much after being apart for so little time.

He pulled away briefly, only look at her eyes and touch her face. He bend over slowly, his lips came to rest upon hers in a sweet and short kiss. He wanted to kiss her more but the people surrounding them made him nervous, for the time being it was just this.

They had all the time ahead of them to express their new found love.

He wasn't going anywhere after all.

THE END!

my babies, I ship them so hard!