This is it folks, the last chapter. This is my first fanfiction and I am very happy to actually finish it. Thanks for all the responses!

He would have thought she would have given up by now. It's been over a week, and still Sif has been following him all day every day. It was like his shadow come to life. She followed him to the library, to lunch with his mother and would sleep on the cot she had pushed into his room a week ago

She wouldn't say anything, not unless he said something to her first. She stopped going to spar with Thor and her friends and only ate when he did. He found that to be the cause of him remembering to eat more and go to sleep at a decent time.

It also made it impossible to leave without his father noticing.

The routine meals and the regular sleep made him feel better over time but things still didn't feel right. He couldn't seem to get into a routine. All the things that he used to do before, he couldn't seem to get into now. Reading only held a minimal interest. He felt better when he was around Darcy but as Jane's assistant she had her own errands to run. Despite his shadow, he was lonely.

With a huff of frustration, he threw his book of magic on the table and leaned back into his chair. With a tilt of his head he saw Sif sitting on a chair in the corner of the room looking directly at him with a vested interest and yet she said nothing.

With a sigh of frustration he sat up in his chair. "Why are you following us? Don't you have something better to do with your time?"

"Better?" She didn't like that word. "No. You are the only thing important right now."

He snorted. "That seems unlikely."

"It isn't." She insisted. "I'm here for you, whether you want me to be or not."

He stares at her for a moment, unsure of what to say to that. After a moment of thought he could find only one response. "Why?"

"Because I love you?" It was simple to her.

He went to correct her. "You loved…"

"No. I love." She stopped him before he could continue." You. Right now. Blue skin and red eyes doesn't change that."

"Blue skin and red eyes change everything." He got to his feet in a hurry. "Why can't anyone see that?"

"No." She stood up to be level with him but keeps her tone light. She didn't want him to feel attacked. "It changes somethings."

He stopped his pacing and looks at her. "So then you admit things are different?"

"Oh yes. Things are very different." She agreed readily. "But this is not. We are not. You and your brother are no longer blood brothers, but he loves you as one. Your father is not your father, but you are still a prince of the realm. Your mother did not birth you and yet she still favors your talents over Thor's. You and I though, there are no buts. We are still as we were. Two lovers who are in love."

An eyebrow rose. Maybe she did understand. Everyone was trying to pretend as if nothing changed, as if nothing was different, but they were. She seemed to see that.

Slowly, he let his glamour leave him. His skin turned for pale white to a soft blue to a bright one. His eyes went from green to purple to red and then he sat before her, in his full Jotun form. What would she say now? Would her words still be the same now that she was faced with the monster that he was?

She steeled herself when she realized he was changing. She wanted her reactions to be true but not at all dramatic. She wanted him to know the truth. Yes he was different, but not anything bad. Slowly, as if he'd run if she moved to fast, she walked to him.

He watched her come closer and watched as she raised an arm to touch his face. "No matter what form you're in." She told him. "You belong to me."

A strong shiver ran through his body.

"See." She told him. "No change here." She pushed him back to his chair and slide onto his thighs straddling him. "My beautiful Loki." She kissed him then, eyes open and she watched as his eyes slid closed.

His body softened. "Sif." He breathed as the kiss ended. "We never thought you'd still love us."

And there it was, the very basic fear. Maybe now he could see that if she loved him so could his family. "And yet here I am, loving you still."

"I have nothing to offer you."

There was no we. He was not speaking for the kingdom he thought he was. His own created people where he could fit in. No, he was there with her. "All I want is you."

"That's all I have." He said it in a small voice as if all he had wasn't enough to fill her heart.

"That's more than enough."

She knew then, the strength he had to possess to lose everything in a moment, go to the brink of insanity and then return again. Him, the smaller of the two brothers, the weaker and the lesser, possessed a strength that no warrior could ever have. It would not be perfect and he might wake up tomorrow speaking for the realm in his head, but at least now she was in his realm and root him reality. Where he might not have been king, but he was loved no less.