"Can we just force him back to the palace with us?" One guard said quietly as they watched Loki still curled up to Tony but he had wrapped the man's arm around himself as he shook gently. "If we don't die from frostbite, he will." He muttered and rubbed his arms in an attempt to get warm again. The other guard stared at Loki.

"I don't know…" He said. "I'd rather risk the cold than him trying to kill us for trying to take him away from the dead Midguardian." He sighed. "But we can try." He said and they walked over to Loki carefully.

"Your highness…" The first guard mumbled quietly. "Maybe we should take you both back to the palace." He crouched down by him when Loki curled closer to Tony, his face almost covered by the cape that was wrapped around the both of them. "It's cold…and he should be given a proper burial, so he can go to Valhalla." Both guards jumped back as Loki's blue hand tried to claw at them. The blue bleeding onto his face as he felt rage bubble in him.

"He's not dead!" Loki screamed at them, blocking Tony from their vision and he glared at them. "Leave!" He hissed and they scrambled back as the ground began to get covered in ice. He kept glaring at them as they ran off, not noticing how he had frozen things over until he turned back to Tony. His lips had gone blue and the arm that was close to Loki was covered in ice. "No, love, I'm sorry." He said and scrambled to try to take the ice off and began to cry as Tony's skin turned black under his fingers from the cold. "Fuck!" he hissed. "I'm sorry!" He sobbed and pulled back until he could calm down enough to turn back into his Asgardian form. He crawled back to him as soon as he could and tried to heal his arm still crying. "You're okay." He said gently and stroked his cheek with his free hand. "You're okay… you're going to be okay." He promised and tried to blink the tears out of his face.

"He's not okay." A soft voice said and Loki's head turned fast to look at source of the voice. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at his daughter helplessly. "Father, he's dead." She said softly and sighed. The human half of her face looked at him sadly. "and he belongs to me now." Loki shook his head.

"No, Hela" he said. "He's fine. My Anthony, he's fine." He looked back at him and moved to touch his cheek but gasped as the body disappeared from under him and he hit the floor with a soft grunt. "No, no, Anthony!" He looked around desperately before glaring at his daughter, tears still running down his cheeks. "What have you done to him?" He demanded.

Hela was unfazed. "You wouldn't give him to me." She said. "I had to come and take him for myself." She told him softly and her eyes softened. "I'm sorry about your lover, father." She said softly. "But I don't make the rules of Hel, I'm simply an enforcer of them." She told him and sighed as he tried to shoot at her.

"Give him back, Hela!" He growled but his tone was so weak it was like begging. He kept throwing blasts at her, his eyes filling up more and more as they phased right through her.

She walked to him and gripped his hands tightly. "Stop, father." She said sternly. "You know better. I've explained how this works." He stared into her eyes, one pitying and one blank. "Whether he lived a full life, a happy life, or an empty one, a life was given to him. When someone ceases to exist, a life is taken back. That is the law." She said and slowly let go of his hands. They dropped uselessly at his sides and he stared at the ground. She watched him for a few more seconds and straightened up. "Life is a precious thing father… Many people who come to Hel, have wasted away suffering. Do not let that be your fate…. He does not want that for you." She said and took a step back but her dress was caught.

"You said 'he does not want…'" Loki said softly, his fist clenched tightly around her dress and she saw the white knuckles twitch.

"Yes." She sighed. "Right now, until we reach my realm, he resides inside me." She explained and touched her chest. She would never tell her father, but the mortal was giving her just as hard a time as he was, banging on every barrier inside of her designed to keep his soul captive. "Once I go there, his soul will be tied to the realm." She explained.

Loki stared at her. "And if… if it's not his soul? Would Hel accept that payment, all the same?" He asked and held on as she tried to rip her dress out of his hand.

"Father, no!" She hissed. "I won't take your life to spare that of some stubborn mortal!' Her eyes were filled with panic. Even as she said it, Hel, which was so intertwined with her own soul, began to demand him. She shook her head stubbornly. "Gods are not meant to be in Hel." She said. "And it wouldn't be a fair exchange."

Loki saw her begin to fight a losing battle as she stopped trying to convince him and more to convince herself. "Then take what is fair." He said softly. "Take the part of me that has lived, and split the life that remains between us." He told her and saw the desire in her eyes. "It's fair, Hela." He said softly. "The life I've lived... in exchange for a human life."

She knew his tone, his words meant to charm and seduce her with the idea. Hel fought back just as fiercely as she did, repeating Loki's words over and over in her head. "You would forget everything you have lived." She said. "Including him… you would start fresh." She told him, her last attempt at making him change his mind. "You would forget your magic, who you are, and what you like." She said as he stood.

He smiled - his eyes still red and puffy. "That will be fine." He said softly. "He has taught me who I was once before." He stretched his hand out to her. "I want the deal." He said. She sighed and looked at his hand and then back at him.

"Very well, father." She said softly and hugged him tight. "Promise I will not see either of you for a long time." She whispered. He smiled softly and wound his arms around her.

"I promise." He said softly.

Loki woke up slowly and he groaned at the splitting headache he had. He kept his eyes closed, very aware that he was being moved as his body regained feeling. He was warm and surrounded by the smell of cinnamon and soap and he pressed closer to the source. He blinked as he heard a soft chuckle. "Finally awake, huh?" A deep voice asked and Loki realized his face was pressed into the neck of a man.

"I suppose." Loki said and glared up at the offending light. It was almost morning and the man was carrying him down a long bridge of lights. He tightened his legs around the man's waist, not trying to make it harder for him to carry him down what looked like a long road. "Where are we?" he asked and realized he didn't know much of anything. He pulled back just a bit to look at the man's face. His warm brown eyes looked at him fondly and he had a soft, sad smile. He was familiar but he couldn't place him. "I'm guessing you know why I don't remember much." He said softly and settled back against the man's chest, tucking his face into his neck again and trying not to wonder why it felt right.

"Yeah." He said and kept walking, smiling as Loki buried himself in his neck.

"What the fuck?" Tony demanded as he looked down at his hands. The memory of the shot was still fresh in his mind and he touched his stomach to find that nothing was there except soft white clothes. His eyes widened as he saw Loki being set down on the ground by someone. Tony ran to him and crouched down by him. "Who are you?" He demanded of the woman when he saw her face. "What have you done to him?"

"Nothing he didn't ask for." She said. "I'm Hela, Loki's daughter." Tony looked down at Loki and stroked his cheek, comforted in the fact that he kept breathing. "I came here to take you back with me to Hel, but my father had another idea…" She said and sighed when Tony gave her a look to explain. "He traded your life, for the one he had lived, and has split what was left of his between the two of you. He won't remember anything." She warned. "Not his name, not his life, not even you."

Tony looked down at his with soft eyes and sighed. "You stupid god." He whispered and hugged him close. "Will he be okay?" He asked her and she nodded.

"He'll be fine." She said softly. "His personality won't change; he will just need to be reminded of everything." She said and began to head for the exit. "You should take him back to the palace. Dawn is almost here."

"You made a deal with Hel." He said softly and his arms tightened around him.

Loki blinked as the man's tone changed a bit. "Well that's a bit melodramatic to say, don't you think?" He said with a small smirk and grinned when the man laughed. It was a comforting laugh and Loki closed his eyes happily at the sound.

"I suppose it is." He said with a small chuckle. "But then you are a very dramatic person. You wouldn't even let me die in peace." He said fondly and kissed his head.

Loki pulled back to look at him. "You died?" he asked and for some reason the idea made him sad. "But you're okay, now… because I made a deal with Hel?" Tony nodded and sighed as they reached a town. "I can walk." Loki said and Tony set him down but held his hand. Loki smiled at him and tucked his hair back with his free hand. "So I'm guessing I traded my memories or something?" He said.

Tony smiled softly, like he still couldn't believe it. "Yeah… you traded the life you had lived and split half of your remaining life with me." Tony smiled at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world and Loki went red.

"Well, it must have been a pretty shit life without you then." He mumbled and felt his cheeks go redder as the man kissed him, warm and slow. Loki may not have had any memories but he knew that if he had done all that to bring he back, he must have loved this man, and from the kiss, he knew the man loved him back. "What's your name?" He breathed as the man pulled away.

Tony chuckled and looked at him fondly. "You would ask me my name before asking me yours." He said. "My name is Anthony, friends call me Tony." Loki smiled down at the ground. "Yours is Loki." He said and kissed his head gently. They walked to the palace slowly, the town slowly filling with people as they made their way there. Loki stopped at the edge of the castle and gripped Tony's hand.

"Anthony…" He said softly. "You'll be with me, in there, right?" he asked, knowing little more than that he had a brother and that Tony's friends thought Tony was dead. "You won't leave me again?"

Tony smiled and grabbed his hands and kissed them. "Never again." He promised and kissed him deeply.

A few years later…

Loki frowned as he looked down at his magic books. He was able to pick up on most of his life within a few years, except his magic and it was frustrating him. He hissed and threw a book across the room, not caring for the startled beep from Tony's robot. "Hey." Tony chuckled as he came in. "If DUM-e had a heart, I'm pretty sure you would have given him a heart attack by now."

Things were stabilizing back on earth. Once things about SHIELD were made public and the remaining SHIELD agents involved we captured, they returned back and tried to settle in with their lives again, everyone, except Natasha, refusing to do more hero work.

"It's not funny, Anthony." Loki muttered and crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't understand these idiotic spells." He said and glared at the table. "And the magic building up in me is not helping to put me in a good mood." He relaxed a bit as he felt Tony's hands began to run over his arms. "Not now, Tony." He said but relaxed at the soft touches. It had been hard on them the first few months, Tony had issues to work through and Loki was sometimes filled with fear that the other man would up and disappear someday, but they slowly worked through it together.

Tony felt Loki shudder as he pressed soft kisses to his neck. "I think now is a good time." He said and nipped at some fading marks from yesterday morning.

"You think any time is a good time." Loki half complained but his body reacted well to Tony, like it always had and he leaned his head back to expose more of his neck. "Insatiable creature." He breathed fondly.

Tony smiled and wound his arms around him, holding him in place as he kept marking him gently. "You say that like you don't like it." He said and moved around the chair to pick him up and carried him to the bed.

Loki gave a soft grunt as he was set down in the center of the large bed but then hummed happily as Tony began to undo his shirt, still peppering kisses down his front. "I'll learn to like it." He lied and moaned as Tony reached his hand down to palm at his member through his jeans, just to tease him and prove that it was a lie. "I do have more than 5,000 years to put up with you." He breathed with a teasing smirk. Tony smirked and he reached his stomach and nipped at the soft skin there.

"You do." He purred and undid Loki's pants and pulled them down and tossed them to the edge of the bed. "Hopefully you learn to put up with that torture." He said and smirked as Loki shuddered as the cool air hit his cock. He smiled and took his length in his hand and stroked slowly as he kept marking the skin on his hips. "Have I told you that you have a beautiful cock recently?" He asked and pressed a kiss to the head of it, pulling back as Loki thrust up in an attempt to get into his mouth.

"Y-yesterday, before I fucked you." Loki almost growled at the teasing, and trying to be dominating, but secretly loved how vulnerable he felt like this. He was completely bare under Tony, his length pink and hard in the man's hand, and he squirmed under the painfully slow touches. He gasped as Tony spread his legs open and nipped at his thigh.

"That's not very nice to say." Tony hummed and marked another bit of his thigh, moving up towards Loki's hole and felt him shiver almost violently as he was close. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue to the pink pucker slowly and licked. He moaned as he felt Loki's hands go to his hair and gripped it tightly. Loki moaned and arched up, his nails digging into Tony's scalp as the other continued his abuse on his sensitive ass. Loki had heard rumors of his past sex life, which was supposed to be as extensive as Tony's, but he didn't care. His forgotten past didn't matter because his present and his future was just Tony.

Tony pulled back and licked his lips, looking up at Loki with dark eyes as he traced a finger over the twitching hole. He loved watching him like this, when Loki was desperate for him and on the verge of losing himself to the pleasure that Tony was giving him. He pressed a finger in slowly and leaned forward to kiss his shaky thighs as he began to move his finger in and out.

"Oh gods!" Loki arched up as he felt pleasure spark through his body as Tony's finger curled against his prostate. "You're so slow!" He panted with slight frustration and tugged at Tony's hair when he felt the other press in another finger. "Mmm yes!" He moaned and tried to push down on the fingers. "A-Anthony just come up here and fuck me!" He whined and Tony chuckled.

"You're so impatient." He said and stretched him out a bit more and pulled his fingers out. "We're going to have to go slow." He warned him and moved up to kiss him and pushed his pants down. He smiled and looked down at him with love. "Gods, you're so beautiful." He purred and stroked himself as he watched him.

Loki looked up at him with soft eyes and reached down and wrapped his hand around his length and stroked him. "And you're incredibly handsome." He breathed softly and looked up at him. "My Anthony." He said softly and moved him down to line Tony up to his hole.

Tony smiled and held his hips as he pressed in slowly. "My Loki." He said softly and kissed him deeply, smiling as Loki moaned into his mouth. He moved slowly, occasionally stopping to let Loki relax around him until he was all the way in.

Loki moved his arms over his back slowly. "Anthony... move, please." he breathed, trembling under him as Tony's cock was deep in him. Tony looked at him with dark eyes and began to move in him slowly. He reached up to grip the headboard as he began to thrust in him slowly.

He looked down at him with dark eyes. "You're so beautiful like this." He purred and thrust in slow and deep, smiling as Loki gasped at each thrust. Loki brought his hands up to his face to cover it.

"Stop looking at me like that." He breathed softly but Tony felt him clench around him, knowing that meant Loki was getting turned on.

"I'm going to fill you up so much, love." He whispered and leaned down to take his hands off his face and pinned them down on either side of his face so he could look down at Loki's blushing face. He nipped at his jaw. "And you're going to come with my come filling your belly."

Loki closed his eyes, not understanding how Tony could pull him apart so easily. "Tony, fuck..." he tried to get his hands out from under him but relaxed a bit and just focused on the pleasure when Tony's hands laced with his own. He was losing himself in the pleasure, just having Tony surround him and encompass all his senses. He felt heat in his stomach and tried to hold back. "Tony, I-" he moaned as Tony caught his lips in a deep kiss.

"Hold on." He breathed and began to move faster in him. "Together." He told him and kissed him again as he came. Loki's screams were swallowed by Tony and he looked up at him with soft eyes. Tony smiled softly at him and pressed soft kisses to his lips as they caught their breath.

Loki smiled into each kiss and looked up at him with loving eyes. "Love you." He said softly. "So much." He gave a soft happy sigh as Tony's hand moved to touch his cheek.

"Love you too." He whispered."For as long as we both live." He promised and sealed it with a deep kiss.

Oh god, finally done! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and let me know what you thought about this!