And here's the last chapter, guys. Thanks for the reviews and thank you for reading. Sorry it took so long for me to come back to and finish, but thanks for sticking with me! I hope you enjoy!

Ana laid on Loki's mattress with his arms around her. It wasn't the first time she'd been in his bedroom, but it was the first time she'd been there since they first kissed. It felt different now—more intimate, somehow. The days of their friendship were over, or rather, their relationship had far surpassed the confines of friendship. It was much more, now, and Ana preferred it this way. It felt so…complete.Normal. Right. She almost forgot what it was like before.

She, however, could not forget the look on Thor's face when he saw them kissing for the first time. The image haunted her, mostly because she couldn't seem to confront him about it. A few days had passed, and Thor was nowhere to be found when Ana was around—or when Loki was around, for that matter. His omnipresence in her life had suddenly shifted to no presence at all, and it was jarring.

Ana knew he needed time, so she didn't pursue him after accepting he didn't want to talk. She felt horrible about the whole ordeal, but at the same time, she knew she didn't regret her relationship with Loki. Looking back, she saw how inevitable it was that they would eventually end up together—she just wished she hadn't hurt Thor in the process.

Ana sat up slowly. It was getting dark, and she was still expected to be home before the sun set. When she stood up, Loki stood with her in one fluid motion, as if he was her shadow. He kissed her hair and she smiled, but she knew her smile was not entirely genuine due to the conflicting thoughts of Thor that had been circling her head for majority of the afternoon.

She leaned in to kiss him. And that was genuine.

He walked with her into the hall, their arms linked, as if he was escorting her. As they rounded a corner, they ran into Thor. He stood still, and looked between them for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Hello, Lady Ana," he said. His voice was still warm, despite the formality, but his tone hinted of melancholy.

Ana glanced at Loki, and he nodded, already anticipating her question. He let her arm go and walked back into his room. Ana and Thor stared at each other.

Ana wanted to hug him. She wanted to cry and beg for his forgiveness. She wanted to tell him how horribly she felt and how much she still valued their friendship. She wanted to rant about her wrongdoings and accept his punishment of ignoring her for the rest of eternity.

But when it came down to it, all she could manage was, "I'm sorry."

Thor nodded, and she hated it. She hated seeing the sadness in his eyes and the pain she knew she was the cause of. She expected him to yell at her, or perhaps leave without saying another word—she felt she deserved as much, if not worse.

But instead, Thor took her hand gently, and kissed it. "I understand," he said quietly.

Ana felt the tears well up in her eyes and the hollow ache in her throat. She nodded, and as she looked into Thor's eyes, she knew he truly meant it. He did understand.

Before she could say anything else, she heard a rough but feminine voice behind her.

"Thor, are you coming?"

"Yes, Lady Sif," Thor answered. He offered Ana a small smile. She returned it and they shared one last look before he walked to join Sif.

Ana was alone for a moment, and she knew it was because Loki had intended it, knowing she would need the space to collect herself. When she felt collected, Loki was at her side again, not a moment too soon.

He walked her to the door, as he always did, but Ana paused before leaving. She turned to face him, and her heart beat faster still as she looked into his eyes.

Loki watched her as if she was the only person in the world. His eyes searched hers, as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning. She took a breath. She knew what she wanted to say. She'd said it before, but she hadn't said it since the first time they kissed, and all of a sudden she was a fearful—as if perhaps all of this was too good to be true, and if she closed her eyes for too long it would vanish in a haze, like the rest of her daydreams.

But she spoke, knowing the words were as true as they ever had been, and as they ever would be.

"I still love you, if it means anything."

At this, Loki's lips spread into a brilliant smile. He took her hands in his and leaned closer, speaking right against her lips.

"It means everything."

And he kissed her.