Aaaand... Hello, dears!

A brief epilogue, just to wrap things up. Notes at the end!

Also I´m not doing the disclaimer. You know I´ve got nothing.

In Plain Sight

Epilogue

No one said a thing next morning, when Loki stepped into the dining room after a brief hesitation.

In fact, no one sad a thing until two weeks later when Clint complained loudly that Thor and Loki were really trying to eat them out of the tower and succeeding.

It was only then they both realized he´d been living in the tower and had no immediate plans to go. They went into a minor freakout and Loki disappeared for three days, but he came back with a six-eyed bird for Tony and Bruce to fawn over and everyone knew better than to say anything about it.

Except Thor, but whenever he stalked around Loki with a knowing smile or muttered cheerful things in a language they didn´t know, Loki seemed contented enough with turning his furniture into sheep, ducks, and, on one memorable occasion, peacocks.

After the third time Pepper borrowed funds from Stark Industries to open a petting zoo somewhere outside the city. The income was used to buy Thor new furniture, and thus the circle was closed.

They still fought sometimes, of course. The city would darken with storm clouds and the tower would grow chilly no matter how high the thermostat was set. Natasha still stiffened whenever Loki walked into a room, and Loki did as much with Bruce. But it never got too far, and it was mostly ok.

Steve watched Tony tinker away with these or those blueprints in one of his tablets, Loki sitting at his side lost in a book or a movie, and surprised himself thinking it felt good. Normal.

A part of him still expected Loki to vanish again at some point, and never come back. But every day said part´s voice grew weaker and doubtful.

After six months it had completely shut down.

The first time Loki helped them on a mission was purely coincidental, and they learned not to piss off a god when he´d been forced to sit quietly at the back of a charity act for seven hours straight. It was far messier than it should have been, and the PR was hell. but it worked out in the end. It somehow always did, and they had their suspicions that Loki was brainwashing some big fishes in the media and politics networks.

When asked about it he denied it, of course.

Thing was, after that S.H.I.E.L.D. let them alone and the pieces finally fell into place. Things were as they were, and they were good.

Unbeknown to them, there was a point at which it could have turned out... Not so well.

They were at the beach again. It had become a custom.

Lying on the sand just like the year before. But now he was free. To do as he pleased, to escape to wherever he wanted. Loki had felt specially risky.

"I want to show you something." He said, and his words kickstarted his heartbeat in such a way that he wanted to backpedal immediately.

"That´s always promising." Tony grinned, half rising to rest his weight on one elbow.

Loki stayed where he was, staring ahead at some point amongst the shiny mass of stars, an allowed the cold tendrils to take over his appearance. His vision turned sharper, and he knew his eyes had finished changing.

He heard the sharp intake of breath at his side, and his heart skipped a beat.

How weird he must have looked, all blue and cold like some dead monster washed ashore. His hand curled in the sand.

"... Wow."

"Your eloquence is without a doubt your best quality." He muttered.

"Shut it." Tony whispered. Out the corner of his eye, Loki saw the tips of the mortal´s fingers, and an alarm sounded in his head.

"Don´t." The fingers stopped abruptly, and he felt obligated to explain himself. "I might burn you."

"I´ll take the risk." The hand re-started its trajectory, and Loki found himself struggling frantically with his magic, weaving a spell just in time. The first touch landed on one of his markings, over his cheekbone. "Does it hurt?" He asked, tracing the line with the tip of his index finger.

Loki shook his head, taking a deep breath. The other hand went to trace the markings at his chest and stomach.

"It feels amazing." Tony´s voice was hoarse with a taint of something else. Loki relaxed, and couldn´t help the beginnings of a smirk.

"Does it?"

Tony mirrored his expression.

"I might want to try a few things out."

The mortal´s lips descended over his own, and it was in that moment that Loki knew he would stay.

Sometimes Tony went to bed late at night and found a bulk under his sheets that made him stop in his tracks. Some others he woke up at early morning, and listened to the sound of the running shower for a minute in confused silence.

Then he remembered. He smiled. And he got to the conclusion that whatever spell Loki had thrown over him that morning at the park so many months ago had been one of the best things to ever happen to him.

Ok, I know. It feels loose, doesn´t it? I wanted it to have a different feeling. To be not much of an ending, but a beginning. I could have closed it off at the last chapter, but I wanted to do this. I felt the domesticity was somehow needed, and I hope it wasn´t too over the top.

For those of you who have read my "Hon, meet the kids" one-shot, yes, it´s kind of the same universe. And there will probably be a few more drabbles with Loki´s kids and Tony, maybe even a full sequel, I don´t know.

And well... It´s been a while since I´ve closed a multichapter fic.

I want to thank you all for sticking up with me through typos, delays and plot holes. I met some great friends while writing this thing, and I´m grateful for that as well, so...

Thanks for reading, you´ve been amazing!