A/N: Last chapter. I decided to end here, and I hope that you agree with the ending. Bittersweet and a little open-ended. Thank you again for waiting patiently for me to finally write (and look, I gave you two chapters today!). I love all of you.

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Jane and Darcy expected some hardships and trials when they walked into the store. People might stare at the unearthly men, their out-of-place-ness palpable in the hot New Mexico air, walking alongside the two oddball scientists (well, physicist and political science major). Said unearthly men might not understand the concept of shopping, which involves actually purchasing their chosen items, and might simply grab whatever they like from the shelves and walk out.

And those two situations did arise. More than one person, often a young woman, could not tear their eyes away from Thor and Loki. Neither god seemed to mind; in fact, neither of them even seemed to register that people were staring at them. Jane and Darcy noticed, though, and they kept trying to hurry their two charges along.

But Thor and Loki never seemed to want to leave a rack of clothes or a shelf of shoes. Like magpies they were drawn to all things foreign, shiny, or strange, and they were reluctant to follow Darcy and Jane around. Thor was particularly captivated by the wide array of t-shirts with Batman and Spongebob Squarepants emblazoned on their fronts, and Jane was loathe to inform him that those shirts were strictly for young children and would not possibly fit him. Loki, on the other hand, wanted to have every single scarf that he saw on the racks, but only if they were grey, white, green, or black. He definitely had a very defined color palette and style, and Darcy was absolutely determined to break him out of his rarely-chromatic color scheme.

She presented Loki with a nice woven blue scarf with little tassels at the ends, hoping that perhaps he would branch out for a change. She thought that the blue might look nice with his vibrant grey-green eyes; the soft navy blue might even soften them up a bit, make him look less icy and a little warmer. He brushed his hands along the material when she brought it to him, a contemplative look upon his angular features. But once he had felt the blue scarf, he withdrew his hand, and Darcy knew better than to try to force the scarf upon him again. She had heard tales, both mythological and all-too-real, about this particular god. She knew that vexing him would only end in bad things for her, possibly death or maiming. Not exactly what she signed up for.

Meanwhile, Jane was babysitting Thor, trying to prevent him from running off with whatever piece of clothing he picked up from off the shelves or hangers. Like a rambunctious teenager, he grabbed t-shirts and jeans from the racks at random. Jane nodded appreciatively at his selections; as oafish as he may have once appeared, the god of thunder did have remarkable fashion sense. It had certainly showed in that royal red and silver armor that she had once seen him wear.

Loki brushed his hair away from his face, as if he was meaning to focus better on something, but he did not really know what he was looking for, here in this shop. Here on this planet. Everything was so… so different here on Midgard. Here on Earth. Whatever it was the humans liked to call their gift of a planet, with its wondrous mountains and rolling hills and amazing blue waves of water. Asgard was fantastic in its own right, but all the same, Loki could not think of anything on Asgard that was quite the same as some of the strange and fantastical things that he had found on Midgard. And he supposed that any human, upon going to Asgard, would say the same thing about the golden palace, the Rainbow Bridge, the rare relics, and the gods and goddesses that called Asgard their home. Valhalla may be magnificent, sure, but Asgard was magnificent enough for many who lived there. And many humans probably thought the same way about their Earth in comparison to their Heaven. A promised ideal of prosperity and a utopian society may look charming and appealing, but many people often prefer what is here and now over something that seems unattainable at the outset. Loki is most definitely familiar with the unattainable.

Jane leaves Thor's side for a moment, leaving him content with his multi-colored t-shirts. She walks over to Darcy, who is standing at Loki's side with a strange look upon her face.

"Darcy, is everything alright?" Jane asks, leaning against a shelf full of fine men's handkerchiefs. This store really carries anything and everything.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I'm fine," Darcy replies, finally tearing her eyes away from Loki's tall, thin figure.

But Jane followed Darcy's eyes as they moved away from Loki, and Jane knew.

"Darcy…" she begins. "You…really? Him?" She brings her voice down to a whisper, just in case the god of mischief happens to be listening on their conversation. The man in question does, however, seem to be blissfully unaware of the two women standing not five feet away from him. He is entirely absorbed by the scarves and hats in front of him on the shelves, or perhaps he is instead entirely absorbed by his own thoughts.

Darcy lets out a little laugh. "I don't even know, Jane. It's crazy, isn't it? Strange men fall to Earth and suddenly we fall in love with them… It's definitely a perk, I mean, to be around cute guys for once, and not the Feds or some oldie scientists." She takes a deep breath, turning back to look at Loki again. "It's just a really weird coincidence that both you and I each fell in love with these random guys from the land of the gods or whatever."

Jane has been thinking the same thing ever since Loki and Thor fell to Earth a few days ago. When Thor fell, by himself, it felt like Providence was finally smiling upon Jane Foster. Now it just feels like the world is right and destiny is nice for once.

Fate is not so bad after all.

Loki turns away from the shelf and walks over to where they stand, his piercing eyes searching their faces. For what, Jane cannot even begin to hypothesize.

"You requested that I find clothes to wear," he says. "I have found clothes." And there, in his arms, are a few nice dress shirts, two pairs of trousers, a long black coat, and, of course, a scarf. Jane does not question how they appeared there so quickly, but she nods approvingly. Maybe the clothes are a little too formal for day-to-day wear, but at least they are fashionable and probably fit him pretty well.

Thor, on the other hand, is still deliberating over a few graphic t-shirts. Jane grins and decides for him, grabbing two or three t-shirts with various prints on them, some pairs of jeans, and a leather jacket similar to the one that he had worn the first time he fell to Earth. She had rather liked how that looked on him.

They walk to the cashier's counter, the two men's arms full of clothes. Jane pays for it all, putting it on to the credit card that S.H.I.E.L.D. graciously gave her to pay for any "scientific expenses." If they question this purchase, well, she can always claim that these two men are here because of her science, and they needed clothes, after all. But she does not fret for long about what Agent Coulson will think.

They walk out of the store, Thor swinging the bags at his side. Loki strolls beside them, and Jane notices for the first time the long curls of dark hair falling at the nape of his neck, and she swears that the pictures Erik Selvig showed her of this god had him with shorter hair. It would not be the first thing that so-called experts on Norse mythology got wrong. They even seemed to think that Thor had ginger hair. She often wonders what they would think if they ever got to meet Thor and Loki in the flesh. Jane and Darcy had been surprised enough, and they were not even believers.

It is a nice day outside, and really, it is not that hot for once. Jane and Darcy look at each other and smile and the two brothers do not even notice.

It is a nice day outside, and really, all is well with the worlds.

All is well with all of them.