Before Loki knew it, days had passed, and had turned into weeks. Weeks had changed to months. He and Karliah constantly worked at his emotions, trying to get them to be an easy thing to accept. It was a struggle, letting someone try to change him. He still had thoughts of not opening himself up. On days like that, Karliah would ask if he wanted to go out to the field, to just think. She'd let him be silent, going with him for moral support, so to speak. They would lay there, staring up at the sky, allowing Loki to clear his mind.
He had grown very fond of her. Karliah's companionship was constant with him. She never failed to be his guide, helping him with everything that he questioned about Earth. She was his teacher and his friend. He had to grow to accept this, because Thor had been the only real friend he'd had this sort of connection with. He had other friends, but not ones he relied upon. That derived from weakness, or so he had believed. Karliah had forced his mind into a different line of thought.
They lived together, still acting as each other's mates. This part of her was just as addicting as her friendship. This also changed him though, showing him that pleasure wasn't the only thing he got from her. It was intimate, although he never told her so. He knew she felt something aswell, because Ashley and Will could never keep a secret. He didn't know if they considered him as a friend, but he looked to them as companions.
Loki had learned much from Karliah, but he wasn't the only one learning. Karliah frequently wanted him to tell her about Asgard, and the people that lived there. She often asked what kind of powers he thought she would have if she were to become amongst the Gods. He hadn't ever given her a straight answer, because he hadn't known.
On the topic of powers, though, his slowly were coming back. He could show her his magic, but only when she asked to see it. She liked most how he could duplicate his image. He always found humor in her reactions to his tricks.
He still wanted to return to Asgard, the longing never really leaving him. Whenever this feeling was too strong, though, he thought about how if he ever left, Karliah would not be with him any more. This was enough to make him content with where he was at, although he wished to see his family.
Karliah seemed to notice this more and more, because she would often tell him that they missed him too. He often pondered this, wondering if his mother was watching over him like she had said she would be. He wondered if she was proud of his changes. He thought this of Thor aswell. He wasn't sure if he had actually wanted them to watch him. What if they weren't proud? What if he hadn't made the kind of progress he was supposed to? These thoughts often led to the days where he would just stay silent and block Karliah out.
All in all, Loki was happy. He had worked to get himself to admit it, but he was happy. He had a home, and people there who did love him. He was content with this, and accepted that this was his fate.