I know this is incredibly short. :( But yes, this is the end...*giggles*

Loki: You seriously cannot keep a straight face.

I know! *cackles* It's just so predictable of me of what will happen next! XD Anyways! Here's the final chapter, everyone. Thank you so much for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing this story. You all are amazing and beautiful people. Bless you!

Fanty burst into the kitchen, panting heavily from a great amount of running and her eyes wild with excitement. Everyone minus Pitch looked up at the sudden ruckus, questions causing their brows to furrow.

It was barely ten in the morning and Fanty was up? Odd. Not only that, but it appeared as if she was actually out in town before they were up. She wore her bomber jacket for the chilly winds outside along with her favorite boots, so she must have been out for a long time.

"Morning!" Drago smiled after taking a sip of apple cider, warm and inviting thanks to Star.

Fanty nodded a greeting back before bending over and taking deep breaths, her hands on her kneecaps.

Pitch finally looked up from the morning paper, a smirk on his face. "You know there's a car parked out in the driveway, right?"

"Shut up, ballerina tights," Fanty panted, straining to lean up again, "I took the car, I just had to run a bit because the stupid driveway is far down the hill."

"Yeah, we should do something about that." Mystic nodded, looking back at her scrambled eggs.

"So where were you anyways?" Star asked.

Fanty beamed brightly at that, taking in another breath for a speedy rush of words.

"I went into town to see Mr. Joyce, and I was stopped by one of the cops. He said that since we've kept our part of the deal and that Loki's no longer an issue, we can come back to the apartments!" Fanty excitedly gushed.

The whole table was filled with excitable whooping and cheering, and Loki cringed at the noise. Pitch just grinned and nodded at Fanty, who beamed back at him excitedly. He could tell she was proud of her work, and he couldn't be more happy for her. The high commotion of the girls and the shouting of Loki to hush so his ears wouldn't bleed by the high-pitched squealing was so loud and obtrusive to other noises that they didn't hear a blasting from outside until Star saw a flash of light from the corner of her eye.

She left the table, letting her friends continue to celebrate their victory in gaining back their apartment with rounds of apple cider and more muffins. She opened the sliding glass door and quickly descended the patio stairs, and looked up against the sunlight.

There stood a man much older beyond his years. His hair was the color of newly fallen snow, and he and his two bodyguards seemed to almost glow with an alien-like hue. This powerful looking man was so intimidating with his golden helmet and scary looking staff, Star found herself unable to look away as she fell to one knee in respect. How else was she going to show she was no harm to him?

"Where is my son?" the man asked, not looking away from this mortal in front of him.

"Y-you're...you're the All Father." Star stammered, eyes wide with absolute shock.

One of the soldiers smirked, but quickly let that smile fall when Star looked at him. He was too handsome for his own good. Both of them. Odin nodded, casting his vision at the chalet. Star could tell he wanted to just get Loki and leave. Maybe he's in a hurry…

"Is he in trouble, sire?" Star asked, trembling as she stood up. Why did she feel like she was back in the principal's office?

"No. He is being redeemed," Odin finally allowed a small smile to crawl across his lips, "he has shown his worth, thanks to you and your friends. I was wrong to think of you as future failures."

Star was quiet for a while, not sure really how to respond to that. She gulped, but the dryness in her throat wouldn't go away. Her knees shook terribly as well as her hands, white from wringing them so much. Odin must have noticed this, because he raised a brow and asked gently, "May I see my son?"

Star hurriedly nodded before whipping around, but saw everyone she held dear to her heart watching in awe, their mouths formed in the perfect shape of an O. Even Pitch looked like he was staring at the face of the heavenly angels.

Time felt like it slowed down as she walked up to the patio to tell Loki. He stared at her, unsure to look at his father that he's been so cold to or look at everything but him. Star looked so scared...he almost felt a little pity.

"I think...I think you're leaving." Star mumbled, and Loki swore he saw tears in her eyes.

"What?!" Fanty's voice sounded, "No!"

She jumped out from behind Drago and Mystic, complete pain and worry etched onto her face. Her brown, doe eyes were so wide they were almost comical. Her lower lip trembled as she tugged at Loki's arm.

"You can't leave! What about us? What about me? And Pitch?" she frantically asked, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Loki sighed, still unsure how to respond to that. His eyebrows knitted together in sympathy, and he could only find himself able to gently pat her head before heading towards his adopted father. Star bit her finger, trying to hold back a call to make him come back. Fanty whimpered, and was about to chase after him but Pitch wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back.

"Pitch, why would you just let him go!?" Fanty struggled against his grip, "Lemme go!"

But Pitch shook his head, and looked at Mystic, who understood what he was trying to say. There was no point in arguing. Who's going to win an argument with a mortal against a god? Hands down, the god. Not just a god but the king of gods. He felt a hole open up in his heart seeing Loki leave the group, a newfound brother he got just a day before. And now he was losing him. Why was it that Pitch lost a lot of treasured things?

Loki stood in front of Odin, staring at him hardly. He stiffly bowed, before looking at the ground at his shiny boots.

"It is good to see that you have a change of heart, my son." Odin said smoothly. Loki could almost see a spark in his eye when he said that. Maybe...maybe he was being honest about it. He...he really meant it.

"I uh...well…" Loki cleared his throat awkwardly, "I wanted to say that I….well...I apologize…" Loki took a deep breath before blurting out, "for everything…and I mean it entirely."

Odin was quiet for a while, probably contemplating on Loki's challenge of saying he was sorry. He noticed it was easier for him to do so with the mortals but not his own father? Maybe...Maybe Odin was in the wrong, too. He did promise his son he would have his throne and he never did. It was just as his birthright as his brother's. Maybe...maybe Odin was being unfair, as well.

Suddenly, Loki felt something collide into his side and something warm and fleshy snake around his waist, enclosing around him securely. He raised his arms in shock and looked down to see the top of Fanty's head, her face buried in his robe as she cried. He looked back at the group behind them. He almost chuckled seeing Pitch mouth, 'I'm sorry' and holding his arm, an indian burn marked on the skin of his forearm.

"Please don't leave! I want you to stay! We all do!" Fanty whimpered, not wanting the God of Mischief to see her tears.

Odin's chuckle caused both of them to look up, surprised that he was smiling. He looked at Loki, a warm glow in his eye. "So...you've finally achieved your biggest wish."

Loki was quiet for a while, looking at Fanty and really debating if he should leave or not. Now that he thought about it, these girls and Pitch were there for him more than Asgard would ever be. But up there was his home, where he was destined to be. But...of all places, Midgard is where he was accepted. He got his wish. He was finally accepted and cared about.

"Yes, I have." Loki said bravely, and then returned a tight hug back to Fanty.

Fanty made some sort of 'grk!' noise. Probably because he was a lot stronger than she thought at first, and he couldn't help but smile at that. He looked her straight in the eye and said seriously.

"You know I have to go. You all do-"

"But-!" Fanty started, but Loki covered her mouth with his fingertips.

"That doesn't mean I'll be gone forever," Loki smiled, "You've given me so much that no one else could. Thank you, Fanty. I can't thank you enough."

He paused and reached into his coat and pulled out some sort of flat gold coin, heavy but about the size of a half dollar. He gently placed it in her awaiting palm, grinning as she stared at it in awe. It was real gold, the type that almost glowed in the sunlight. Fanty looked up at him, opening her mouth to ask what it was, but he cut her off.

"If you ever need me, turn it three times. I'll be there before you could say 'For Asgard.'" Loki winked and patted her cheek, hoping that would make her smile.

But it didn't. At least, not for long. That sad smile only lasted for a second just to give him that satisfaction. Everyone from the patio came down to stand next to Fanty, sadly watching a portal open up into the sky as the soldiers and Odin walked into it. Within a flash, they were whisked away with a loud, thunderous rumble of gravitational friction.

Before he stepped in to be returned to his rightful home, Loki looked back at his friends. Maybe the closest thing he would have to a family ever in his life. He'll miss them. He'll miss Drago's fun chats, Pitch's challenges, Fanty's energy, Mystic's great smiles, Star's excellent cooking, Xion's sisterly love and Angel's neverending hope and faith in people.

He'll miss them terribly.

He saluted to them, a salute only the highest and most valued warriors of Valhalla could receive, before casting himself into the Bifrost to be taken to his rightful realm.

All of the world was silent as the portal disappeared, the sky returned to the bright shade of blue with the hints of wispy, white clouds and blinding sunlight.

Fanty stared at the burned engravings the Bifrost left in the grass, her heart heavy along with everyone else's. Pitch rested a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, not sure what to say to make her think brighter. He never liked seeing her miserable. No one did.

"For Asgard." Fanty sadly mumbled, tucking the coin into her palm and holding it tight, promising to never let it go.