A/N: I'm So happy that everyone is enjoying this story!

I don't own Marvel, or the Avengers, or Loki, or any of that stuff. I own Naiden though, and anything that doesn't actually exist in the Marvel Universe.


"Where's he going?" Tony frowned a little, watching Loki start to walk away.

"Hey," Naiden put a hand on his shoulder, stopping Tony from leaning forward to get up. "I don't think it would be a good idea to get up right now."

"I don't think it's a good idea to let him go away," Tony said, still trying to get up. "Don't let the murderous rage god go that way. Bad things will happen."

"I think that might actually be the point," Naiden said, mostly to himself. He couldn't find a reason to actually stop Loki from going to do whatever he was going to do.

"Noooo," Tony shook his head, trying not to slur his words. Whatever spell Loki had used it was starting to work a little too well. "Need to rope him back in, back away from crazy land."

"They cut off your arm, Tony," Naiden said matter of factly.

"I'm aware, it's my arm that's not there anymore." Tony happened to glance down, then scrunched his face a little. "That's actually my arm, right over there. Is it morbid if I can't decide if it's a bad thing or not to want to take it?" Naiden scrunched up his face a little in disgust. "I should take it, make a mold of it so I know what that arm is supposed to look like."

"That's gross, Tony."

"It's science." He looked back over at Naiden and saw Loki walking in front of the group, toward the Yar. "Oh shit." He tried to get up again, this time gaining a little ground by getting one foot underneath himself. "Gotta stop my man, my god, my whatever over there."

"Tony, come on, think about this," Naiden tried to stop him, again.

"You're right," Tony nodded, then held out his good hand. "Take this gauntlet off, it's useless now. I need my fingers." Naiden raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't look at me like that, just take it off, I lack the proper appendages to get it off."

"That's a cross between a low blow, and a little gross," Naiden grumped as he pulled apart the gauntlet, having watched Tony as he was making this current incarnation of the Iron Man suit.

Tony reached down, pressing the button on each of the boots, before sliding them off one at a time. He tossed them to the side, not too far away from his arm actually, and leaned his back against the wall. Naiden watched him, but seemed to lean away from him, thinking that he was going to stay put now. That was Naiden's first mistake.

Loki had only eyes for the Yar, for the guards of that terrible place where he had spent many a year, the guards that had hassled them, that had led them to and from the arena, that had eagerly taken away their food in return for basic necessities. For the reason that his love was now missing the lower part of his arm.

There were less than 30 left now, but Loki only needed one, and he only needed him mostly alive. Magic swirled almost violently within his body, reacting to his emotions, to the feeling that he needed to make more of them pay for their transgressions.

He walked past the other mortals, ignoring any words that they might have said. Though their help was appreciated, they did not understand what needed to be done, what he needed to do to secure the future of his Anthony and Naiden. They were his family, and they were a family that he could protect. This time he would protect them.

His staff appeared in his hand again, magic dancing around the handle of it, crackling like lightning as he walked closer. A crackle of thunder cut across the sky, but he ignored it, lifting his staff, pulling his arm back a little, power surging to the end, ready for an attack, the muscles ready to snap-

"Loki!" Thor's voice caused a momentary pause in Loki's actions, he and the Yar staring at each other. It was only a momentary pause though, and Loki's arm swung around in an arc, a blade of green magic lashing out, multiplying, cutting through the Yar that did not have a shield. Their numbers were halved in an instant.

"Loki!" This time it was Tony's voice that caught his attention. "Loki, please, wait." He had to make it so that Tony wouldn't get hurt again. There was already so much hurt.

Tony stumbled a little and Naiden grabbed onto his good arm to steady him. He licked his lips, shook his head, trying to shake off the effects of Loki's spell, needing a clear head. "You don't have to do this, not alone, not anymore."

"Brother," Loki growled a little when Thor spoke.

"Loki," Tony's voice was a little softer now. "Come back to me, Loki. We just found each other again, I don't want to lose you again." Tony saw some of the magic waver around his hand, attuned to Loki's rage now. "Let Thor and Cap handle this. There's a team of five other behind you, let them clean the mess, our part is done."

One of the Yar guards in front grunted something to Loki, Loki, Tony, and Naiden bristling a little. "You would do well not to speak of our Mother like that," Thor growled, stepping next to Loki, hand gripping Mjolnir with white knuckles. Another gutteral line uttered and Thor threw the hammer, slamming into it's chest, throwing into the others, and they all moved. Captain America's shield entered the fray as well, but Loki took a step back.

He turned to look at Tony and Naiden, standing behind the fighting, looking at him. He saw Tony's arm, saw Tony leaning on Naiden, then heard the fighting behind him. They were just Yar now, and Tony and Naiden were alive in front of him.

Tony lifted his hand to Loki. The staff disappeared from Loki's hand and he walked over to them. Loki took Tony's hand, pulling the mortal closer, wrapping his arms around, pulling him closer. Tony let out a breath against Loki's chest, relaxing into him, holding onto Loki's arm. "It's done, it's all done," Tony whispered against his chest. "It's just us now. Remember all those late night talks."

"The silliness that you would talk about," Loki said quietly.

"It wasn't all folly after all," Tony said, a little smile on his face. "I'm going to take you back to my house, one of them, where it's peaceful. Naiden will go back to school, and you won't know what to do until he comes to visit on breaks. You'll explore all the oddities of Midgard, and you'll probably get frustrated with what you think is our stupidity-"

Loki kissed the top of Tony's head, listening to him talk. They both had a long way to go, a long way to heal, but now, for once, it actually felt like all the bad things were ending. Loki actually believed that they could stay put, that perhaps they would get some peace.