Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even Loki.

So, as unexpected as this is, even for me, this is it. This is the last chapter in the story, guys. Meeka and Loki will have their happy ending, and all will be well.

I want to thank all of you for sticking through everything. The ones who followed, favorited, and reviewed. You have made this all worth it. I wish I could just keep going, but apparently, Loki has that scepter back and is telling me what to. Even he doesn't see any other way to end this.

I will write a sequel if you readers would like one. I've got a pretty good idea for one, but of course, Loki is saying no. I'm leaving it up to you, guys. If you want it, I shall write it.

Anyway, this is the last chapter. Happy Friday the 13th, guys.

Love always,

Avoline

Loki stood on the balcony, staring out at the mountains of Asgard. It had been ten years time since he was left in the Midgardian town, and to this day, he was glad that Thor had done it. He had learned so much since then, and he had become, quite possibly, the wisest king Asgard has ever had. He had expected the people to hate him, but when Thor told Odin that he had no want for the throne nine years ago, the AllFather and the citizens of Asgard welcomed Loki with open arms.

"Loki," a melodic voice called. "Come to bed. It's getting late." He turned and smiled at the violet eyed Valkyrie laying upon his bed.

Odin had kept his word. Shortly after their chat, Loki raced back to Earth, retrieving Meeka and Handley. The small canine had tried to bite Odin, but very quickly abandoned that idea. Loki couldn't contain his laughter as she whimpered back to him and his behind his boots. He chuckled when the dog succeeded in biting Volstragg, Thor, and Sif.

Sif had been jealous at first. She had hoped to court either himself or Thor, but soon gave up the jealousy. She soon started courting with Fandrall, who happily played with Handley. They wed shortly after, and were expecting their first child. Volstragg had also found himself a fair maiden, Eleski, and they were to be wed soon.

Everyone was now happy and pleased with their lives.

"How did I get so lucky," he murmured as he neared her. She giggled and reached for his hand.

Meeka herself had changed over the years. She had matured a bit, her pain long forgotten and her heart sewn back together. She was happier now, even with the loss of her beloved pet. He marveled at her strength, even though he had cried in her arms for weeks after Handley's death.

"You aren't the lucky one," she answered. "I am. Who knew my Prince Charming would wind up being the King of Asgard." He laughed, laying beside her and pulling her close.

"Oh, but I am the lucky one," he whispered. "I have you. When I had all but given up on myself, you appeared and showed me that all was not lost. You are a Valkyrie sent to save me, and you are an amazing lover and wife."

"I'll be so much more fairly soon," she countered. He gave her a puzzled look. "Loki, sweetie, I'm pregnant."

He felt the smile creep upon his face. She was with child. His child! His heart ached with joy, and he pulled her even closer to him. She would be a wonderful mother, raising their child with the same love and tenderness she had shown him.

But there was also sorrow among the joy. His mother was gone. She would never get to meek her first grandchild.

"Don't be sad, Loki," she soothed, sensing his thoughts. "She will be with us in spirit. Just like Mikey." He smiled against her fiery hair.

"I cannot help it, my love," he replied. "I simply am not sure which emotion to focus on: the joy that the child bring me, or the sorrow that my mother will not be there."

"Both," she responded. "My parents are not here either." She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "But I am more excited about having a child with you than anything else." He chuckled and claimed her mouth.

Life was more perfect than he could have imagined.