"Sookie is so stupid." Loki muttered, currently sitting rather comfortably crossed-legged on Tony's sofa, one of his 'True Blood' (The Sookie Stackhouse novels) books in his lap as he read it.

"Huh?" Tony called from outside the front door.

"Sookie." Loki murmured.

"...Who?"

"Sookie Stackhouse."

"Yeah," Tony walked past and put something down before heading back through the front door. "I know exactly who that is." He said sarcastically, of which Loki rolled his eyes to as Tony was the one who bought him the books as entertainment whilst he was still in hospital. The boy was, quite proudly, several books into the series.

"Sookie Stackhouse is a waitress that met a vampire, Bill. She can read most minds apart from vampires. Bill was the first vampire she met and loved, yet she is going for Eric Northman!" Loki snorted, rambling on a bit. He blamed his anti-depressants. "Seriously, can she not see that Bill is the one for her?"

There was a brief pause as Tony brought in another box, full of Loki's belongings. "Right," he huffed slightly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he looked at a rather relaxed looking Loki. "Gonna have to stop you there, Princess, I have no fucking clue what you're rambling on about."

Boxes of Loki's belongings were located here and there of Tony's open living room, the boxes mainly consisting of video games – of all consoles – and books. And there was still a few more to come.

Loki glanced up from his book to look at Tony's rather dishevelled, sweaty state. "Princess?"

"Yeah," Tony snickered, "You sound like such a woman." Upon seeing Loki's sharp look, he quickly went out to get another one of his boxes.

"How much crap do you have!?" he whined when he went past Loki again. Apparently, seeing as he was the stronger of the two and more masculine (As Tony, now regretfully, often joked about) he was to move Loki's belongings into his new home. Tony's 'mansion', as Loki called it. Frigga had agreed to let him stay with Tony, thinking it would do him good in a friends company. Especially a friend that had been so supportive during his time in hospital.
Herself and Thor were currently searching for a house to live closer to Tony's, away from their previous home. Away from all of the bad memories. Tony had already tried to tell Frigga that there really wasn't much point in searching too close to his house (mansion) as they were really expensive and, well, Tony didn't really live near anybody. There was a huge amount of land either side of his house, and, on one side, the fucking ocean.

"You should not have boasted about how 'masculine' you are." Loki murmured as Tony came back into the room with another box.

"I am, though." He smiled as Loki looked up at him once again, this time, the dark haired boy making a face due to the fact that Tony's black vest was starting to stick to his chest. Upon seeing Loki's face, Tony laughed, lifting up his arms slightly so he could look under them mockingly. "Can't you tell? Manly sweat, Loks, manly sweat."

"That is disgusting." He stated.

"Shouldn't have so much crap, then!" he called back as he went to get the final box. The final box! The end of this was so close, oh, so close.
"Seriously," he started, placing the box by the others, going over to the front door to close it before going over to Loki. "You have so many games and books. Did you ever go outside?" he plopped down on the sofa beside the other boy, of which glanced at his sweaty state again.

"Not really, no."

As Loki went back to reading, Tony drummed his fingers against his leg, glancing at the other boy. It was only silent for a minute or so, yet Tony couldn't even stand that. He went to lean over and peak at what Loki was currently reading, but the silence was cut off by Loki murmuring "Have a shower before you get within my personal space."

"Nope," Tony huffed, though he didn't get any closer to Loki. Drumming his fingers across his leg for a moment, he held back a smirk as an idea came to mind. Lifting one of his arms up, he purposefully went to sniff under his arms, not moving from beside Loki, of which had glanced up at what Tony thought the perfect time.

"Oh, please, tell me you are not going to-" his eyes widened slightly as Tony advanced. "Tony, that is-"

When Tony sniffed his sweat, Loki made a disgusted noise, his face matching. He shoved Tony away from him, of which was now laughing at the inky haired male's reaction. "Tony, no! That is absolutely vile!" he cried, "Get in the shower!"

"But-"

"-Get-"

"-You-"

"-In-"

"-Manly-"

"-The-"

"-Sweat-"

"-Shower!"

"Fine! I'm going!" Tony chuckled, standing up, heading for one of the bathrooms. "I'm going to wash my manly sweat!" he called back, "Man-lyyyyyyy!"

"Revolting!"

"You should see me when I've worked on one of my cars!" Of which was replied to with a groan as Loki fell sideways on the sofa, burying his face into one of the pillows, wondering why he agreed to live with Tony Stark.

Frigga had visited later on that day, delivering the news to Loki that he wouldn't have to attend court again and give statements, as Odin was to be jailed for a very long time. Of course, the news had pleased Loki, but his mind was currently trying to process that everything had ended now and he could finally move on without worrying. Everything had ended, now. All of the arguments, the beatings – everything. Odin was gone; things could only get better from now on.

He was due to go back to school tomorrow with Tony, as it was currently Sunday and, well, you do not have school on Sundays. Frigga had explained everything needed to the school on behalf of Thor, Loki and even Tony, as Tony's parents did not pick up their phones. Busy with business, as per usual. She had explained why the three of them had been absent recently, of which they understood and even offered help, of which she kindly turned down, knowing that Loki preferred to be independent.

Sitting on the balcony that overlooked the sea, Loki looked out at the fading red and orange sky, frustrated upon not knowing how to react or feel about the new found news.
Happy. He knew he should be happy, but he wasn't. Not overly so, anyway. Relaxed. Yes; that was a better word – relaxed. Yes, relaxed, because he could finally not worry about returning home, having to block out shouting. He would no longer have to hide wounds and bruises that would no longer appear on his pale skin. He would no longer have to lie through his teeth, pretending that everything was okay, that he wasn't hurting physically or emotionally, that he wasn't suicidal, that he wasn't depressed – because he wasn't, not anymore.

Loki had Tony, who, at the mere thought of him, made his chest swell with warmth he never thought he'd have. Tony, who had never given up on him, never stopped being persistent or willing to help. They had both admitted their feelings for one another; both admitted that they cared for one another more than friends should. But... what had actually happened to their relationship? They hadn't spoke about it since. Probably because a lot of the time Thor was around, hovering, checking up on Loki, making sure that his little brother was alright. Ah, yes, that was another thing tugging at Loki's mind. Who his real parents were.
If there was one thing Loki truly hated, it was not knowing who he was. Frigga hadn't spoken to him about it, which confused him a great deal. Yes, she had said how they hadn't told him because she never wanted him to feel different. (Which he always had.) And yes, she had said how she eventually was going to tell him, and that she hated how he had found out in the way he did. But never had she mentioned who his true parents were. Sighing, he forced himself to push it to the back of his mind, deciding to ask Frigga of it the next time he saw her.

"Jarvis, where's Loki?"

"He is on the balcony, Sir."

"Thanks."

"It's a pleasure."

Tony grinned at his creation, inwardly patting himself on the back for making such an amazing AI. Seriously, if it weren't for his baby, Loki wouldn't be here right now. Quickly wiping his oily hands on a rag, he went up the stairs and headed for the balcony.

Seeing Loki sitting there; legs tucked up to his chest, his arms around them, a silhouette against the nearly set sun over the ocean brought a warm smile to his lips. He understood why the other boy would want to sit there at this time of day, and as he headed silently toward him, he made a mental note to take Loki to places that had nice views of the sunset in the future.

Sitting down crossed legged beside Loki; he glanced at him before looking over at the setting sun. Tony's house – or mansion, as Loki called it – was on the Cliffside and looked over the ocean. It was one of the more peaceful Stark homes, and one the young genius preferred, hence why he lived there.

"Hey..." he eventually said, not being able to stand the silence, as per usual. "What's wrong handsome?"

At the new found nickname, Loki gave Tony an odd look, but a small smile tugged at his lips at Tony's ability to know when something was troubling him. Not that he was trying to hide it from the other boy, he merely needed some time to think, and the balcony had been the perfect place to do so. "I merely do not know how to feel about everything now." He murmured, emerald eyes looking back at the beautiful red sunset, his eyes reflecting the light over the horizon.

"Well," Tony shuffled closer to Loki, putting an arm comfortingly around him. He wasn't good with emotions, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. "You should be happy," he started, "Everything's over, finished. You don't have to worry your skinny ass anymore about that bastard."

Loki hummed in thought, subconsciously leaning into Tony's side. "I know," he started, pausing before he admitted, "I feel more relaxed because of it. Content..."

"Good." A smile made its way to his lips as Loki leant into his side, enjoying how close they were. How close they had gotten. Tony had done it – he had successfully gotten through those walls that Loki had put up. He had, in a way, helped with the whole of the other boy's previous situation. Helped Loki through it; providing him with a new place to live, where he could be himself, where he would live freely without any troubles. The other boy now, as much as he denied it, had friends. Friends that they both shared, that they could both joke around with.

To Tony, Loki was truly amazing. Strong, intelligent, so many things that are beyond what he makes people see, and... Well, Tony had fallen in love with it all. There was no denying it any longer – he loved Loki.

"Hey... Loki?" he started, unsure of what, exactly, he was going to say. Perhaps a blurt of his feelings again, like last time. Sure, he had been a 'playboy' in the past. He had flirted and picked up girls – and guys – with ease, but Loki was different. Loki wasn't just some fling, he wasn't a one night stand, nor was he using him. Tony knew he had to word things properly when it came to his feelings and Loki, especially if he didn't want to lose the boy in his arms.

"Yes?" Loki lifted his head slightly, looking up at Tony, his head resting on the others shoulder.

"Where are we?" he eventually asked.

"...Your mansion?" Loki replied, his brows drawn slightly together in confusion.

Tony rolled his eyes. "No, no, I mean, uh, relationship wise..." he paused, "and it's a house- not a mansion. We've discussed that before."

Loki stayed silent for a moment. He had never discussed relationships with someone before, so he didn't really know what to say. Yes, he had previously been thinking of it himself, but that didn't mean he knew what to say on the subject. Resting his head back down on Tony's shoulder, he looked back out at the nearly set sun. "Well I like you, we have discussed that much."

Humming, Tony subconsciously rubbed his thumb over the top of Loki's arm, where his hand was resting, his arm holding Loki close. "I like you too," he said, resting his head on Loki's, half nuzzling his hair. Staying silent for a moment, he decided to bite the bullet and just straight out ask him. "We're friends," he started, swallowing before continuing, "Close friends, and- uh- I was... just wondering if you wanted to take that further?"

"As in..." Loki's voice trailed off, his mind trying to process what Tony was asking him. Tony wanted a relationship with him; he wanted him to be his boyfriend.

"Boyfriends."

That confirmed it. A warm smile crept onto Loki's lips and he relaxed more into Tony's side, into Tony's protective, loving hold. "I'd love to." He replied quietly, forcing his eyes not to water because that was utterly ridiculous.

Tony let out a small, happy laugh and pulled slightly away from Loki, placing his finger under the boys chin, lifting his head up so that coffee brown eyes met emerald green. They both instinctively leant closer to one another, eyes glancing down to the others lips, their lips millimetres apart. "I love you, Loks..." the young genius murmured onto Loki's lips.

"I love you too, Tony." Loki replied his voice soft and quiet, letting out a breath onto Tony's lips before Tony closed the space between them, their lips meeting; this time, Thor was not around to interrupt them.

Both boys were smiling warmly, lovingly into the kiss and their eyes closed, enjoying the feeling inside them of being complete, of being purely happy, loved and loving. Enjoying the feeling of being close to one another, of finally getting to this point in their relationship, because they both knew then and there that from now on, everything would be alright.

When they pulled away, Loki's arms slid around Tony's middle and Tony still held Loki close to his side in that one armed embrace.

"Loki...?"

"...Yes?"

"Everything's gonna be alright now."

Loki smiled. "Because I've got you..."

"And you've got me..." Tony finished Loki's words for him.

"Sookie is stupid..." Loki muttered after a few moments of silence.

"What did she do this time?"

"She should have gone for Eric sooner."

"I thought you liked Bill?"

"I like Eric, now." Tony chuckled.

Over the horizon, the beautiful red sunset went down, but both boys didn't move from each other's embrace. Everything was going to be okay now.

-The End-

Author's note;

I just wanted to say a huge thankyou to those who have continuously followed this story and have given me the motivation to continue this until the end. This is my first ever fanfiction that I uploaded on this site, though it hasn't been the first that I finished. I know the past few chapters haven't been all that good and there's been a lot of time skips, but I hope this chapter - this ending - made up for it.

Thankyou so, so much. I seriously didn't even imagine getting the amount of reviews, followers nor favourites I have. It's seriously mind-blowing and I know it isn't as much as other fanfictions on this site have got, but it means A LOT to me, so... thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

Especially to one person - one of my close friends. Fran/Elysia. She helped me get an idea of how to end it, of how to get to the ending so THANK YOU. And thankyou for always being here for me, too. CAN'T WAIT TILL MAY. You best not squish my face too much. It gets massacred at school everyday. .

Anyway, I've said it a lot in this little section, but... thank you. All of you. 3

-Sky.