Exiting the forest ahead was the mine all there had retransformed to human, clothes were handed out few dressed still.

Some in the crowd spot them, word spreads and Thor from speaking to others and his friends turns, pushing through approaches with a grin widening on his face tackles Loki in a crushing embrace – the latter huffs, frowns irritable as loudly Thor laughs and Tony smiles at the pair broadly.

"Brother! We did it!"

"Yes, Thor," he pats his back and giggling Thor retreats,

turns to Tony laughs again yanks him too into as tight an embrace and the expression of shock on Tony's perplexed face had Loki smirking widely.

"My friend! I cannot thank you enough," back he pulls keeps a hand on Tony's shoulder speaking gravely. "You've gone above and beyond to ensure our success and your craft is of formidable quality. Most of my pack still stands solely as a result of the thought you'd put into their armor, and were it not for the weapons you'd supplied, without doubt we would've lost." Flushed Tony smiled – greens on him were enamored completely, and proud.

"Don't sell yourselves short, big guy," Tony clasped Thor's wrist stated matter of factly: "Your archers are talented and your people are surprisingly good at combat."

"Why surprisingly?" Thor asked crossed his arms brows furrowed. Alarmed and frozen Tony tried as Loki rolled his eyes:

"Oh, well, I just mean that-" Thor grandly grinned patted Tony on the arm tells him:

"I jest, my friend. I understand your confusion and indeed we prefer addressing confrontation in our natural state," {'natural'}, "where instinct guides our thoughts and actions and we're better able to defend ourselves, and each other."

"But when turning's not an option you got something to fall back on. Smart," Tony nods and impatient Loki draws:

"Yes, ingenious. Will you be returning to the village?"

"Won't you?" confused Thor retorted.

"No, Thor," like spoken discontentedly, then he quipped: "Do tell me if Odin disowns you for outgrowing his fossilized brain thought. Every one of these half-wits will follow you wherever and there's no shortage of places to settle and play king of the castle," head tilts a grin to both men obviously scathing. Thor brushed off the comment tries to persuade him:

"Once father sees what we've accomplished today, he will change how he sees things-"

"You hope."

"Come with me. Let's show him together."

"I can very well predict the reaction. Utter indifference."

"Or he'll-"

"Thor…I'm not coming back. Call me when you want; we'll meet. But I'm not coming back."

For some reason at Tony Thor glanced and the latter wasn't sure if he was asking for help, but the look that with which he responds tells Thor clear without words, not to press this, as on it Loki won't be swayed or if it were best that he stay away, Thor was uncertain.

But with what little time he has come to know Tony, what so brief encounters, and though he wished for Loki to be near and see him daily have him by his side as had been, and despite the memories bright, many as dim remind him,

he wasn't happy.

But this man and with him, this kind, compassionate soul that althesame was driven, steadfast to his side – he has seen the way that Loki would at him gaze so enraptured, a look on his face he'd never noticed, a so intimate attachment to someone who without doubt was worth it and reciprocated every sentiment so irrefutably.

It could not sadden him in the least, to know that finally, Loki'd found a way to be happy, had found someone who could and wanted to make him happy. It relieves him believing that this would last and would a great deal change things, for the better, moving forward.

He nodded gazed down. "…I understand," blue eyes lenified then voice warming. "…I hope to see more of you, Tony."

"Likewise, point break," he smiled blithely as did Thor to his brother, saying lastly:

"Till we meet again then," before turning away to the pack departing.

Loki exhaled like relieved of a pressure indeed, though greens after his brother gazed in a strange longing. A warm hand snuck into his he glanced to soft browns and a smile that reassured him. Tony squeezed abrief his hand linked then their arms as up Loki lifted his, moving with Tony towards the van where his group was standing.