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Loki ran his fingers through his slick black hair. He was growing older, having lost most of his childlike features. He was just barely an adult according to Midgardian standards.

"Now, where are you going?" Thor asked, stopping Loki in his tracks.

"You knew." Loki spoke without turning around.

Thor chuckled. His voice, much deeper now, was warm. "I know you well, brother. You sneak out in the early morning all the time."

Loki nodded, turning to meet Thor's cheerful gaze. There stood the person who would become the next king of Asgard. Loki had known deep down all along that Thor would be chosen.

"Why are you fully dressed, brother?" Thor inquired. Loki was, indeed, dressed in Asgardian armor over his normal outfit. He was holding his helmet under his right arm.

"I'm going out for a ride," he answered. Though it wasn't the whole truth, it was indeed true.

"Where?"

"It's no concern of yours. Don't worry—I'll be fine." He smiled reassuringly. "Go back to bed. I assure you that I will cause no mayhem today." Because he would be gone for the day.

Thor looked unconvinced. "A day where you do not cause mischief? Are you ill?" He chuckled. "Ride safely."

"I will." Loki left to set a horse up and took of toward Bifrost. The ride was short. Heimdall was there, as he always was. Loki dismounted and executed the traditional gesture of crossing his arm over his chest, placing a fist on his heart, and bowing. "Heimdall," he greeted the Gatekeeper. "For the first time in ten years, I request the Galactic Gate to be opened for me."

Heimdall clearly disapproved, but he did not object. "Come in," he directed. After making the necessary preparations, he gestured for Loki to proceed. "Step through here." Loki did so.

"Anakin, return the senator to her home planet," Obi-Wan ordered.

Anakin nodded. "Yes, Master." So much had happened in such a short time. The battle of Geonosis, the fight with Count Dooku, the Clone army…Now was the big moment. Upon returning to Naboo, Anakin and Padmé would get married. He forced himself to remain calm while standing before his superiors.

Finally released by Obi-Wan's order, Anakin bowed and left. When he got to the hangar, Padmé was waiting for him. As he approached, he was stopped by an unnatural light that he had not seen in ten years.

A tall figure appeared as the light dissipated. He had dark, smooth black hair slicked back. He held a helmet in one hand and a spear in another. He was dressed in a strange style of armor.

Anakin took a step toward him. "Who are you?" he asked.

The figure turned fully around so that they were face-to-face. "I seek Anakin Skywalker," he said calmly. It was not the voice, but the intense green eyes that snapped Anakin's memory into place.

"Loki?" Anakin could hardly believe what he was seeing.

The man nodded. "You—you are Anakin, aren't you?" He chuckled as if he had only been gone a day. "I should have expected to find you here, among the ships."

Anakin grabbed both of Loki's arms. "I can't believe it's you!" he gasped. "You look…incredible! Is that Asgardian armor? Why don't Jedi get to wear things like that?"

Loki's eyes darted up and down, taking in Anakin's new appearance. He certainly looked different with his tall, skinny figure, short hair, and braid hanging down onto his shoulder. A look of confusion fell across Loki's face when his eyes fell upon the braid. Anakin didn't blame him.

"Ani?" Padmé was a bit unnerved by the sudden appearance of the Asgardian. She had seen a lot, what with the foiled plot to kill her and such. She had never seen, however, a being appear out of thin air.

"Is this Padmé?" Loki asked, nodding in her direction.

"Yeah. Padmé, this is Loki Odinson. He—"

"Loki?" Anakin was interrupted by a new voice. Two padawans walked in. The older of the two, a beautiful human with brown hair and eyes, took a step toward the trio. "Is it really you?"

The younger girl, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, was brave enough to walk right up to Loki. She was around the age of sixteen, so she didn't quite reach his height. She gently lifted a hand and placed it on his cheek. "You're so cold," she whispered. Blue eyes met green for several seconds before the girl grinned in delight. "It is you."

Loki put a hand over hers, which still rested on his cheek. "Liri." The girl nodded. "You were so young. How do you remember me?"

"You were all she talked about when you left," the other girl, whom Loki recognized as Anna, said. She took several steps closer. "She said you'd come back. Even when years passed, she just knew."

Liri finally took her hand away. Her cheeks flushed bright red. "I knew you wouldn't forget us," she said shyly. Her previous boldness had vanished. It took Loki a moment to realize that his hand was still on hers. They took a couple of steps back, both smiling awkwardly.

Anna laughed. "Wow, sis. Way to make Loki feel awkward." She took her sister's arm and leaned close to her ear. "Remember that you are a Jedi in training."

Liri's eyes flashed. "I haven't forgotten," she said through her teeth.

"Loki, I'm taking Padmé back to Naboo now," Anakin said, drawing Loki's attention away from the girls. "Would you like to come with us?" He was beginning to grow impatient. He was desperate to get going.

"Of course," Loki said.

"Great! Let's go." He helped Padmé board the ship and motioned for Loki to follow. When he did, Anakin closed it up and took off. He programmed the coordinates and jumped to light speed. Once they were moving, he faced Loki. "You came just in time. Me and Padmé have incredible news."

Padmé frowned doubtfully. "Can we trust him?"

Anakin nodded. "Absolutely."

"What is it?" Loki asked.

"Me and Padmé are getting married. We're on our way now."

Loki didn't know how to react to this. He never really understood mortal traditions. He had a general idea, of course, but it seemed like just another trivial mortal thing. "That's wonderful," he said, hiding his bewilderment.

"Isn't it?" Anakin was beaming. "Tell me—have you met someone yet, Loki?"

Loki assumed that Anakin was talking about women. Most of the women back home were attracted to Thor. Loki wasn't exactly what mortals considered a "chick magnet." If you compare mischief and intelligence with thunder and strength (not to mention charm), then the girls would always choose the latter. Thor. In response to Anakin's question, Loki shook his head. "No." At Anakin's curious stare, he added, "Don't worry about me. Today is your day."

Anakin nodded, wishing Loki would confide in him more. He could sense something in the Asgardian that was not on the surface. Anakin knew that he wasn't Force-sensitive enough to tell what it was, but he could tell that Loki was hurting. Why he was hurting, though, Anakin could not tell.

"What a beautiful planet," Loki commented as they approached Naboo.

Padmé smiled. "Thank you. You know where to land, Ani."

Anakin nodded and took her hand, rubbing it with his thumb. When he landed, he stood up and said, "Thank you for choosing Skywalker Airlines. Exit at your leisure, but watch your head and prepare your eyes for wonders beyond your wildest dreams. Okay, goodbye now. Goodbye!"

Padmé shoved him. "You're such a goof."

"Yes, but I'm your goof."

"True."

"Come on—are you ready to get married, or what?"

Padmé laughed. "When you say it like that, it sounds silly."

Anakin grinned. "Marriage is anything but silly. I will now repeat my question: are you ready to get married, or what?"

"What," Padmé answered.

"How rude."

"Kidding." Her eyes sparkled with affection.

"Onward, then!" Anakin scooped her up into his arms. She squealed in delight and protest. "Coming, Loki? We have to get a transport to the place. We can't land there."

Loki followed silently, a faint smile forming on his lips. It would take awhile for him to warm up to this new realm again. Especially with the changes that were taking place. Loki tried not to dwell on the past, but he wished for the easy childhood moments again. It's my fault for neglecting to come back, he thought. So much has changed now.

There were two others at the wedding, though Loki would not classify them as mortals. "What are those?" he asked Anakin.

"Our droids," Anakin replied. "That's C-3PO and R2D2."

Loki nodded, then suddenly noticed something strange about Anakin's right hand. It was silver and somewhat skeletal-looking. "What—?"

Anakin grimaced. "There was a battle. Someone sliced my hand off with a lightsaber. I'll update you later."

Loki kept quiet, waiting for it to begin. It wasn't big enough to be considered a ceremony, but it was a touching moment nevertheless. He understood the significance of the moment. It was a milestone in Anakin's life.

Loki waved his hand surreptitiously. The man that was marrying the two did not notice the change in the book he was reading, because Loki influenced his mind to keep reading as if nothing was wrong.

"We are gathered here today—well, two droids and one awesome guy—to witness," he began, "Loki's abilities of pwnage and mischief. Thor Odinson does not compare to Loki's should-be status as the Awesome One." His voice changed into an Australian explorer's when he said, "Watch as Anakin and Padmé turn to face Loki, expressions of suspicion and accusation on their faces. Loki simply shrugs as—uh-oh, here they come. They're getting closer and I think they want to hurt me! Time to run."

Loki quickly waved his hand as Anakin advanced on him. The man's voice went back to normal and he read the regular text as if nothing had happened. Loki put his hands up slightly. "Hey, now, shouldn't you be standing over there? You're missing the man's touching speech."

Anakin was tense as he abruptly crossed back to Padmé to say the "I do's." The rest of the ceremony was brief. When it was over, Anakin pulled Padmé into an embrace and pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you," he whispered.

Loki felt like an intruder. Standing behind the droids, watching his friend get married, felt strange to him. He wasn't used to this at all.

Husband and wife retreated inside to be together for awhile. They had forgotten that Loki was there. Either that or they were too angry to acknowledge him. Growing increasingly bored, he finally relented to his hunger for more mischief. He eyed the droids a moment, trying to think of a way to aggravate the tall one. He settled for turning him green. Though it was a trivial trick, it certainly freaked the poor droid out.

"Oh my, what has happened to me? Master Anakin!"

The little one, R2D2, made a series of amused beeps.

Anakin rushed out as soon as Loki turned the droid back to normal. "Are you okay, Threepio?"

"I believe so," he answered. "I turned the strangest shade of green for a moment."

Anakin turned to Loki, irritation in his eyes. "Can you behave at least a little bit? This is a big day."

"Your droid is malfunctioning. It did not turn green."

"Right. You expect me to believe that? I suppose the man was malfunctioning as well?" Without waiting for a reply, Anakin went back inside, followed by the droids.

Loki stood outside awhile, gazing over the water. It was a very nice planet, no doubt. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, but when night fell, he was beginning to wonder how much alone time they needed. He wandered inside, hoping not to intrude. He said Anakin's name a few times, softly at first, then louder. There was no reply.

Loki rushed to the point where they had left their transport. It was gone. They had left him there. Furious, Loki called Heimdall's name. "Take me back to Asgard," he said. The light appeared and carried him away.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Thor, Star Wars, or any of the characters mentioned in the fic (except Anna and Liri).