The group was gathered in the observatory when Tony entered with a young girl at his side, firing off questions about what her new life would be like.

"You'll have to see for yourself, little one." He responded patiently. That made her pensive, and she went quiet at the possibilities.

Loki squeaked upon sight of the girl and she grinned upon sight of him.

"''Tis good to see you, Son of Frigga."

"The same to you, Njord-dottr. You are coming with us?"

"Indeed."

"Good." Loki grinned. "There is much to show you. Midgard is a wonderful Realm."

Loki was content to talk Sigyn's ear off and Pepper caught Tony's hand in her own.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked.

"We'll learn to live with it." Pepper assured her fiancé. "Who are we to get in the way of a centuries-old 'match made in Heaven?'"

"Valhalla." He corrected.

"Yes, that too." Pepper snorted. "Are you okay with it? You told me your doubts before, but she looks just fine to me. I can only guess how big this was for you."

"It takes a significant amount of will to make a spell like this go right, and allowing for their memories to stay intact is not a guarantee. Still, I find that, depending on the person, the result is worth the challenge."

"They got lucky, didn't they." Pepper guessed. Tony nodded and squeezed her hand. "Well, let's not take that chance again. They have each other now. I don't think you should stress yourself anymore with these spells you do." She offered uncertainly, raising an eyebrow at the incredulous look on Tony's face. "Or at least rest before you do."

"Is everyone ready?" Phil asked. By this time, the children had said their respective goodbyes and Tony could tell by the loom on Odin's face that he and his son had come to a fragile peace. Good for them, he supposed, though he didn't much like The Allfather for casting the boy out in the first place. Much could have been spared had the Asgardians been knocked off their high horses. Heimdall nodded when Tony caught The Guardian's golden gaze, and he slid the sword into the Observatory.

They were gone in a flash of color.

Much indeed. Heimdall agreed.

There was something different about life back at the Tower after being away for so long. They landed on the launch pad for the Iron Man suits and Sigyn raced to the edge, wonder filling every inch of her being. Loki bounded after her in quick, urgent steps and pulled her back.

"Wait!" He insisted.

"You're silly." She snickered. "Have you forgotten that you taught me how to fly?"

"There is no magic here." He warned.

That confused her.

"What nonsense do you speak, Loki? There is magic aplenty."

"Yes, but not to the Midgardians." He hissed. "And we must fit in. So there is no magic here."

"What's the point of us being here if it is only going to be like Asgard all over again?" Sigyn sneered. Loki sighed.

"You don't understand." The prince insisted.

"Then enlighten me, all-knowing Prince of Asgard." She snickered.

"The people of Midgard have created many Realms inside one planet, none of them are united. There are different things to learn and see and do with each culture, and they are all very mortal. When I say there is no magic here, I do not mean that they purposely ignore it."

"They lack the resources to access it." She realized. Loki nodded.

"And as a result, anything strange or out of place would be treated the same as it would be anywhere else." He said.

"With extreme prejudice." They chorused.

"I think I understand." Sigyn mused. "You said there is much to know… so there are books?"

"On everything."

"Count me in!" She grinned eagerly. "This place sounds better already!"

And thus began the second life of Loki Friggason and Sigyn Njord-dottr.