I have split the final chapter into two paragraphs,
mainly because I enjoy writing this story and all the nice reviews I have been getting.

-Hazel

Tony played softly with the body of his creation, his fingers were stained with oil, allowing him the freedom to pull and tweak the individual metal clogs and certain wires whichever way he desired. It had been little over a week since Loki's last trip, he promised Tony he would return in some form, but first he would stand trial and face whatever Odin punished him with. Only then after would Loki be free to love him… Tony promised to wait, and despite all of the pleas and promises from all the women and men, he wouldn't…he couldn't lie with anyone that wasn't Loki. Pulling Tony from his thoughts, there was a familiar rumble in the sky, signalling the arrival of the all-powerful god of thunder. This would have been the first time since the Manhattan attack the god had returned. Tony expected a few more months at least before the god would appear, with the trial of his adoptive brother, things would not have been easy for Thor. Tony's thoughts were suddenly cut off by Jarvis.

"Sir, your colleagues are asking for you…" Tony scoffed at the term colleague used by the British super computer. He wiped his hands of the rag beside him, turning to the elevator.

"Tell my Jarvis, will I need the suit?"

"It's not that kind of request sir." He smiled as the doors closed. "But it would be a great consideration…" before her could ask the machine what he meant, another voice spoke.

"Stark, are you there?" The voice of the captain was tense, not like the usual shy Steve Rogers.

"On my way up as we speak Cap-sicle." He bit his cheek but received no vicious comeback or laughter from Clint; he assumed he was on speaker anyway. "…is everything alright?" there was silence on the other side, a few cocking of guns from Natasha no doubt and a hiss of anger that arose from Clint's familiar throat.

"It's better if you just come up…" Steve muttered under his breath.

"-and make it fast." Hawk jumped in, the anger in his voice high despite his usual strong emotionless self, the unmistakable sound of the bow springing open followed before finally the line cut off. Eventually the doors reopened, and Tony was faced with the whole team, excluding Thor, their backs facing him. He crawled out silently, looking between them all with confusion. None of them had heard or saw him enter, all except for Bruce, who just smiled crafty. He slowly circled the room till he was stood beside Bruce.

"…What's going on hulky?" He whispered to the fellow scientist. Bruce was drinking calmly from his coffee cup before answering.

"Turns out our darling point break, has brought someone else along with him…" He pointed towards the outstretched cement and glass, Tony's usual entrance to the avenger's tower with the purple cup. Tony saw Thor standing there in the rain, his red cap fluttering behind him and his shoulder length hair clinging to his neck and scalp. He marched along the walkway, his beloved hammer sitting in his hand ready to fight back if needed. Behind him, only just, followed a familiar God of mischief, Tony's throat was burning at the sight of him. The doors opened, allowing Thor to enter. Steve jumped forward pointing to the two gods.

"No, he does not come in here!" He pointed to Loki. Thor didn't look at his brother but instead pointed his hammer to the God. Tony noticed he was dressed down from the armour, a green cotton shirt and blue slacks only sitting on his skin. Loki rolled his eyes at Steve's words, he turned slightly away, his eyes catching Tony's and holding a soft gaze.

"My brother is of no harm Captain…" Thor lowered his eyes, his arm falling to his side along with his voice. "Odin has sentenced Loki…" His voice was breaking unevenly. "…he has sentenced my brother-"

"I have been banished…" Loki stepped forward, breaking eyes with Tony and ignoring the drawn weapons as he entered the room more and more. "My immortality, my title, my driven need for power…removed…To put it simple, I am mortal." Clint steps forward in an attempt to get closer to the God, having the biggest grudge of all against them; Natasha holds her hand out, stopping him from venturing closer.

"So what now reindeer games…?" Clint spits at the previously titled God. Loki's eyes fall from Steve and switch to Clint, they are burning emerald with some form of amusement and lost sadness, an uneven and strange balance. "You live here until you prove yourself worthy…?" Clint is of course referring to Thor and his banishment, exiled until worthy of his title…it makes perfect enough sense. Clint untightens his grip on the bow, his knuckles no longer burning bright white and instead they shake raw red.

"Odin's original plans where for me to prove myself worthy, like Thor's case…but things have changed since then." The team all look between themselves, all besides Thor and Tony whose eyes remain lost and hazed. Thor steps forward, his arms dragging slightly as he looks around the room with weak and tear stained eyes. Thor looks back to Loki, but the god of mischief is looking only at the floor. Thor turns back to his fellow team members, tears falling down his cheeks and running off his jaw.

"My brother is to remain mortal…forever."