Epilogue

Many months had passed since I had made that decision, and I could honestly say that I hadn't regretted it one bit. Sure I got homesick quite a bit, and almost all my time was filled up with training and whatnot. But I really enjoyed being here and was glad to be doing something important with my life. Fury had helped to make my existence in this world official and I'd celebrated by moving out of Stark tower and finding my own place. Tony still offered me financial support though and Steve had even helped me take all the furniture up (It was a penthouse apartment and the lift was temporarily broken). But anyway, soon enough I was leading a somewhat normal and independent life.

After spending a few weeks waiting for his brother to reappear- or even the Chitauri- Thor had headed back to Asgard. A few days later Bruce departed to wherever it was he was going too and Tony went back to his mansion in Malibu with Pepper in tow. As for the two agents, I saw them regularly at the Helicarrier (when they weren't on missions) and as for Steve... I saw him quite a lot actually,he kept his promise to help me train so we went to the gym quite a lot and he'd then come over to my apartment where I would -try- to help him get up to speed with the 21st century. We became quite good friends, both feeling out of place in this world and so naturally coming together.

But not like that. We're only friends.

In time I gained another... friend, and this one was more of a surprise than anything else.

After a particularly hard day of training, I had returned home with the intention of just diving onto my bed and not moving until the next day. Apparently though, the universe had other ideas because I walked through the front door to see steam escaping from the open door of the bedroom and the sound of the shower could be heard. I was at a loss about what to do because none of my training had prepared me for a thief who breaks into apartments for a shower and there was nothing to indicate how they had got in in the first place. From what I could tell all the windows were intact and there was no signs of any forced entry on the door.

In the end I decided to actually see who the burglar was first before I took to action and slowly crept towards my bedroom door. By this time the shower had been switched off, yet I could not hear anyone walking about so continued onwards and hoped I wasn't about to get blinded by someones ass.

"Why are you creeping about?"

I jumped, swiveling about to face the intruder and coming into contact with the familiar smirking face of a certain Mr Whiskers... who was wearing only a towel around his waist and was dripping wet from the shower. Evidently he was the one who had broken in, which I supposed explained a lot.

"Why were you having a shower?" I asked, one of many questions swirling about in my head and he looked at me as though I were a moron.

"Well you don't expect me to remain filthy do you?" he asked, walking past me and heading back into the bedroom. "Now leave me so I can get changed."

That was how it all started, with the God of Mischief using my shower, not exactly your every day situation I'd imagine. It managed to get weirder of course seeing as he had no idea how to use a hairdryer- or indeed what it was- but had become fascinated by it and had 'ordered' me to show him how to use it. Thus the entrance of a situation which had me drying his hair whilst the TV played on in the background. It gave me a chance to ask some more questions of him and so I did.

"So what are you doing?" I asked, running the brush through his hair, wondering if him and Thor had hair... stylists on Asgard. "I mean here- in my apartment."

"Well I did promise to teach you did I not?" he pointed out. "The services you provide will be considered payment."

"Services?" I was unable to keep my mind momentarily out of the gutter and blushed ever so slightly.

"Clothes, food and a place to stay when I require it," he explained. "Midgardian clothes of course, I can hide easily among you mortals."

"Good to know," I replied, then hesitated slightly. "What about what happened with me and the Tesseract. What was that about?"

"You haven't figured it out?" asked the Trickster, turning to look at me. "You already know that the Tesseract and you have a similar magic, do you not? Well somehow you either absorbed or it gave you some of its power."

"I absorbed the Tesseracts power?" I asked in surprise, looking down at my hands as though I expected lighting to shoot out of them or something. "So what does that mean for me exactly?"

"I'm not sure, but that is something we will discover together."

"Together?" I repeated. "Why's that?"

Loki looked straight at me; "Because I'm going to teach you magic."