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Changing a God

Twentieth Day

"I think we should buy takeout," I say to the Avengers gathered around me.

"Whyyy?" my father practically pouts at me.

I raise an eyebrow at him; come on who seriously thinks he's the grown-up between the two of us? "Because, Dad, you're all over the news. Imagine the Avengers, Loki and a random girl eating shawarma in public."

Thor frowns. "You're not random, Emma, you're the daughter of Stark."

Inwardly, I roll my eyes. Outwards I smile at him, "Thank you, Thor, but to the public I will be. No one knows Tony Stark has a daughter, remember?"

Thor nods understandingly, remembering the information.

My father places his arm around my shoulders. I smile at him. "Will you buy it then?" He's still pouting. Should a grown man really be able to pout?

I laugh at him. "Of course, Dad, who else would do it?"

So, this is awkward. I sit between my father and Loki at the dining table. We're all eating shawarma, and no one is talking. Maybe it was a mistake to get Loki to join us. But then again, they did agree to it. The least they could do was pretend to enjoy themselves.

I sigh. "Do you like the shawarma?" I ask, in lack of anything else to say.

There's a few seconds of silence, before Steve clears his throat, "It's interesting. I've never had anything like it before."

Loki hums in agreement; before he can stop himself, I think, 'cause he pauses after. The others pause too, but after a minute they return to their food. Except Clint. He keeps looking at Loki. But I'm not sure what the look in his eyes is; malice, hatred, curiosity, wonder or simply observation, I don't know.

I think Loki notices his look too, maybe he feels it. Anyway, he sighs softly and looks up from eating. Clearing his throat, he says, "I have to apologize to you all, I hope you can all consider forgiving me. Even though the things I have done are terrible." He turns to Clint, "I'm very sorry for using you, Barton, my sincerest apologies. I can understand if you can't forgive me. I am truly sorry."

I keep my eyes on the others, watching their reaction. They look shocked at being apologized to; none of us expected it after all. But their shocked expressions turn pleased. Even Clint looks pleased; I thought he would still be mad at Loki for using him, but maybe he understands. I mean, he works under people himself, he has killed for others before, so he probably believes in second chances.

Bruce looks around at the others, before giving a small smile and saying, "Loki, thank you for apologizing, it means a lot. You wouldn't be sitting here, if we hadn't forgiven you to an extent." Then he looks at me and smiles even more. I frown, what now? "In fact the reason why we chose to forgive you was in the end because of Emma. I think you owe her your thanks."

I blush and look down from his eyes. I didn't really do anything, except getting the truth from him, I guess. And they could have done that themselves. Not that they would have, but they could.

"Trust me when I say, I am incredibly thankful for Emma. She made me realize what I was doing, and most importantly, she believed in me. Yes, I owe her a lot." I can hear the smirk in his voice, without even looking. I can feel my blush growing, and I know they all notice.

My father clears his throat, "Well, my daughter is amazing." With that he pulls me closer to him, essentially pulling me away from Loki.

I roll my eyes. Protective much, huh? Not that I really mind. I already decided not to make the heartbreak bigger, after all. So I guess, this is better.

Loki's wearing handcuffs again; for appearances only. They let him be free from the muzzle. All of the Avengers and me, well except Thor, are wearing casual clothes. Both to be comfortable and to easier blend in.

I've locked eyes with him a couple of times; a few times in the car ride here and then now. Thor's saying goodbye to everyone, me included, well I hope it's more of a "see you soon" goodbye. I get a hug from him myself and a huge smile.

"It was really great meeting you, Emma," he says in that booming voice of his. I smile back at him and return the sentiment. After all, he is a really nice guy and it has been great meeting him and hanging out with him.

When he walks back to Loki, who's standing in the middle of this square in the park, I lock eyes with Loki again. It seems all he's been doing is looking at me. I look away awkwardly, glancing around the park. Had we been here for another reason, it would have been nice to walk around in. The weather's nice and the flowers are blooming. I sigh, that's a dream for another time. For now, we're here to say goodbye to Thor and Loki.

His eyes are still looking straight at me, glancing at him proves that. My heart has started to beat kind of fast, or it just feels that way. I made the promise to myself of not making my heartbreak bigger than it will be anyway. But I kind of want to break it. How can I stand here and say goodbye to him? In those last few days he's become such a big part of my life, that I don't know how to let him go.

"Emma," I hear his voice call out to me. I take a deep breath and look him in the eyes again. They're ready to leave for Asgard; any second now they'll be gone. "I'm going to miss you. Thank you for everything." Is it me or did his voice break?

I can feel the tears in my eyes. It's going to hurt so badly, when he leaves. It hurts already! I should say something, say goodbye. My father squeezes my arm comforting, but I can't focus on that right now. I have to say goodbye to him, to Loki.

I open my mouth to respond, thinking I'll respond to his kind words. No words come out, I don't know what to say. What do you say to the guy who changed your life? What do you say? Thank you? I'll miss you? I love you? All those are true, but I don't know which to say. I close my mouth again.

He looks disappointed, like he thinks I won't say anything. No no, Loki, that's not it. Oh god, I want to cry! Why is this so hard?! But before I can say anything, he turns towards Thor and nods.

My body reacts before my mind can even think the thought.

"Wait!" A voice yells, and as I run towards him, I realize it was my own voice.

I stop just in front of him and then I lean forward, successfully locking our lips together. I don't care about heartbreak, I don't care about anything other than Loki. I can feel the smile on his lips as we kiss. My hands move to pull him even closer, and I think his would too, if they were free.

He tastes sweet and fresh, almost like peppermint. I sigh against his lips, this is even better than I thought. I lean slightly back and watch him follow me slightly, with a smile on both of our faces. "I think I might love you," I whisper to him. And I'm thankful that Thor has had the decency to step back from us, so he doesn't hear.

He smirks, but it soon evolves into a smile. "I think I might love you, too." Both of our expressions fall slightly, though, when we remember that he's leaving and we might not get to see each other again. This is going to hurt so much. I groan inwardly. Screw this, I think and kiss him again. We'd better get the most of it now.

"Goodbye, I'll miss you so much," I whisper against his lips, before smiling sadly at him. He smiles back at me, before whispering, "Goodbye," three times in between kisses. I giggle.

I smile at him sadly one last time, before turning around to walk back to my place between my father and Natasha.

I pretend not to notice my father's very obvious frown as I stand next to him. If I were to look at the others, I'm guessing they're sporting similar expressions.

"What was that?" he asks me, with a very badly concealed frown.

I shrug, pretending it wasn't anything special. "My goodbye," I answer, not looking at him. I'm trying to capture my last glimpse of Loki as he and Thor disappears to Asgard. He's still looking at me as he goes.

I try to force my tears not to show themselves; trying to preserve my last memory of Loki forever.

"I hope you don't say goodbye to everyone like that," I then hear Natasha say, in a voice that are supposed to cheer me up. I smile involuntarily.

"I don't," I smile at her, "You don't have to worry about that." She smiles back, and I notice the others around us smiling, too.

(Loki's POV)

My last glimpse of Midgard before we leave, is of her; Emma Stark. So beautiful. I am so incredibly thankful for everything she has done for me. The reality would have been a completely different one had she not been there.

I close my eyes on the ride, thinking back on her. Her beautiful honey blond hair stood in wonderful contrast to the green park behind her; she looked almost like an angel standing there in all the nature. Her chocolate brown eyes were sparkling; of love or tears I couldn't tell. Perhaps it was both.

I know I'm going to a life-sentence to prison, what else can I get for trying to destroy Jotunheim? That one was all me, after all. I hope Thor will visit from time to time. Judging from how he is still calling me brother, he will. Maybe my parents will, too. Yes, parents, another thing Emma made me realize.

I don't know what else I will have for entertainment, probably nothing but memories. Memories can be nice, though. I have, after all, a lot of happy memories about my childhood and adolescence. It wasn't all bad, far from it. And now I have wonderful new memories to add to my collection. About Emma and the days we spent together. And biggest of them all; of her kiss.

My heart broke when she ignored my question yesterday, when she ran from the room like she could never imagine kissing me. But then she kissed me just now. And it was everything I hoped it would be. Except for the fact that we won't get any more time together.

Still, it was lovely. I can still taste her lips on mine; sweet like raspberries she was. I smile, it was definitely worth the memory.

"Are you thinking about Emma?" my brother asks me as we arrive; he must have noticed my smile. He gives Heimdall a nod of recognition, before pulling me with him.

"Yes," I say, not wanting to lie.

"She'll be alright, you know," he says; trying to comfort me, I think.

I smile at him. "I know, but I'll still miss her."

He smiles back, "I think she'll miss you, too."

"Yes," I sigh, "But she will also move on, hopefully. She deserves that."

He stops to observe me, before grinning. "I've missed you, Brother."

I laugh. "I've missed you, too, Brother," I say before being pulled into a bear hug.

(Emma's POV)

Once home the first thing I do is hug Pepper. I even manage to hug her, before my father does. I'll say that's impressive. Especially considering he hasn't shut up about her on the way home. After he made sure I was fine, of course.

Which I am, I'm fine. But that doesn't mean I might not need a few hours for myself. Because my heart is broken, of course it is. How could it not? So I might just want some time alone, to be sad. And then I'll be my own cheery self again. Anyway, my father and Pepper probably wants some time alone, too, so it shouldn't really be a problem. I smile, I'll be fine. Of course I will. I just need time.

Well, you can't say I didn't get what I wanted; I've spent time with my father, helped him, been on an adventure and made new friends. I even managed to change a god. Things definitely aren't boring, when I'm with him.

Well, this story has come to an end. I would love to know what you think of it ^^ And I will be writing a sequel, so I hope you'll look forward to that. It will be called Dating a God, so you can probably tell what it's going to be about. A few months might pass before I post anything, though, 'cause I haven't even started writing it yet and I only know a few of the things I want to happen. If any of you have any ideas, feel free to write it to me in a review or something, and I will try my best to fit it into the story. Thank you once again for everyone who has reviewed, favourited or followed, it really has made me happy every time. I hope you liked the story and will like the sequel, too, when I get around to posting that. Thank you and merry Christmas!