A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed, that was helpful. No one outright said to stop writing now, so I'm just going to continue the story the way I had planned. A lot of you remained ambiguous which ended up helping too so thanks…I'll tell you more at the end. Anyways:

The days were longer in Asgard. That was Darcy's justification for taking three naps in one day.

Jane was quite taken with the castle; its history and magic blew her away, much to Loki's enjoyment. Every day was an adventure and Jane was genuinely in love with the golden building that seemed to shine, even at night. The stars could be seen from Asgard but there weren't many in quantity, it was their huge size that differed from the stars Jane was used to observing.

They shone so bright that it was difficult to stare at them too long but truly, Asgard was a world of its own. But for two mortals walking around like tourists, it was hardly home. The people were different, the food was unique, even the animals were different. Magic was everywhere, to the point that Jane had given up trying to make sense of it and just decided to enjoy the scenery.

And what a wondrous scenery it was.

But it still wasn't familiar. It wasn't home.

In Asgardian time, Jane concluded that they all had been there for about a week, even though it felt like a month. The novelty of the new kingdom was wearing off and Jane was nostalgic of her work back home.

Along with Loki, Jane frequented the castle library to look around and read of Asgardian science and astrology. There was no uncertainty or mystery in Asgardian knowledge though. They knew everything.

Jane missed the unclear calculations; she missed having to take risks and jump to conclusions and discuss theories for hours. In Asgard, there were no theories, just facts.

And if one thing was clear, then it was the fact that Loki had changed.

He held on to Jane as if she were his lifeline. Even Thor left Darcy alone for hours to meet up with his friends, but Loki never dared to let Jane out of his sight.

To the castle members who had known Loki since forever, the relationship between Jane and Loki was mystifying. The couple were always together, somehow always connected. Each spoke softly as if every word they spoke was a secret. They moved around one another, if one moved, the other would follow. It was a hypnotic dance that had no end, no explanation. They weren't pompous with their affection but even the way they stared at one another seemed too intimate to the eyes of others. They were close, so close that they came off as one spirit.

They were in love, so deeply that it scared Odin and Frigga.

The parents had a soft spot of Jane; she did after all take care of their son. But she had turned Loki into someone new and they weren't sure if they approved. She was only human after all.

Despite her lack of immortality, Jane had changed Loki in permanent ways. He had lost his cynical frown and seemed relaxed at times. It was as if he had grown up. The God of Mischief still carried an air of disdain but it was a lot less intense.

Much to Frigga's dismay, Loki refused to wear his Asgardian clothes and he asked Jane to continue wearing her Midgardian ones instead of wearing the traditional Asgardian gowns.

"Loki, you look absolutely ridiculous in that attire," Frigga told him.

"But Mother, I prefer this."

"How can you possibly prefer that?"

"It's more comfortable and it's not as heavy as the armor," Loki stiffly replied. Talking to Frigga was still difficult for him and it wasn't clear to either of them if Loki had forgiven his parents.

That elephant in the room was ignored since Loki's arrival and no one except for Jane and Darcy was surprised. No one had even whispered about the big incident and people were behaving as if Loki just came back from a prolonged holiday.

"Alright, but wouldn't you agree that your brother looks a bit foolish in his Midgardian…I don't even know what to call what he's wearing but he looks as un manly as do you," Frigga said, disgusted.

Darcy, who was sitting in the same chamber along with Jane, spoke up.

"With all due respect ma'am, Thor looks pretty hot when he isn't wearing his red drapes," she laughed at her little joke. "Plus, I showed him pics of Superman with his cape and underwear and I feel like that may have turned him off so now he's very anti-cape in general."

Frigga sighed. These mortal women had turned her beautiful sons into Midgardian fools.

"Alright, I suppose it's for the best. As for you ladies, especially Jane, you have been wearing clothes of men since you have arrived. Would you prefer something a bit more feminine?"

Darcy snorted and from that day on, Frigga always saw Jane wearing a skirt or dress.

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"I'm bored."

Darcy flung one of Loki's ink pens at him, daring him to react.

He glared at her and before the pen touched him, it flipped around and shot towards Darcy. She yelped and jumped off her chair to avoid getting hurt.

Another week, according to Jane, had passed. She didn't need her telescope to see anything on the Asgardian sky but she set it up anyways. She stationed it next to Loki's window and then stationed herself next to it. And she had stayed there for the entire evening.

Time passed slowly in Asgard and the people lived mundane lives. No one was in a rush to do anything. Apparently, they had feasts regularly to look forward too, yet the excitement for them never wore off.

Loki had never cared much for celebration and he didn't care now either. Darcy liked the food but she got easily annoyed at the sexist jokes and how Asgardian men portrayed women as a piece of meat or a toy meant for possession. Lady Sif was the only likeminded one but she hated Darcy for no apparent reason.

Well, to Darcy it was pretty clear. She was jealous of Darcy beyond words for luring in Thor and Sif didn't even try to comprehend the attraction. Most of Thor's friends looked down upon Jane and Darcy so the girls stopped going to the feasts. Loki was more than willing to stay behind, but Thor was torn.

In the end though, he stopped attending the feasts as well, no longer fond of his old friends' jests and jitters, so they all spend their nights in Loki's chamber, passing time with one another's company.

"Brother!" Thor yelled, helping up Darcy from the floor. "How dare you?!"

Loki sighed, "I dare because your lady friend is severely bored and she's toying with me for amusement. Darcy you are so obsessed with the rights of women, but why do you treat men like dirt?"

"Because," was Darcy's educated reply.

Thor frowned. "Darcy does not treat men like dirt."

Loki laughed at that. "If I'm not mistaken, you were there today when she asked me to turn Oppy, one of the male servants into a rat when she discovered when he was harassing a young girl."

Jane started laughing too.

"No, the best part was when she ran after him with that butter knife, ready to chop his head off and she ran into your mom," Jane giggled.

"I've never seen Frigga so horrified," Loki agreed.

"Well she had never seen a woman trying to behead a rat before," Thor chuckled.

They all laughed into the night, pleasant in one another's company.

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And thus, a tradition began.

Frigga began seeing her sons less and less. They were drifting apart from Asgardian society and they were no longer interested in their royal duties. Even Thor seemed to not wish to be a part of Odin's army.

Frigga begged Odin to act, before it was too late.

"You must to something my king, those girls will take my boys away back to that lowly realm and we shall never see them again!"

"Don't worry my Queen, I will find a resolve to this," Odin told her.

Later that day, Thor, Loki, Jane, and Darcy were called into the king's private chamber for some good news.

"Father," Thor greeted Odin for the rest of the group. Odin noticed how little he recognized his sons. They all looked incredible differently. Thor was wearing a crème dress shirt that clung to his body and flattered his chest muscles. He wore grey slacks and brown dress shoes with a piece hanging his neck, a trinket Darcy had made and given to him. His hair was tied back and his face was neatly shaved, his usual scruff gone. Loki's hair was entirely different. It was much shorter and he didn't look pale anymore. His face was healthier and he looked more satisfied. He had on a navy blue dress shirt and a scarf hanging loosely since the heat or chill wasn't an issue to him. He was wearing pants that matched Thor's except they were in black and he had on black dress shoes.

To any human being on earth, Loki and Thor looked charming well-dressed gentlemen with superb taste. But to Odin, they all looked idiotic in their plain, non-embellished clothing that had no flare or appeal to him.

"Welcome, my sons, please have a seat everyone, I need to speak with you all."

They all sat on what could be called as a sofa but it was far too elegant and was large enough to be a bed.

"What is the news Father?" Thor asked politely.

Odin sat on a luxurious chair before them, and though he sat there, sans crown or fancy robes, he still managed to intimidate all of them.

"Thor, my son, I was pondering over when we should hold the commemoration and I wanted to ask you of your opinion. We will hold it whenever you would like."

"Commemoration? For what Father?"

"For my legacy as the king of Asgard of course."

Loki understood where this was going and immediately looked at Thor who was completely confused.

"Ah, well, your legacy…shouldn't that be your decision?"

Odin got up and paced a little, unsure of how to phrase his next words. He finally turned his back to them and spoke, "It's not just a celebration for the old King. It's also a welcome for the new one."

Thor's expression hardened.

"What is this blasphemy you speak of? Who is in all universes dares to overthrow the King of Asgard?"

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor's naivety.

Odin dramatically turned around. "You. You will be the new king of Asgard."

The next thing that happened could only be described as a series of unfortunate events. Thor opened his mouth then closed. Then he opened it once more but then closed it. He finally opened it again but no sound came out.

The other four just stared at Thor as his face went from pink to green to blue to red.

Finally, he spoke. "I will not."

Odin raised his eyebrow in challenge. "Oh? And why is that? You prefer wasting your youth frolicking with a bunch of mortals for the rest of eternity? Do not forget what you are. You are the next in line for the throne and will be king once I am gone."

"But you are still here," Loki pointed out quietly.

Odin ignored Loki's cheeky remark and continued to stare at Thor who was looking everywhere, trying to figure out if this was all a jest.

"Father, why must you do this to me?" Thor asked, completely thrown off.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. You dreamt of the throne as a child and it is indeed your destiny. Now, you will select the time, and you will do so now. Consult your brother and your new friends if you have to, but you may not run away from your duties. I will not allow it. You will be King, and you will have to give up spending so much time with your brother and the mortals."

"What?" Thor asked immediately.

"Lady Sif's Father, you know the man, he offered her hand in marriage. She is quite suitable for you and will make a beautiful bride and queen. Would you rather wed before or after you are king? I suggest after since that will be a more calm time to proclaim your marriage."

Thor stared at Odin flabbergasted. Darcy was fuming in her spot where Jane had her under her arm, trying to keep Darcy from attacking Odin or Thor. Thor looked over at Darcy and quickly flinched at her angry expression.

"Father, firstly I am not interested in wedding Sif. She is a friend of mine, but we are not in love," Thor explained, trying to get a hold of Darcy hand which she pulled away.

"Son, you need a queen at your side. A king is nothing without his queen."

"What about Lady Darcy?" Loki offered, noticing Darcy's anger building.

"What of her?" Odin questioned, ignoring Darcy's glare.

Now it was Thor's turn to glare at Odin. "What do you mean 'what of her'? Haven't you noticed, we are in love Father!"

Darcy stopped squirming. Thor had yet to properly say "I love you" so it was the first time she heard him admit his love.

And this was not the situation she imagined herself to be in when he did.

"Love!" Odin scoffed, "It's a mere infatuation. Mortal women are softer and more attached than our kind but they are weak."

"They are not weak!" Loki and Thor yelled in unison.

Odin stared angrily at Thor. "If you want to make the mistake of choosing the wrong bride then I will not stop you, for after you are king, it will not be my choice. I can only warn you as a father and I suggest you mature before you have the crown on your head."

Thor stood up raging. "Then I shall never mature, for I wish to never have that damned crown on my head!"

A/N: So you can probably tell, I'm not ending the story right now. I definitely will finish business in Asgard properly and I will send them all back to Midgard like I originally wanted to. What I plan to do from there is to write a sequel as some of you suggested and I definitely will solve ties with SHIELD and possibly include the Avengers. I mean, it's not a guarantee, but I don't to confuse anyone in terms of what to expect. All I can ask is that you continue to read and stay tuned :)

The reason I thought I should end the story now is because I thought stretching it might get boring but clearly many of you would rather I keep writing. So really, thank you for answering my question.

My thank you list is super long this time since I didn't get a chance to show appreciation last chapter but still a very large bone crushing virtual hug to JadeRiceBall, Serenity Akagi, pelegoddess, MidnightxDemon, mysweetkat, spooky tooth, JigokuShoujosRevenge, JPElles, EABrandon, megumisakura, Princess PrettyPants, JaninaM8, odinsdatter9 , and everyone who's still reading. THANK YOU SO MUCH and I hope you all are blessed with a lovely morning/afternoon/evening/night.