A/N- Wow. I can't believe that this is it. The last chapter. XD That took me, what, five days? Well, I can't say I'm completely satisfied with the story (especially the ending) but it is definitely better. And I fixed the continuity errors. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

Three weeks. It's been three weeks since Loki died, since Thor beat Malekith and saved the nine realms. There were celebrations, but I didn't participate, simply choosing to hide away from the world. I barely moved from my bed, usually spending the dad mindlessly staring at the bookshelves in my room. They were full, packed to the brim. They were all gifts, most from Odin and Thor, but quite a few from others as well. To help me move past my grief, I suppose. The first week, everyone came to talk to me. It didn't help. I didn't listen. Especially since everyone told me that I shouldn't be so distraught over 'a monster like Loki'. But I never responded. I hardly ate. Hardly moved. Practically catatonic. The maids pulled me along like a limp doll, a mannequin, feeding me and bathing me and dressing me and trying to get me to respond. But I just couldn't muster the will.

That's how I was now. Staring at the bookshelves, waiting for the maids to come and continue the daily ritual. There was a knock on the door, but I didn't stand to answer it, only giving a noncommittal hum as response. The door opened, revealing a guard. My eyes flicked to him, seeing him but not fully registering.

He cleared his throat. "Lady Rachel, the All-Father wishes to speak with you."

Everyone had taken to calling me 'Lady Rachel'. I didn't really know why, nor did I care. Nor did I wish to have an audience with the king. Not that I really had a choice, though. With a sigh, I stood, following the man to the throne room.

Sitting regally, Odin watched as the guard led me into the room. With a curt nod, the guard was dismissed, leaving me along with the king. A while ago, this would have made me nervous. Hell, a few months ago, I wouldn't even dream of being in the same room as Odin, much less fighting alongside his sons! But now, after everything that had happened, I was just numb.

"You wanted to speak to me?" My voice was flat, emotionless.

"Yes," Odin replied. "I wanted to know how you knew of the events that transpired."

"Because I lived them," I deadpanned.

"True, but you seemed to know before they even happened," Odin pointed out.

I shrugged. "I had seen it. In a movie." I blinked, realizing I hadn't told anyone any of this before. "When I woke up. I had fallen asleep after watching the movie."

"So, cross-dimensional travel?" Odin said, thinking.

I shrugged again. "I guess. Is that all?"

"No," Odin said. "I realized I never got the chance to thank you."

I was confused. What had I done to deserve thanks? "Pardon?"

"For making me say goodbye to her," he continued. "To Frigga."

Now, I was even more confused. Before I was brought back to Asgard, I hadn't had any interaction with Odin, much less warning him prior to his wife's demise. The only one I had talked to was…

…Loki. I had told Loki to say goodbye.

Now, I knew that in the movie, he had survived. But, I didn't know what to think here, being as I had killed him, and he hadn't given any clues that he was still alive. I had held out hope at first, but it waned over the days that went by. But, given this little tidbit of a clue, a seed of doubt was planted in my mind. I almost didn't want to hope, but… "Loki?"

Odin smirked, and a flash of green revealed the fallen prince. "Hello, Rachel."

I was silent, shocked. At first, I didn't know what to think.

Then, I got pissed off.

I walked right up to Loki, and slapped him across the face. Judging by his look of complete shock, this was not the reaction he was expecting. He looked back at me, the look in his eye somewhat annoyed, somewhat amused. "Really?"

"I thought you were dead," I said fiercely. "I thought I killed you, and you were here the entire time, watching as I went practically comatose, and you said nothing. What the hell, Loki? What the fucking hell?"

"I have no excuse for that," Loki admitted. "But, I have a question for you. Did I die in your movie?"

"No," I replied. "But, then again, it was a much different death. I couldn't be sure, not with how it looked this time."

Loki laughed. "You have such little faith in me, my dear. However, you do know that you have to keep this secret, correct?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Duh. You say that as if I was going to go around spouting about how the All-Father is actually the malevolent psychopath who tried to take over Earth."

"I'm not a psychopath," he deadpanned.

I snorted. "Sure you are. Look at it as a compliment, though. I always do."

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Well, regardless. As you can see, I am fine. And, I believe I know how to send you home."

I took a step back, startled. "What do you mean?"

"Back to your dimension," Loki said. "It's time you went home."

"Y-you're getting rid of me?" I breathed. Terror gripped at me. I didn't want to leave. This place was beautiful, and the people so much kinder than my own family.

Loki gave me a sad smile. "You've learned all you can from here. I believe you can do much more elsewhere. You have great potential, Rachel. But not here."

I shook my head, confused. This didn't sound like Loki, but I knew it was. I could feel his magic, I recognized it from spending so long with him. "But… I don't want to go. I love it here."

"Is that why you've been in a state of catatonia since my death?" he asked, amused.

My words died in my throat. "But, my family…"

"You can stand up to them, Rachel," Loki said. He reached into one of the pockets of his golden armor and pulled out a necklace. It had a delicate silver chain, with a small blue cube pendant attached. The cube pulsed with a gentle light, and I could feel the power radiating from it. I gasped, realizing what it was. Loki handed it to me. "This is a piece of Tesseract. You can use it to communicate through the dimensions, speak to me if you wish. But it can also get you home."

I looked at the necklace in my hand, felt the pulses of power coming off it. My gaze went back to Loki. "Why now?"

He tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

"It's been weeks," I said. "Why are you just giving me this now?"

Loki sighed. "Someone… advised that this may be the best course of action. And they were right. Regardless, it is time you went home, Rachel."

I took a breath and nodded. I looked from the necklace, up to Loki, slipping the chain around my neck. "How do I do it?"

"Focus," he said. "Close your eyes. You'll feel your magic connect to that of the tesseract. Then, image yourself home. The pendant will take care of the rest."

I nodded, and closed my fist around the cube. Before I could reach out my magic, Loki broke my concentration. "Be careful. The power of the tesseract is infinite, but it is dangerous. Use the cube sparingly."

"I will," I promised. Then, I closed my eyes, reached out my magic to close around the tesseract. I felt the energy from the cube latch on to mine, and a tingling sensation erupted throughout my whole body, not unpleasantly. I pictured my room, the bed with the familiar comforter, the painted walls, the TV hanging, my bag and clothes strewn on the floor. The tingling intensified, then stopped all together. I opened my eyes to see my room, everything exactly how I left it.

I was home.

A/N- That's it. That's the end. Of Awaken, annyway. I'll have others coming soon. But, for now, I'm going to go and revise the How I Befriended My Window series. Until then, fave, follow, review, and PM me