Thank you from the bottom of my heart all those who read and commented on this story. And of course, thank you to my boo, Commanderlexatrash, for her support and advice. I don't know what I'd do without you, babe!

So here we go...into the finale.

Without the constant stress of their families, Eliza and Loki fell into a comfortable routine. With her parents gone, and with Thor's blessing, they had moved into her families chambers. Loki had insisted that they do a complete renovation and while he took Eliza down for a day on Asgard's beaches, Thor made sure it was done.

"Are you ready?" Loki had covered her eyes with his hands, as he led her to the center of the room.

"I suppose so, although being this being blinded doesn't help my coordination," She replied laughing.

"Okay!" Loki pulled his hands away. Eliza had to blink a few times to get used to what she was seeing.

It wasn't that her parents had the place sparsely decorated, it was quite the opposite, everything was precise and elegant, and it definitely wasn't what Eliza had in mind. The main room was brightly lit with large and colorful paintings adorned on the walls, most of which she recognized from the galleries of the palace that she had mentioned to Loki that she had loved.

Her parents had the most severe looking furniture that would never, even after hundreds of years of breaking in would never make them remotely comfortable; they had been replaced by plush sofas and armchairs, with warm looking fuzzy blankets and plump pillows.

"Oh, Loki..."

"Wait!" He said excitedly and pulled her toward the master bedroom, throwing open the door she saw the humungous bed in the middle of the room, that looked so comfortable that she could have thrown herself on it and was sure she would be sound asleep within moments. Tall elegantly carved dressers stood against each wall.

"Now I know there are three other bedrooms and two of them we can figure out what to do with later but this one, Thor and I worked on ourselves."

He led her down the hall and opened the door to what was her old bedroom. It the walls had been painted light colors of yellows and greens and a beautiful crib was center stage, and next to that was an extremely old looking rocking chair.

"Thor said we can switch off with the rocking chair; he hopes he will need it back someday," Loki explained brightly.

"It's so old." Eliza ran her hands over the wood, it was soft and worn in places.

"It is very old indeed. It dates back to the creation of Asgard and it's first King, or so we were told growing up."

"How did you and Thor get all this done?"

"I told him about how you always talking about how you would have things in your own space. He said he could get it done in a day if I could distract you."

"Thank you." She sat down slowly in the ancient rocker, it felt perfect; her hands traveled to her belly where the baby inside kicked excitedly. "I think he's just as excited as I am."

Loki shifted nervously in front of her, "What is it?" She asked eye brow's raised.

"I, uh..." He tried to shake the nervousness away as he got on his knees in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Eliza laughed, the baby edging on being uncomfortable as it kicked at her insides.

"I know we kind of went about this the "wrong" way, doing this all out of order, but if someone had told me that the scrawny, dirt-kneed, little pain in the ass that they brought to the palace school when we were little would end up being my best friend and the mother of my child I would have died laughing...but—"

"Are you going to ask me what I think you are going to ask me?" Eliza interrupted, a smile erupting on her face.

"I am more in love with you then I ever thought I could be."

"I love you too." The smile began to make her face ache.

"Eliza—"

"Yes!" She interrupted again.

Loki laughed, "I didn't even get to ask."

"Did you really think you had too?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him in for a kiss that somehow felt entirely brand new.

"Are you nervous?" Thor asked as Loki stood in front of him dressed in his finest clothes.

"Not at all." He flashed his brother a smile.

"Hmph, I should make you do this for me, its a bit nerve wracking being someone's best man AND marrying them at the same time."

"You are Allfather, you have done many things more important than this, and in front of more people too." Loki gestured to the hall that was teeming with people.

"This is entirely different."

"I don't see how but I promise you, when you and Sif finally wed, I will gladly take over."

At the mention of Sif's name Thor's eyes brightened. It wasn't long after Lore and her parents were banished that her brother had followed suit, not even bothering to leave Sif a note. Sif was less than heartbroken, as their marriage hadn't been a happy one, it was dissolved immediately. It was a perfect match and one that everyone had expected until their lives took the unfortunate detour.

But, now, everything was back on track.

Everyone became quiet as music filled the hall; despite his calm demeanor Loki felt every cell in his body quiver with excitement; he locked eyes with Frigga who was bouncing baby Emma on her lap as she gave him a knowing smile. Sif glided down the aisle first, glowing in a gold and red gown, looking happier than Loki had seen her in recent memory, but he kept his eyes focused on the back entryway, waiting for Eliza.

When the cords of the music changed he felt his heart rise in his throat as Eliza stepped into view. Nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful she looked in her wedding dress, her hair piled on the top of her head with elegant ringlets falling here and there, the jewels sewn into the fabric glittered from the bright light of the candles—she looked exactly like the princess she was about to become. A tiny pink fist broke through the flowered bundle she was carrying and a small whimper made Loki sigh as he watched his bride and his son make their way toward him.

Eliza handed the now squirming baby to Sif, and placed her hands on Loki's open ones, more anxious than ever to start their new forever.