The Newest Asgardian Prince [Loki Love Story]

The End

                       5 years later...

    Loki stepped into New York for the first time in 4 years. Thor had found a way to sneak his brother into Asgard; that was where Loki had stayed. It was painful to walk the streets of New York remembering the past. Still yet Loki knew that New York was an important place to him for all the things he had experienced here. A shiver ran down his back as he caught a glimpse of Stark Tower.
    Thor had been on the younger gods nerves constantly telling him to find love, and Loki had certainly tried. Over the years there were plenty of lovers; none of them seemed to stick. They were never quite right. So, Loki returned to New York to find some semblance of purpose in his life. That seemed rather unlikely.
    Loki's first course of action would be to apply for a job as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Oh, that was another thing, over the five years since his imprisonment he was able to prove himself capable of good.
    The god traisped into headquarters after being cleared by several agents. Inside was chaotic. There was a whirl of strange faces of different agents. Loki thought he saw someone he knew, but he had to be wrong.
    Loki was soon herded into a room where he would be formally interviewed. The interviewer hadn't arrived quite yet. In the meantime, the god scratched at his black painted fingernails. Soon, a man in a black suit and eyeliner walked in with a dazed looked on his face. He had blonde curly hair, a thin beard, and blonde stubble. "Loki," the man mumbled more to himself then anyone else.
   "Oliver!" Loki screamed with all the air in his lungs.
    With a mad scramble, the gid enveloped the man in a huge hug. Now tears were streaming from both of their faces. "Oliver," Loki whispered, his voice shaking. "I thought you were gone I thought you died."
    "I did," Oliver replied matter of factly. "For a split second, that is. When I made my full recovery you were gone."
    Loki stared into the shorter man's eyes, examining them. "I wouldn't have left you voluntarily."
    Oliver collapsed in the taller man's arms. "Loki," he sighed. "That night I couldn't do anything with Jasper. I didn't like him like that, so I came to reprise my job and-"
     "Why are you telling me this?"
    "I realized I cared for you. When you left, I realized I loved you. I know you could never love a midgardian man-"
    Oliver's words were caught off by Loki's lips as he pulled Oliver into a passionate kiss. "Oliver," Loki chuckled. "I love you too. I couldn't stand life without you. I learned that it takes a lot for a god to die..."
    "Well, now you have me."
    "Forever?"
    "For always."