Author's Note: And just like that, we're at the end of this naughty tale! I truly hope that you have enjoyed this story. I'm not sure if I'll ever expand on it, but I think the possibility is there. I can't promise anything though, not with the million or so other stories and plot bunnies that await me currently. I just want to take a minute to thank each and every one of you for the love and support I received on this story. All the comments/reviews made me smile and the numerous faves/kudos were amazingly encouraging. Just, thank you. I love all my readers and I can't wait to see how you like this ending! Love you!

Notes: Story takes place after the events of the first Avengers movie but before Jane encounters the Aether in Thor: The Dark World. Thank you to GaeilgeRua for beta reading but any other mistakes you find are my own. I'll fix them later, but please do not point them out unless it's through a private message. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this! Much love, xxDustNight

Disclaimer: All non-original characters, plot points, and information belongs to those at Marvel Studios, Warner Brothers, or J.K. Rowling. The story plot and dialogue belongs to me. I do not write for profit.

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Part V

"And so, that's what happened…" Hermione trailed off, biting her lip because, honestly, she'd left out the parts where she and Loki had copious amount of sex before returning to Earth for Pansy's wedding. Her friends were staring at her in disbelief, Pansy in her wedding gown and Ginny and Luna in their green bridesmaids' dresses. To be honest, she probably wouldn't believe her story if she were them.

She knew, mostly because Loki had told her, that she had the appearance of a well-sated woman. Oh, and the fact that she couldn't keep the dopey grin from her face anytime Loki was near or she thought about him. Ugh, she truly had it bad. Beside her, Loki placed his hand on her shoulder and then whispered in her ear that he was going to go outside so she could finish getting ready with the girls. She nodded and then she was left alone with them.

"He seems interesting," Luna told her before wandering back over the vanity to finish her hair. The blonde witch was using her wand to twist little white daisies through her curls. "I'm glad the spell worked out for you."

"Yeah," Pansy gushed, coming forward to wrap her in a hug. "I was so worried when you never called to let us know you got home. And then when Harry was visited by freaking Thor the God of Thunder, well, we just thought the worst."

"Yeah, it certainly wasn't what I was expecting…"

"You're telling me." Pansy let her go and then reached for her veil. "Next time we drink, no wands allowed. I promise."

"I know you want to apologize for casting the charm on me, but you really don't have to." Hermione sighed, that stupid grin coming back to her lips. "I'm honestly quite happy with the turn of events. Who would have known my one true soulmate would hail from a realm light years away? And be Loki the god of Mischief, no less?" She laughed despite it all, which caused Ginny to push up from where she'd been seated on the couch, her pregnant belly getting in the way.

"Enough about all that," she said with a sly grin. "Now, that you're safe and sound, tell us about the sex because I don't think I've ever seen you look so thoroughly fucked."

"Ginny!" Both Pansy and Luna screeched as Hermione's mouth popped open in shock.

"What?" Ginny asked innocently, and the other witches could only shake their heads as they resumed getting ready for Pansy and Ron's wedding. "It's not like you all weren't wondering the same thing yourself."

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Later, after Hermione had placated Ginny by telling her the sex was mind-blowing and Pansy and Ron were officially wed, Loki found Hermione hovering by the cake table. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she immediately melted back into the embrace as she continued to watch Ron and Pansy share their first dance.

"Is there a secret alcove we could sneak off to for a few moments," Loki whispered in inquiry against the shell of her ear, causing a shiver of anticipation to race up and down her spine.

It made her shiver and her knickers dampen with arousal. She nodded mutely and then took his hand, whisking them off down a corridor before tugging him into a dark and secluded nook. She wasted no time, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He returned it with just as much fervor, their tongues tasting and vying for dominance. Ultimately, she allowed him to win the battle, enjoying submitting to Loki in such a way. Parting naturally, Hermione hooked one leg around his hip as his long fingered hand slid up her thigh, effectively pushing her dress out of the way.

His fingers traced the line of her lacy knickers, and Loki grinned mischievously as she whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. Specifically her. "Tell me what you want, Hermione," he asked voice husky with arousal.

"I want you inside of me," she practically begged, rocking her hips eagerly. "I want it hard, and fast. And after you finish, I'll still want you again tonight when we go home."

Loki's heart swelled at that, knowing his witch still wanted him even after all the times they'd been together and their unconventional beginnings. He'd been slightly concerned upon arriving on Midgard that their spark would fade, but still their flame burned strong. Chuckling as he slipped a single digit under her knickers, he was unsurprised to find her already soaking wet. All. For. Him. "My, my. It just so happens that is what I want as well."

He kept his emotions in check, not wanting to seem exceptionally sappy. He wasn't sure how Hermione would react to his budding romantic feelings. For now, he remained the mischievous lover she seemed to thoroughly adore. Knowing that they could be interrupted at any second, Loki magiced away her knickers and quickly undid the zip on his suit trousers. As his cock slid home, he hissed, the heat of her core making him want to come on the spot.

"Sweet Salazar," Hermione groaned as Loki began moving, his hips snapping back and forth ever so perfectly. "Please don't stop…"

"We really must talk about your need to call out other men's names when my cock is filling your cunt," Loki teased, Hermione having informed him all about the founders of Hogwarts and her inclination to use their names in moments of passion, frustration, or the like. "It can be such a distraction."

"Quiet, you." As Loki's thumb brushed against her clit, she lost her train of thought for a moment. When she could think again, she said, "You know I'll always call out your name when it matters most."

"Will you now?" He mumbled against her lips, his hips never relenting. "Care to prove that theory now?" He sped up his ministrations, both his fingers on her folds and his cock as it pounded her senseless.

And when she came undone, it was Loki's name that spilled from her lips as promised. He caught her words in a kiss, silencing her so that the wedding attendees didn't come looking to see what was happening out in the hall. Loki's orgasm followed her shortly thereafter, and after a few moments of cleaning up and kissing like teenagers, they returned to the festivities. Both were happier than they'd been in many a year, enjoying the reception together so much that they hardly paid mind to anyone else.

As the night wore on and the end of the party loomed closer, Hermione and Loki took to the dancefloor for one final round. Revolving slowly on the dancefloor, Hermione and Loki were in their own little world of bliss. After they'd circled the floor a few times, the music swelling around them, Hermione decided to voice a question that had been bouncing around in her head since their little tryst that evening.

"Loki?"

"Hmmm?" He was concentrating, showing off his exceptional dancing skills for everyone to see. Hermione bit back the smile that threatened to take over her face, enjoying the envious looks of the single, and married, ladies in the room.

"Earlier you asked what I wanted, and I know you meant right then, but…" She paused waiting for his attention to focus on her. When it did, she shrugged one shoulder and decided not to falter. "I want to know what you truly want. You didn't ask for this bond to be activated, and so I ask you now, what do you truly want?"

Loki could tell that this was a very serious moment, so he pushed aside any urge to make a joke or say something off-putting. What did he want? The answer came to him in a sudden burst of clarity so strong he felt his heart skip a beat. Staring down into Hermione's beautiful, brown eyes, he sighed happily and held her close so she would be able to hear him clearly as they continued dancing. Leaning forward, he put his lips right next to her ear and spoke the words he so desperately felt to be true.

"Never let me go," Loki whispered into Hermione's ear, causing her head to jerk so she could look into his eyes. He didn't wait for her question, instead voicing his own concerns. "I'm not a good person, Hermione, but I think that I could be someday, with you by my side." Knowing she needed a moment to process his words, his twirled her out and then back into his waiting arms, enjoying the way the skirt of her forest green dress swirled around her.

Back in Loki's arms, she placed a steady hand upon his chest, her thumb brushing over where his heart was. She peered up at him through her lashes, her own heart overflowing with an emotion she'd never thought she would feel in such a way. "I'll never let you go, Loki," she told him honestly, and then deciding there was no reason not to, she added, "I think I may be falling in love with you."

Tightening his hold on her smaller frame, Loki continued to elegantly twirl them around the dancefloor, his heart beating so fast he was certain it would explode from his chest at her revelation. That was certainly not what he had been expecting, but it was not an unwelcome statement. As the song came to an end and their feet slowed as well, Loki stared down into Hermione's sparkling eyes, a true smile forming on his lips in for the first time in possibly years. Cupping her cheek, his exhaled slowly, and then decided to allow himself a chance at true happiness.

"I've already fallen in love with you," he admitted, and then kissed her, Hermione's body flush against his as their souls bound entirely and their future melded into one. Never again would they worry about being alone for they had one another now and forevermore.