Loki folded his hands in front of him, smiling as he looked up at Thor and Jane. The latter looked stunning in her wedding gown, the golden fabric shimmering like the stars themselves with the veil falling over the braided bun atop her head. Her constantly growing stomach bulged from the gown, but she was still glowing with pregnancy. Just a month or so more, and then their baby boy would be born. Thor looked quite royal in his armor, only he wasn't wearing the helmet. Loki could practically feel all the gooey love emotions radiating from the two of them. It was quite disgusting, really. He would never act that way around Evee. Well, at least not in public.

Letting his eyes flicker around, he resisted a frown as he was unable to spot those silvery blue eyes among the crowd. Then again, she was quite short and the throne room was practically crammed with people from all the Nine Realms. Titania and Oberon were at the front, with Princess Rosalba between them. Her sunset eyes glistened with jovial tears and her husband, her former tutor, placed a soft kiss on the side of her head. Loki smiled as he remembered that one particularly eventful time in his teenage years when Rosalba had run off, and he, along with Thor, had to bring her back to Faylinn. That had been an interesting period of time.

Zeus, Hera, and several of the other Greek Gods were gathered behind them. He caught Apollo's eye and grinned. His old friend returned it ten-fold, only to be poked and silently scolded by Artemis.

Darcy was standing on the other side of the aisle next to Fandral. Their hands were clasped tightly, her head resting on her shoulder as she silently wept for her friend. Loki was surprised that a year had passed by so quickly, it was astounding. He hadn't seen a strand of white-blonde hair during the entire time, and that worried him slightly. Had she been hurt? Had Doom or Red Skull gotten to her? Was she…no. He wouldn't dare to even consider the possibility. Besides, if she had passed on to Valhalla then he would know it. The bracelet he had given her for that interesting holiday, Christmas, had been charmed so that he had a sort of bond with Evee. If something were to happen to her, he would know it.

"Prince Thor Odinson, do you take Lady Jane Foster to be your wedded wife?" Odin finally asked, looking between the two with a glistening eye. Thor was beaming, and Loki felt himself smile.

"I do."

"Lady Jane Foster, do you take Prince Thor Odinson to be your wedded husband?" Tears were streaming freely down Jane's cheeks and she nodded.

"I do." Odin smile and took their hands, which were clasped around Jane's bundle of red roses. Apparently it was a custom that the bride held a bouquet during the ceremony on Midgard.

"By the power vested in me as AllFather, king of Asgard, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Thor, god of thunder and storms, and Jane, goddess of science and common sense. You may kiss your bride." The sudden cheers and roars in the throne room were deafening as they echoed and the newlyweds kissed. Loki smiled and nodded at his brother as the pair turned and walked down the aisle, Jane's golden train being held up by the servants so it would not drag along the marbled floor.

From there, only the invited guests continued onto the reception in the ballroom. The commoners went home begrudgingly. He had been placed at the table with Sif and the Warriors Three, along with Darcy and Apollo. Zeus, Hera, Titania, Oberon, and Loki's adoptive parents were sitting with the newlyweds at the front of the room, and Odin had just finished giving his thank you speech. Which meant only one thing: the dancing would begin.

Naturally, the rulers of the three allied pantheons danced with their spouses first before others joined.

"Hey Mischief Maker." He looked up at Rosalba, smiling. She'd only been on Midgard for two years as a teenager, and yet she still talked like a Midgardian, even after all these years in Faylinn.

"Hello Rose. How are you and Lenwë?" She smiled a little.

"Better, now that we've gotten past that awkward teacher/student relationship phase," she joked, laughing. He smiled. Rosalba would get along great with Evee. "Anyway, would you care to dance?" He glanced at her outstretched hand, shaking his head a little.

"I'm currently searching for my dance partner, actually." Rosalba nodded with a cheerful smile.

"Alright! But I will get that dance, mister." She held up a finger pointed towards him to prove her point and he simply smiled again, nodding in confirmation. She practically skipped away and Loki shook his head with a small laugh. That fey will always be too energetic for her own good. Glancing around the dance floor, Loki smiled. Jane had her head on Thor's chest, her eyes closed as they swayed slowly, not truly dancing at all. Darcy was laughing at something Fandral said, leaning in for a kiss before he spun her around. Hogun and Sif were performing a graceful waltz, Sif's dark hair and silver dress spreading out around her as they twirled around the area. He caught sight of Volstagg and bit back a snicker at the sight before him.

Evee's small frame was practically hidden by Volstagg's massive arms as the pair awkwardly danced at the edge of the dance floor. Both were looking down at their feet, the bob of white-blonde hair sticking up like a rabbit's tail being the only sign of how he knew this. He could tell they were trying not to step on each other, Volstagg making more of an effort than Loki's beloved. Surely Volstagg would crush her dainty feet if he accidentally stepped on her.

Evee's emerald green dress hugged her body nicely, showing off curves that Loki hadn't even known were there. It was obviously a Midgardian dress from the way only one shoulder was covered, the sleeve extending to her wrist. At the end of the sleeve was a pointed part, and she had put her middle finger through a small loop that would ensure the point stayed straight. The hem swirled around her legs and barely brushed the floor as Volstagg spun her around, obviously trying not to break her fingers. Still, she laughed and returned to her place in front of him, the loose curls brushing her cheeks.

Loki caught a glimpse of the black and white shell necklace she had always worn. It seemed to fit nicely with the emerald silk. When Volstagg nearly stepped on her, Loki stood with the decision that it was time to intervene. He walked up behind Evee, and smiled at Volstagg.

"Volstagg, I do believe it is my turn to dance with the fair maiden." He saw Evee's spine straighten. Volstagg bowed his head politely and released her, stepping away. Evee turned and, just like usual, Loki's breath was taken away. Her silver eyelid dust made her, now wide, silvery blue eyes stand out greatly, and her lips were a nice shade of pale pink. He still had to tilt his head down to look her in the eye, but he noted that she had indeed grown several inches during their time apart.

"Loki!" she exclaimed, and suddenly he was breathing in the scent of vanilla as she threw her arms around him. "God, you have no idea how much I missed you!"

"Even then, I missed you so much more," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. "Where were you during the ceremony? I was searching everywhere."

"Behind Volstagg," was all she said, and he nodded with an understanding chuckle. "Do you like the dress?" she questioned, stepping back so he could rake his eyes over her figure again. "I wore it for you, plus it matched my bracelet." She held up the piece of charmed jewelry, the emeralds sparkling under the light of the lanterns. She took his hand and rested the other on his shoulder. He placed his hand on her waist and they began spinning around the dance floor, not quite dancing but not quite not dancing, either.

"You've grown," he observed and she smiled coyly.

"It's the heels, I assure you," she joked.

"I thought you couldn't walk in heels," he replied, his tone filled with mock suspicion.

"Somehow I'm managing to pull it off," she laughed and he smiled. "How were things while I was gone? Did Darcy behave?" He smirked.

"Define 'behave' because I had to have my room relocated due to her and Fandral's…ahem…activities." Evee choked on the breath of air she was taking in before bursting out in the musical laughter he'd been aiming for. He let his hand fall from her waist and held her out at arm's length, watching as she spun with a gleeful smile.

Then, before he knew it, she was back in front of him, rising, and placing her lips against his. He missed this. The warmth that always seemed to just radiate from her, clashing with the cold of his Jotun blood. Her long lashes brushed against his cheek as she tilted her head in order to kiss him deeper. He rested his hand on the nape of her neck, letting his own eyes slip closed for just a moment. She pulled back and took his hand.

"Come with me, I need to show you something," she whispered, and led him away from the dance floor and out of the ballroom, starting down the corridor. When he began to question their destination, she shushed him with an excited look. They continued walking in silence, the only sound being her heels clicking on the marble floor. Okay, this is getting odd.

Finally, they arrived at a door not far from his own, and she opened it, stepping inside. When he followed, his eyes widened.

The entire area had been transformed into something similar to the helicarrier's debriefing room and her own room. There was a long table stretching across the wall with the ceiling-to-floor window, blueprints tacked up onto the corkboard wall. The canopied bed was covered with all sorts of gadgets he'd never seen before, and on the wall across from that was a desk with a high-tech looking computer and a large television screen. "The computer and television are for S.H.I.E.L.D purposes only, like conferencing and stuff," she explained, turning on her heel to face him. "The room must be charmed or something, because the moment I walked in it changed to how I preferred it." His lips parted in understanding, and they quickly spread into a grin.

"You're staying!" he exclaimed, running up to her and wrapping his arms around her, spinning her around. She laughed.

"I am! We caught Doom and Red Skull hiding out in Pakistan. They're currently awaiting trial, facing charges that include crimes against humanity." She grinned. "Director Fury said that I can continue my work from here. Isn't that great?"

"Indeed it is!" he replied with a laugh. She turned to examine the blueprints on the wall, and Loki tilted his head so that he could examine the side of her face. Evee was staying. They could have a life together. It could be a happy life. A good life. A good, happy life with Evee.

Just the thought made him smile.

They returned to the ballroom not long after to find a crowd filled completely of women gathered around the front of the dance floor. "What in the world…" Evee muttered, and the pair managed to shove their way to the middle of the crowd. Everyone was much too close for comfort, and Evee's elbow was digging into his ribs. "What the hell's going on?" Suddenly everyone was pushing and shoving and Loki could see Evee attempting to stay upright in her heels.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something flying through the air, and it collided with Evee's face. She cursed loudly, her hands immediately reaching up to grasp the attacker, and began to fall backward. Instinctively, Loki's arm shot out and he caught her, gripping her shoulder tightly. The ballroom went silent as Evee dragged the object from her face down to her middle, sputtering the tiny pieces of whatever was in her hands from her mouth. She looked down at the object. Her jaw dropped and Darcy squealed with delight. The blonde looked up and found she and Loki shared an expression of pure and utter shock.

For sitting in Evee's hands, pressed lightly against her chest, was a bouquet of ruby red roses.

Fin.

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OH MY GOD IT'S OVER! *sobs uncontrollably*

I'm going to miss writing this story so much, but you know the saying: All good things must come to an end. Although, I'm literally crying while writing this.

This chapter is dedicated to Loki's Little Helper and LoneAngel666, along with the anon that most recently reviewed, because they have been reviewing and encouraging me almost nonstop and following along since the beginning (as in, since I first posted this story).

However, this entire story is dedicated to all of my reviewers and readers and subscribers. If it weren't for you guys, then this wouldn't have been the first story I've ever completed. I know I've said this before, but you will never truly know how grateful and how so very thankful I am that I have such amazing readers like you guys. You kept me encouraged and you continued to give me constructive criticism. My writing had definitely progressed because of the advice I've been receiving. I honestly don't know where I would be without you all.

I hope you all have enjoyed reading Mischief, because I have definitely enjoyed writing it.

Yours truly,

Hannah (a.k.a. musician'sluck2010)