Okay so here it is, the epilogue! im sorry its been so slow to come out, and im really sorry to see this fic end, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did! Discalimer; I own nothing.

Tony sighed, sinking back onto the couch. Caught again. And now he had a very stern captain looking down at him. Tony had the sense to look bashful.

"If you refuse to stay in bed, you're going to stay on the couch. Those are your options, Tony. You're recovering quickly, but i'm not willing to take any chances with your health this time. Either yours or Loki's health.

At that moment, Bruce Banner made his way into the room.

"Loki's sleeping soundly. Still high fever, but at least he conceded to sleeping some. I think it unnerves him that his magic is so weak now. Thor says it's because he used so much of it over an extended period of time hiding how ill he was"

Tony snorted. Yeah, that was so the cleverest thing Loki had ever done. Tony appreciated that Loki cared about him, but he was still kinda pissed that Loki thought he should hide his own illness to take care of him. How stupid could you be? Now Loki was weaker than ever, and they had the rest of the avengers mollycoddling them all day long. Well, not all the Avengers. Thor was pretty much permanently glued to Loki's side, and Steve and Bruce flitted between them, keeping them in line. Well, keeping Tony in line. Loki was hardly awake right now anyway.

As he thought about that, he hard weak coughing coming from the hallway, and saw Thor supporting his pale brother in through the door. Tony felt his face split into a wide smile as he saw Loki. He might be ill, and that might be very worrying, but he was still gorgeous.

Steve and Bruce however, didn't seem to be caught up in the same thoughts.

"What on earthare you doing out of bed, Loki? You look like death! And you, how could you let him?" Steve rounded on Thor. Thor looked solemn.

"Loki was facing nightmares, and I could not console him. He wanted Tony, and I thought best to give him that so he might get some peaceful sleep."

Tony looked closely at Loki then and saw the tear tracks running down the pale face. He arose from the couch, ignoring Steves stern looks -he was pretty much recovered now anyway, jeez- and made his way over to the trembling God. He cupped his hands on either side of the pale face, feeling the burning skin. he wiped away the tears, staring deep into the emerald irises. His hands moved of their own accord to stroke through the long hair of his love.

"shhh, i'm here now. Nothings going to hurt you here, Loki, but you have to rest. You're worrying me. Let's say we get you back in bed hmmm?"

At the idea of returning to bed, Loki's hand shot out to hold Tony's, more tears spilling forth. Tony's eyes widened as he realized what Loki wanted, and what he must be thinking. He smiled softly, no longer even aware of those around him. It was just Loki in his eyes.

"Hey now, I never said you were going back alone, did i? I'm not going to leave you, Loki. Ever. I just want you to be well again. Come on, we'll watch some trashy midgardian movies and you'll hate them all" He smiled as Loki let out a tiny sigh of relief, allowing Tony to lead him back to his room.

Still in the living room area, Steve turned to Thor, who had not moved to follow his brother.

"Hey, you're not going with him?"

Thor smiled, shaking his head.

"I need not. He is in good hands now."

And when Steve looked in on the couple later that night, to see Loki sleeping peacefully with his head on Tony's chest as Tony also slept, old reruns of Friends playing on the TV, he knew Thor was right.

They were both in good hands.

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