AN: Wow, it's been a while. Well here is the epilogue as I promised (way, way back). I started university and that kind of sucked the life out of my writing unfortunately. I know the Stories Untold still needs a beta, as does this chapter. So anyone who would like to do it or has someone to recommend , feel free to leave a message! Also, the story has also been translated to both French and Spanish and I would like to thank the people who did that immensely!

The wedding:

It was a rather subdued affair really for Tony's standards. The team was there, Pepper and Rhodey and of course Frigga had been invited, but that was about it. They didn't want to spend the day with people they did not care for and had to have fake pleasantries with. They kept it at the house in Malibu, on the beach, with Prancer to bring them the rings. It had been sweet, simple and amusing. Especially when the toasts came and Thor nearly broke down crying while telling them how much he loved them. Plus, Loki had looked absolutely mouthwateringly gorgeous.

"Hey…I was wondering where you had snuck off to." Tony murmured as he wrapped his arms around his husband.

"I simply needed some fresh air." Loki replied, leaning into his hold as they both looked at the sun slowly sinking into the sea.

"You're not already regretting marrying me, are you?" He teased, twirling the platinum band on Loki's finger. One he never planned to have him take off.

"Well….I am wondering if I couldn't have done better." Tony poked him in the side for that comment. "You could never do any better than me, I'm the only one who will put up with your atrocious cooking and those books you leave lying all around our house." He moved away a little so Loki could turn around.

"That's probably true." The man smirked down at him before he leaned down to kiss him. "I love you, Mr. Stark."

"I love you too, Mr. Stark."

Their first fight:

"Turn that music down Stark!"

"Just go read somewhere else!"

"This is my house too!"

"Well it still has my name on the building!"

"I am also a Stark now, remember!"

"Yes, and I am starting to regret that!"

"Take that back!"

"No! You are being a pain in the ass!…..are you crying?"

"No…I'm not."

"Yes, you are….come on Loki, I don't mean it…it's nothing to get so upset about.."

"I am not upset… "

"Well, you don't look like you're fine."

"I'm not upset! I'm pregnant!"

"…."

The birth:

Tony hadn't been allowed to be in the room with Loki and it was killing him. He had been there at every point of the pregnancy as the god got bigger and more agitated, but now he couldn't go in. The amount of magic used to facilitate the birth would mess with the arc reactor and no one wanted complications at a time like this. Instead Tony was made to wait outside with the rest of the team and Fenrir, while Thor and Frigga helped Loki deliver.

The rest of the team seemed to be doing just fine as the lounged on the couch and simply waited. They had come around to Loki in the past year and a half. Apparently anyone who could make Tony drink less, sleep more and actually be monogamous deserved their respect. Also, it was rather hard to take the god serious when he had waddled through Stark tower on a pair of black fluffy slippers.

"Why is it taking so long?" He snapped as he once again paced the twelve steps back to the other side of the room.

"There have been cases of people giving birth for nearly twelve hours even longer. You've only been here for three." Natasha answered, flipping through a Cosmopolitan she had found lying around.

Tony huffed at the reply but didn't say anything as he took the twelve steps again. From the right, to the left, to the right again. It went on for what seemed like millennia, but eventually Thor stepped out of the room. "You have a healthy baby girl." He smiled.

A weight fell off Tony's shoulders as he rushed into the room. Loki was already cleaned up and lying underneath the covers of the bed. He looked exhausted and in general completely wrecked, but his eyes were lit up as he stared at the bundle of joy in his arm. From Tony's point of view it was just a bundle of pink blankets, but as he settled on the bed next to Loki he got the first sight of his baby girl.

He had never really thought about having children. It had never even occurred to him that Loki could carry his child as well…neither had Loki. She had been unplanned, but once the shock had finally worn off she had not been unwanted.

She was tiny and pale, with his nose and Loki's eyes and a small tuft of dark hair on her head. She was beautiful. "Emma Frigga Stark….welcome to the family."

Parent teacher meeting:

"I'm sorry to say this, but your daughter has been causing a lot of trouble lately." Tony hated the woman immediately. No one told him their daughter was a bad kid. She merely liked to do things her own way.

"What do you mean exactly?" his husband asked, placing a hand on Tony's leg to keep him from lashing out at the woman.

"She refuses to answer the teachers when they call on her, when the math teacher told her to write down the explanation as to how she got the answer she told him 'he would be too stupid to understand it anyway'." 'That's my boy' Tony thought, grinning smugly. Loki however seemed to have the same idea, and not in the positive way.

"I told you hundreds of times to stop insulting people with her in the room. She clearly is taking after you." The god snapped at him.

"ME? What about your 'I do what I want' attitude? You are just as much to blame for this as I am." The woman from Shields school for 'gifted' children coughed. 'Really she probably has seen it all.' Tony thought as he remembered all the other children that went to the school. Granted Emma was one of the older ones, but more and more avengers and other superheroes had started to pro-create, giving SHIELD new problems entirely. He still thought back in amusement at the time that his daughter and Brave, Clint and Natasha their son, had played tag in New York. They had played it with arrows and Emma had stolen Steve's shield. There had been some 'minor' property damage and a long talk between his husband and daughter about using magic in public.

"Can we please get back on topic gentlemen?" Right his daughter's terrible behavior. "We really request you talk to your daughter about showing respect to her elders. Aside from that Emma is a straight A student and seems to get along well socially." Really, the woman was asking him and Loki to tell their daughter to show respect towards others? He supposed it was just her being able to say to Director Fury that she had at least told them. When he and Loki left the room they found their daughter playing with a small red headed boy. Brave was two years younger than Emma, but they were as thick as thieves. Clint and Natasha must be around somewhere as well then.

"Good or bad?" Ah there they were.

"Thanks to Tony's irresponsible behavior we need to tell our daughter to show more respect towards his elders." Loki told Natasha smugly. Of course it was Tony's fault. If things didn't go the right way for Loki you just blamed it on the husband.

"My behavior is perfectly fine, do you think you always referring to her uncle as a blundering fool is the right way to teach the kid?"

"That's merely stating a fact. Everyone knows that Emma is already ten times smarter than Thor and can outwit him with her wit tied behind her back." Well he had a point there. It was ridiculous to see how his ten year old daughter always managed to get Thor in the stupidest situations and walk away without any blame. He couldn't be more proud.

"We better get inside, you guys mind watching Brave?" Clint asked as he ushered Natasha into the room for their parent-teacher conference. "No, not at all." Loki answered before he could object. Ten minutes later they were both glued to the chair.

"You just had to teach her how to glue things together magically." Tony groaned as Loki tried to move his hands enough to cast the enchantments.

"Just shut up, Stark."

Meeting the boyfriend:

"So…..you're Bryan then?" Tony questioned, staring the boy down as they waited for Emma. He was almost satisfied to see the kid gulp.

"Yes, sir….you have a lovely daughter." Tony scoffed. "She's not lovely, she's pure perfection." Lovely did not even come close to describing their perfect girl.

"Yes…no…I mean, you're absolutely right.." He could hear Fenrir snigger from the background. He was currently visiting for the weekend, as a break from traveling the world and clearly he was amused.

"So, what are your intentions with my daughter?" He asked, simply because he could. Emma was trained by Clint and Natasha and even if she didn't manage to kick this wimps ass, Brave would do it for her.

"It's just prom sir!" Bryan squeaked.

"Dad, stop pestering Bryan." Tony turned around and almost wanted to send Emma straight back to her room to get changed. She had inherited Loki's height, which was only amplified by the heels she was wearing. The backless black dress accentuated every curve she had as her black hair fell in curls over her shoulder.

"You look stunning.." he managed. "Don't stay out too late!" He called after her, only to get the middle finger from her. He would get back at her for that….later.

Now:

Tony watched as his granddaughter danced with Steve's grandson, her red hair glinting in the candles lit up everywhere. He had eventually caved about the apple. When Loki had confided in him that he would become mortal, just so he wouldn't have to live without him Tony had refused to let him do it. He had also started to feel the aches and pains of age creep up on him and at that time Emma had still been rather young. He had not wanted to die before he could see her get married or simply her having to bury him at all. She was a demi-god and as such was just as immortal as Loki.

So here he was, celebrating his 200th birthday on earth. Steve was still alive, though slightly less kicking. Bruce was showing the signs of aging as well, despite the hulk keeping his DNA relatively young. Natasha and Clint had been buried a little over a hundred years ago, but their son Brave had lived on, marrying Emma once he finally got his head out of his arse to notice it.

It had taken a lot of begging from Emma to get an apple for him, but Frigga could never say no to her favorite grandchild. They had moved to a different realm eventually though. Simply because people from earth had gotten dangerous. Not in the sense that they could really harm him, but knowing Tony Stark had gained immortality had gotten the same effect as the super soldier serum had. Other people wanted it and they had once even tried to harm Emma and her children to get it. It had also been a way for them to explore new places, see new things and build up a life somewhere where they wouldn't be followed by press and simply could live life. Earth was still the place they spent many summers though as Fenrir had taken over Stark industries and lived happily there with his own spouse and children.

He smiled when he caught sight of his husband and he dragged him with him out on the dance floor. "You seemed deep in thought." Loki commented as they moved smoothly across the floor. "I was just thinking back on some of our more memorable days." Tony smiled. Loki smiled at him as well. "You're getting old." He teased. Tony shrugged with a laugh as they both knew Loki was still a few millennia ahead of him.

"I love you, Mr. Stark."

"I love you too, Mr. Stark."