And so the solemn day has arrived, the final part of the Loki and Leera series. It is so sad to say goodbye to this adventure, but 10 good months of my life has been dedicated to this, and so as they say, all good things must come to an end. This is not a chapter, but a beginning, not to another story, but to your imaginations. I do not think that I could write a chapter when more or less everything was expressed in the previous chapter. So, my apologies for the length of this, but I feel like it is a powerful ending to the life of Loki.

Thank you all ever so much for your dedication to this story, for following it, and reviewing it, you have all helped me grow so much in my writing skills.

I will be starting a new fanfiction of a different fandom as a break away from these characters, but I will be returning to Loki and Asgard in the near future.

Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Sevaraim if of my own creation.

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Sevaraim walked through the halls of the palace towards the king's treasury, ignoring the sympathetic glances from the guards and passers-by. He missed his father more than anyone could imagine. He had not known Loki as long as his other siblings and that made him hurt deep down in his core.

"You cannot go any further" a guard boomed as the prince approached the door to the king's treasury and Sevaraim snapped his head up from his deep thoughts and eyed the metal clad man.

"You will let me pass" Sevaraim said sternly, coming to a halt, standing tall, just like his father.

"I'm sorry sir, but no servant is permitted to pass through these doors. It is the king's room" retorted the guard, moving his spear forward in a threatening manner.

"Stand down guard. I am no servant. I am Sevaraim Lokison. Now, you will let me pass into the king's treasury" stated the dark haired beauty.

"My apologies my prince, But I will need permission from the king to allow you into his personal treasury. The vault is on lockdown" said the guard, not moving an inch from the place where he stood.

"I have asked you to move, now do so. I need no permission; I am the king's grandchild. Either you let me in or I will report you for dishonouring a prince with offensive words." Sevaraim hissed, taking a step forward, his eyes darkening. He guard felt suddenly weary at the boys words, and not wanting to lose his position as palace guard, he nodded slowly, and stepped aside, allowing young Sevaraim to pass through the doors to the treasury. Once inside, the dark haired prince closed the doors and made his way down the steps of the treasury towards the collection of relics. Walking past asgardian jewels, prized artefacts, the youngest son of Loki walked to the weapons section and picked up Dilenreen in his hands, admiring the way it felt and looked in his hands. A fantastic weapon to be sure. Grinning sinisterly, the young male gripped the staff tightly and resumed his walk past the precious items. At last, he stood in front of the one item his heart desired. The blue glow made his eyes shine with a menacing glow that made the temperature in the room drop several degrees. Taking a deep breath, Sevaraim picked up the Tesseract in his free hand and let the power surge through his entire body, his true skin of azure blur breaking forth. With a deep throated chuckle, Sevaraim looked deep into the heart of the power relic and with a whispered voice he spoke.

"Mother was right, I was meant to do so much more than Loofney and Leymina. I will honour your memory father; I'm going to make you proud. The child of the god of mischief has come to make himself known..."

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FIN.