Just a short epilogue - Happy New Year to all, hope that 2015 is the best so far!

Thor was stood, watching his husband and daughter play. At 7 years, she was palyful and intelligent, taking after her daddy, but hands on and always ready for a play-fight with her papa. However, she looked more like a 12 year old in height due to her frostgiant genes. Soon after her birth, they had discovered that she had inherited her Papa's blue eyes and blonde hair, which was flying around in two pigtails as she was spun around in Loki's arms.

"Papa!" A young voice shreiked, causing Thor to turn around, a grin stretched across his face. Not a second later, there was a little figure in his arms, squirming in excitement. Oscar was their four year old son, and like his sister, he shared his Papa's blonde hair. However he did have his daddy's green eyes and his skin was tinted blue. He, unlike his sister, was not taller than the average asgardian child of his age.

After a moment, Thor set his son down and let him run into the playroom. Seeing this, Loki swung Ava onto her feet, and she promptly grabbed Oscars hand and pulled him further into the room, Loki calling after her to be careful.

He then walked after Thor, giving him a peck on the lips before leaning back against his chest to join Thor in watching the children. After a few moments, the dark-haired man turned around and looked up at the King of Asgard (having been crowned 5 years ago).

"Come on!" He pulled the man into the room and enthusiastically joined in.

"Loki," He waited until the frostgiant was looking at him, "I love you."

He just smiled and said, " Love you too. Now come and play!"