* final song.....of the final chapter *

"You ready?"

"Ready!"

They sat tense, staring intently at the object in front of them. They were in Kyra's apartment, and the object was a radio, sitting squat on the glass table. It was tuned to LaLuna FM, and was currently blaring out some punk rock genre of a song.

Hey, I'm doing fine
And I know I'm out of line
So let's sing this one more time
It goes

Destination: permanent vacation

Then came a whole chorus of na-na-nas, and Kyra was biting her lip in anxiety. In her right hand her phone was clutched by her fingers in a death grip. Loki saw the tension in her posture and couldn't help letting out a chuckle. 

"You know you don't have to try so hard right? You're definitely going to win this."

"Well I don't trust your magic staff very much after what happened to Judy." Kyra shot a dirty look towards the Sceptre, which was leaning against the wall, looking as innocent as a sceptre could be. The blue jewel pulsed away at a steady beat, as if saying hey, it wasn't my fault. "Plus, that thing killed me!"

"Yeah well, that thing also brought you back to life."

"No it didn't, you did."

"Well, it helped."

Kyra shushed him, because at that moment a youthful voice sang - 

Destination: permanent vacation   

 - and the music ended with a bang. There came a second of silence, and then - 

"Call us now, to win two tickets to the luxury Carribean cruise - "

"Oh oh oh we gotta call we gotta call!" Kyra fumbled with her phone and it slipped out of her fingers and to the floor. She swore, loud, and the mother from room 234 who happened to be passing by outside yelled, "Language!"

Loki was laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. "I don't understand why you're being so panicky when you already wished for it! You're going to win!"

"Well I'm not going to take any chances - " Kyra grabbed hold of her phone and made to get back up, only to bang her head hard against the underside of the glass table. She let loose another expletive. 

"Language!" Loki yelled this time, laughing so hard he really did fell off the couch.

*

Sherria made her way through the building, her Prada clutch swinging freely in her hand. Today she had put on a navy blue blouse that showed just the right amount of skin, as well as a skirt that showed just the right amount of legs. Her three-inch-high, pointy-toed heels clattered noisily against the stairwell as she made her way down. Normally she would have taken the elevator, but today it was out of service.

She had a portable Walkman in one hand and her handphone in the other. The Walkman was tuned in to a local radio station, and she bobbed her head lightly to the cheerful melody blasting out of her earphones.

  "Call us now, to win two tickets to the luxury Carribean cruise - " 

Her eyes widened. Bless my Gucci! This was the contest she had been eyeing this whole week! She unlocked her phone, went straight into speed dial and pressed 1. Whipping one of her earphones out of her ear she called the number and waited, anxious. 

"Hi! This is LaLuna FM! Who's on the line?"

Sherria gave a little scream of delight. The call connected!

"Oh my gosh! Am I the first caller?"

"Yes indeed! Congratulations!"

She shrieked then, and gave a jump of euphoria. As she landed back down, her rhinestone studded, glamorous purple heels hit the concrete steps at the wrong angle - and the stem broke.

"Aiyeeee!" 

She lost her balance and plunged forward, rolling down the final four steps and coming to a crashing halt against the wall. Her phone had flown right out of her grasp and hit the wall just seconds before her, where three things promptly happened - 

The screen cracked, the back cover fell off, and the battery slipped out of its hold.

Her honey gold hair tossed all over her face like some kind of a mop gone renegade, Sherria crawled on all fours as she searched desperately for her phone. She found her Walkman first, which was miraculously still intact. Then she saw her phone and let out a horrified screech.

It was completely dead to the world, and Sherria wailed in dismay. Panicky, she reached for the Walkman and slipped the earphones back to her ear.

" - Carribean luxury cruise goes to our lucky winner of today, Kyra Pierce!"

Sherria heard the words and her jaw nearly struck the floor.

Kyra? 

PIERCE?

The radio announcer was still speaking. "And who will be your companion on this wonderful 5-days-4-nights journey?"

Kyra's voice came clear as day. "Oh, I'll be taking my boyfriend along - say hi Lance!"

The radio announcer spoke a few more congratulatory phrases and wrapped things up. An advertisement played and that was it. Sherria had missed her golden opportunity.

"I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R Us kid....they got a million toys at Toys R Us that I can play with...I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R Us kid - "

Sherria shut her Walkman off with vehemence, cutting off the advertisement midway. Sitting there alone with a messy hairdo, she kicked her legs as if throwing a tantrum.

"Kyra won the contest? But that's so unfair - it should have been me, my call went through! Stupid heel!" She glared down at her shoes, and then let out a banshee's screech as she saw her fingers. 

"I have two broken nails!" She looked ready to bawl her eyes out now. 

"And why would she need to win a luxury cruise anyway?" she continued protesting to no one. "Doesn't Lance own several luxury ships?"

She looked at her broken heel and let out a sob. "But I just bought you guys......."

*

"We did it! We did it!" Kyra was jumping up and down in her living room in excitement. "Carribean holiday here we come!" 

With that last word she jumped straight into Loki's arms, who took her momentum and swung her around in a full circle.

She pulled away, but kept her arms around his neck and stared into his green eyes, a happy smile on her face. 

"By the way, I should probably show you something." Loki removed her hands from his neck and reached across to the table, where a bouquet of roses laid. It was from Cecilia's wedding yesterday, and Kyra had kept her promise - she had really caught it. 

"Sit down and enjoy the show." His green eyes twinkled with mischief at that.

Kyra shot him a bemused look but did as she was told.

"Now let me see.....ah. Here we are." The roses in the bouquet were each of a different color, and Loki had extracted a soft pink one. "And this." He pulled out a white one.

He placed the bouquet back on the table and kept only those two roses in his hand. He wrenched off the heads, and threw the stems on the table. With two fists full of pink and white petals he smiled at Kyra.

"Now watch."

He brought his hands close, opening his fists just a little so the two different colored petals could mix. Some fell to the ground, but most stayed in his palms. He mashed the petals together, pressing his palms tightly against each other. 

He walked close to Kyra and knelt, one knee touching the soft carpet.

Slowly he took his left hand away, revealing the object that now glittered in his right palm.

It was not rose petals.

Instead, it was a exquisite ring, its band a delicate soft pink, topped with a shining white diamond.

"Kyra, will you marry me?" he asked, his tone solemn.

She was stunned. No, she was beyond stunned.

"But......how - "

Loki's grave composure broke with his grin. "Odin never took away my magic. He just wanted to see if I was willing to go that far for you. I felt it coming back to me the day before Cecilia's wedding. I thought it would be a nice surprise."

"But this is amazing, Loki! You have your magic back! Does this mean you can shape-shift again? And cast illusions? And do all sorts of fancy tricks? Can you - "

"Kyra." Loki looked pained. "Can you answer my question first? My nerves are going to snap already."

"Oh." She paused. "But it was never a question though."

Loki looked up at her, his face already lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"So it's a yes?"

She nodded, once, slow.

Then she nodded more, her smile growing wide, her voice an excited squeal.

"Yes yes yes yes yes!" She threw her arms around him, and both of them fell back onto the carpet. 

Loki laughed, looking up into those gorgeous brown eyes that met his own with warmth and love. "You're amazing, you know that?"

She smiled, and poked him in the chest. "You're not so bad yourself."

And Loki smiled back.

And this time it's for real folks ;) 

*

To all those who have stuck with me from the beginning to the end

And to all those who supported me with their lovely votes and comments - I'm looking at you SamBookLove - 

So that's it. The end of my very first fanfiction ;) I'm proud I started this, and even prouder that I finished it. The last few days has been hectic updates after another, not only because this story just kept me itching to write, but also because I'm starting a new novel soon...... *winks*. It's called "How About Seven?", and it's specially written for the Wattys 2016. Regretfully there will be no Loki in it

Oh shush Loki, you had your turn of 33 chapters. I can tell you though, that your spirit lives on........I've taken both your witty side and your dark side, amped it up, and placed it in two different characters. There. Happy?

Okay then. Be seeing you guys around!

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