The week went by a good amount faster than either Loki or Stark expected, and over time they got into a routine together, one that felt right. Loki now only used his room for his clothing and an occasional nap if he wanted one since Stark had nearly insisted that Loki share the room with him. Loki had to admit that the idea was appealing, and his virtually nightly nightmares were not as strong when he was sharing the bed with Stark.

Soon Thor was back, granting Loki his powers with a simple wave of his hand. In a rush of green sparks Loki was back to his normal godlike self, changing into his Asgardian clothing just for the fun of it. It felt good to have that familiar rush of magic over his fingers and under his skin, and it had been a really long time since he had worn the traditional cape and armor outfit. It made him feel like he was back in his own skin; like he was ready for anything. The little misconceptions he had near the beginning of the week about Stark seemed foolish now, once he was no longer helpless and relying on Stark to make sure he didn't get eaten up in the human world.

"Brother, I want you to know that I am proud of you, and that I will be keeping an eye on you through Heimdall to make sure you are well," Thor said before he left, putting his hand on the back of Loki's neck in his usual sign of affection. "Do keep out of any trouble."

Loki nodded, still not liking the closeness that Thor initiated all the time. Stark, who was drinking something in the kitchen, chuckled. "You know, Thor, if you want your little brother to keep out of trouble then you shouldn't leave him with me," he said, sipping at the drink.

Thor laughed his booming laugh. "But I trust you, Son of Howard. You have been able to save Loki before, so if you do get into more trouble I trust you to get both of you out of it. And Loki is good at fending for himself with his magic."

Thor shook Stark's hand one last time, hugged Loki one last time, and then disappeared using the tesseract. Loki was still giddy at the power that the magic was giving him and teleported so that he was standing right in front of Stark with a wicked grin on his face. He grabbed Stark's arm, and in the blink of an eye they were on the roof of Stark Tower overlooking the brilliant nighttime city.

"Whoa," Stark breathed next to him. The roof was not very large considering the very top floors of Stark Tower were smaller than the bottom ones. Stark stood closer to Loki in case he lost his balance and needed to grab on to something. Hopefully that something would catch him. He was okay with heights as long as he had his suit, which he did not, and they were veryhigh up.

"For a human-made place it is rather beautiful," Loki said, moving his hand that he had gripped on Stark's arm down so that he could lace their fingers together. The wind up this high swept through his hair, making it lick at his face and swirl around his head. That combined with his renewed magic and returned Asgardian clothing made him feel very powerful and just right.

Stark had turned and looked at him, and their eyes met. "S'not the only beautiful thing around here," Stark said softly. "You should put that wicked helmet back on. That thing is cool," Stark said, smiling.

Loki chuckled, and there was a golden buzz of light. He smiled, loving the feeling of having his helmet back on. It was the one thing that really defined him, the one thing that was solely his and his alone. When someone saw the horned helmet they thought of Loki the God of Mischief. Nobody else wore his helmet.

"That is one sweet piece of armor, Reindeer Games. Can I try it on?"

Loki froze. "Why?"

"Because it's awesome, and I was just wondering how it feels; if it's heavy, because it looks very heavy."

Loki supposed it would be okay to allow Stark to try on his helmet. They had pretty much shared everything else… And Loki trusted Stark with his life at this point. Loki lifted the helmet off his head slowly and handed it over to Stark. Stark took the helmet gingerly, a smile on his face.

"This is much lighter than I thought it would be," he said, putting it on his head. "This is sweet! Have you ever just lowered your head and rammed somebody with it?"

"I cannot say that I have," Loki mumbled, staring at Stark. He sure looked odd in the traditional Asgardian helmet, especially with the modern, human goatee that he had. Loki suddenly got an idea. He waved his hand at Stark and there was a rush of sparks. Stark looked down in astonishment to find that he was also wearing traditional Asgardian armor, including a cape and boots that were in a red and gold pattern.

"Whoa," Stark managed to say, bending his head back to look at the red cape that was caught in the wind.

"You look ravishing," Loki murmured, surprised by how good Stark looked in the armor. He supposed that Stark was just one of those people that looked good in anything. Loki waved his hand again and his helmet reappeared on his own head. One more wave and Stark was back in his normal t-shirt and jeans combo.

"You seem to be happy to have your magic back," Stark chuckled.

"Of course. Everything is better with a little magic," Loki responded. He leaned down to the shorter man and kissed him softly, allowing a few sparks of magic to jump at the contact, which had both of them gasping and leaning into each other. Loki's outer armor fizzled away, including his helmet, and he was back in his more casual Asgardian outfit. Loki decided that maybe being up here on the roof was not such a good idea when you were not paying attention to anything but the person kissing you. He may have been magic, but it would require lots of magic to heal from a fall this high, especially if both of them fell. He transported both of them into the bedroom, the landing causing them both to topple onto the large bed.

"Yeah, magic does seem to make things better, doesn't it?" Stark mumbled as Loki kissed from his jawline down his neck. He stopped and pulled Loki back, looking at the god with a look of concern. "That sickness you got, there's no chance that you will get it again, is there?" Stark asked urgently.

Loki shook his head. "Of what I have learned of the sickness, you can only receive it once. And I am also making sure to employ the proper safety techniques that I neglected to use when I was saving you," Loki assured Stark. He was not one to make the same mistakes over again if he could help it.

"You said something about showing me your 'true form' or something when you got your magic back?" Stark asked before Loki was able to kiss him again. Loki froze, the thought of that now seeming much more daunting now that he was able to do it. He was worried what Stark would think of him, Stark who didn't 'settle'.

"Yes, of course," Loki said, and removed himself from on top of Stark and sat up, Stark following suit and also sitting up in the bed. It would not do well for Stark to have skin contact with him when he was in his Jotun form. Stark would get hurt. "Just to let you know, Tony, you may not touch me when I am in this form. You would get frostbite."

Stark nodded.

Loki closed his eyes and allowed himself to lose the 'human' façade. There was the feeling of cool water running along his skin, and when he opened his eyes again he knew that he was in his Jotun form. He looked closely at Stark, judging his reaction. At first Stark just stared at him intently, his eyes slightly wider than normal, but then a smile broke across his face.

"You know, when you said that you looked different when you used you ice powers I thought that you, like, got a different face or grew a beard or something, but this, this is…amazing," Stark said in awe.

Loki looked down at his hands in embarrassment. "Amazing? Really? Most humans run away when they see a monster."

"Loki," Stark said softly, causing Loki to look back up at him. His smile had gone to be replaced with a serious expression that he did not wear very often. "You are not a monster. I have seen quite a few monsters that just happen to be human. Just because you turn blue and have red eyes when you conjure a little ice does not make you a monster."

Loki felt his eyes tear up, and he lowered his head again. "Sentiment, Tony, not something one hears from you quite often."

"Yeah, well, you better un-ice yourself so that I can touch you, because I might just risk the frostbite if you don't hurry up."

Loki smiled and did as he was told for once.

XxX

Tony had been astonished by how beautiful and powerful Loki looked when he was in his frost giant form, and had not been lying in the least bit when he told Loki how cool he thought it to be. It made him sad to think that Loki thought of himself as a monster. Monsters were things that had no feelings; that killed without caring, that tortured, that didn't love. Loki may have killed a few people and tried to take over the world, but Tony had found out that Loki did regret doing those things and the amount of sorrow that came out of him when he was speaking of his home or how he didn't belong anywhere was painful. Someone who had those many feelings bottled inside of them was not a monster. Someone who gave a person as much happiness and fulfillment that Loki gave Tony was not a monster; at least not in Tony's eyes.

Both Loki and Tony woke up to a massive thunderstorm that shook the walls and lit up the room. Tony groaned and looked at the digital clock next to him. It was frickin' three in the morning. Tony noticed that he was missing his pajamas again, and realized that he was going to have to ask Loki to either stop making his clothes disappear, or 'reappear' them, because he was going to run out of his t-shirts and jeans, and he really didn't want to go shopping.

Tony turned in bed to find that Loki was sitting straight up in the bed and staring intently out the large window with a slight look of apprehension on his face.

"What's up, Frosty?" Tony asked him, also sitting up.

Loki sighed, and his tension relaxed slightly. "I've never really liked thunderstorms," Loki murmured, leaning back on the pillows.

"Does it have something to do with the fact that your brother is the God of Thunder?" Tony asked knowingly.

"That might be it," Loki said, smiling. "There is no reason to worry about that being him, but I still get rather nervous no matter what my mind is telling me."

Another extremely loud crash echoed through the walls of the building and Loki jumped, and then cringed at his involuntary response.

"Hey, everyone has unnatural fears," Tony said, shrugging and laying back on the bed next to Loki. "Mine is being thrown off of the top floor by angry Norse gods, yours is a fear of thunderstorms. Both slightly practical fears."

Loki chuckled and snuggled down next to him, and Tony put his arms around the God of Mischief, pulling him even closer. They spent the rest of the storm like that, and both eventually drifted off to sleep.