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He wanted to tell Laufey the truth.Then there was a loud bang from the door.When he turned his head, Saul was leaning against the door, smiling indifferently, with the sunny Australian sun behind him.The heavy rain disappeared without a trace.Thor threw away the useless long-handled umbrella, and stretched out his hand to Loki——

"Let's go home, shall we?" Loki heard him say, "Let's go home, shall we?"

He walked over involuntarily, towards the bright sunshine.He took Thor's hand, and Thor pulled him into his arms.They hug each other, the dark past disappears, they melt into the warm white light, and they will never be apart again.

it's over.A voice in the white light said.it's all over.

TBC.

Extra Story [-]: A Wedding and a Funeral

Finally gave them a happy (totally not) wedding!old mother cry—

Everyone can guess who the characters who are not named in the text are XP

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The newspaper was sent to Loki together with the documents.It was the day after Laufey's funeral, the weather cleared, and a summer breeze blew through the living room crisply, bringing the scent of magnolias a few blocks away.Saul sat across from him, picked up today's newspaper, and Loki noticed that the headline on the front page was the news of Lauphy's funeral. "People will always remember this generous, merciful, wise Baron..." Thor read.

There was a mountain of papers, and Loki hadn't expected so much to deal with.He picked up the top one, which was the letter of transfer of shares under Lau Fei's name. It was several hundred pages long. He turned to the end and found that the beneficiary was himself.

"Master didn't leave any more wills, the only requirement is to find his... biological son..." Old Jerry explained, "All the rest will belong to your name, and you are still his legal adopted son." He offered Loki a pen with the Laufey crest in gold and a dogwood on the cap.

Loki glanced at the old butler, and the next second his eyes moved to the pen.He shrugged, took the pen, and signed his name on the blank space without looking at it.He signed all the documents, handed them over to Old Jerry, and then ordered, "Sell all the shares, and donate them to Wu's Orphanage anonymously along with the property." He pressed his fingers, "Art donated to the museum.”

"Don't you keep it?" Saul looked up in surprise, and the newspapers rattled.

"No need," Loki said.

After a while, Loki added, "Wait, uh, leave that nineteenth century enamel jug—"

In fact he should have kept the cash, deposited in the impregnable bank vault.Instead of leaving that flimsy enamel pot.It's so brittle, you just need to push it lightly, or bump it accidentally, and it's bound to shatter on the floor and against the wall.Loki was confident he could take care of him, and Thor could too, but a five-year-old couldn't do that.Unfortunately, at this point Loki doesn't think about it.After all, it was too far away from him becoming a father now.

Loki and Thor spent a week in London disposing of all papers, possessions, and belongings (except the enamel jug).In the end, he simply sold Lauphy's old house.

He had seen similar things happen. Not long after he met Sol, Sol took him back to Australia to deal with Frigga's old house.It's just that, as a bystander at the time, he didn't expect to sell the former residence with his own hands. It would be such a feeling, as if a burden had been unloaded from his heart, and a piece of flesh and blood had been hollowed out.Standing in the courtyard, he saw the workers covering everything with white cloth, as if they had died with Laufey.

"Really want to sell it?" Saul asked softly.

"I work in New York and no one comes back here. It's too old to be worth maintaining and renovating." Rocky shrugged and said slyly.

Everything was finally sorted out after a week.Rocky and Saul bought plane tickets for the day and flew to New York. At this time, the wedding was only three days away. Sif did most of the work for Rocky, and even the invitation emails were sent by her mailbox. Several clients almost I thought the one who was going to get married was Sif.She screamed and broke down on the phone for a full minute.

"Listen, Rocky," Sif yelled over the phone, "if you don't come back, your little band will be replaced by fifty strippers! I mean it!"

"I want an iced Americano, an Italian latte, and a large glass." Rocky hung up the phone in Sif's hysteria, rolled his eyes, and the cashier who ordered for him pressed the wrong button in panic, "Isn't this For you, it's my friend," he pointed to the phone while handing the card to the college student at the cashier, and commented harshly, "Her hormones are a bit abnormal recently."

Loki returned to his seat with two glasses of drinks, where Thor was playing snake with his head down.

"Sif's calling." Loki peeled off the plastic paper on the straw and inserted it into the cup. "She urged us to go back quickly."

Thor looked at his watch - the one he sold to the second-hand store was completely irredeemable. They passed by the duty-free shop half an hour ago, and just happened to encounter an attractive discount, so Loki reluctantly gave him a new one. "The plane takes off in two hours, and I can arrive tomorrow. It should be in time."

"The dress hasn't been tried yet," Loki reminded, swallowing his coffee, "I'm not even sure about your size."

"I thought you were very clear." Saul put down his phone and said meaningfully.

Loki throws the straw in Thor's face.At this moment, the Snake ate up all the cubes, and celebratory electronic music rang out from the phone.

People come and go at Heathrow Airport.The sound of conversation, footsteps, and radio collided back and forth.All kinds of languages, skin colors, and figures are combined into strangers in a hurry. They bring their own stories of meeting or parting, and they flash past Loki and Sol.At this moment they were sitting in a Starbucks to pass the time, the air was so strong that it exceeded the cooling requirements of the London climate, Loki felt that the iced coffee he just drank had frozen in his stomach along the esophagus, So he had to pull out a coat from Sol's suitcase, slip himself in, and zip it up to his chin in one go.Sol continued to lower his head to play with his snake. His hair grew long during the journey, and he didn't take good care of it. The broken hair fell on his forehead, and it caught Loki's eyes dangling.

The boarding announcement sounded one hour three and ten minutes later.They passed through the gate, walked onto the bridge, and entered the interior of the plane.Sol stuffed the suitcases of the two into the luggage rack, and turned around to find that Loki had already ordered the blanket and retracted it into the seat, and was repeatedly adjusting his neck pillow.He put on a blindfold to reveal his thin lips and sharp chin, and commanded Saul, "Don't wake me up unless the plane makes an emergency landing in Siberia." Fell asleep soon.

The flight process went smoothly. They landed at Kennedy Airport smoothly. The captain's driving skills were superb. Not only did they arrive ahead of schedule, but the cabin didn't even shake when the landing gear touched the ground.But luck only ends there.From the moment Rocky set foot on the land of New York, he had a feeling of extreme unease. He had a premonition that there must be something unforgettable on the wedding day, and this unforgettable will never be some kind of positive meaning.Loki's premonitions have never been wrong, he's known since he was ten years old that he was going to choke on a green bean.Facts have proved that there is no surprise this time.

The first thing that went wrong was the dress.They went to the dress shop on the second day of their arrival in New York, and Rocky discovered that the clerk responsible for recording the size had made a wrong number, causing Sol's pants to be a lot shorter.It was supposed to be a stunning dress, and it matched Loki's just right—a silk fabric mixed with white and a little silver that shone slightly in the sun, with lapel neckline, pale gold piping, and Thor's hair. The color is the same, and the vest of the same color wraps his waist just right, giving a good start to his long and strong legs.However, everything was ruined by the too short trousers.Thor lifted his foot, his out-of-season colorful striped socks ostentatiously exposed.

At this time, there were less than [-] hours left before the wedding, and Rocky could only ask them to cancel all orders and remake the pants first.

"We would like to cooperate with you too," the clerk drooped his eyebrows in embarrassment, "but we don't have this kind of fabric, sir."

"What's the matter Rocky, I think this is cool," Sif sat on the couch and whistled, "He looks like a retro hippie!"

Saul performed a nondescript tap dance on the round platform in unison.Sif laughed and collapsed on the sofa, knocking over the new catalog in the store.

"We don't plan to get married at the music festival." Loki turned his head to threaten Sif with his eyes, and gave Sol another warning. "Then when will this fabric be available? I'm willing to pay a little more."

"It will take three days at the earliest." The clerk spread his hands.

Rocky left the dress shop angrily, and the bell on the porch wailed and howled.Saul and Sif followed him unhurriedly, and neither of them wanted to touch his bad luck at this time.They went to a few more tailors, but none of them had the fabric.In the end, Loki had to put Thor in the most formal of his suits, a boring solid black, with Loki in white, so that the two of them looked "like a funny stand-up pair."Both Saul and Sif found it less of a problem, but Loki was already searching for ways to file a complaint with a consumer rights group.

However, the god of tragedy did not stop, and bad news came one after another.the morning of the wedding