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Tony Stark opened the bedroom window and took a look outside.
‘Strange,’ he mused. ‘I’ve made so many choices in my life and somehow, they have all led me here.’
The former billionaire watched as the first pale rays of Jötunheim’s sun reached the realm, bathing the icy plains and snow-decked mountains of his new home in an eery, bluish light.
Behind him, his beloved was moving.
‘Come to bed, Tony,’ Loki whispered, ‘it’s cold.’
Tony closed the window again.
As he lay down, two strong arms drew him close and all Tony could think was how happy he was.