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After all the hell breaks out and you two manage to survive it all, you just pack up, kiss your friends goodbye and go. Loki knows you need to be far from other people for some time and you know that you two will be perfectly fine together - and that you both need that break.
You don't know that at first, but Loki had it all planned out for a moment. Suspecting he might need somewhere to hide in the future, he had set up a house in the remoteness of Irish countryside (Man of Iron didn't need that money anyway). It's been taken care of in case Loki ever wanted to use it, so when you both arrive at the door everything is ready.
The house itself is medium size, perhaps more that enough for two people, but still modest enough to not attract unwanted attention. There is not much around it, the closest village being located 20 minutes away by a car.
The inside is fairly simple, elegant yet cosy - a perfect mix of homely warmth and royal stylishness. As you visit each room you can sense Loki's touch in small details; a dash of green here, some golden specs there, and a suspicious amount of occasional horn-like patterns on various itiems.
Your favourite room is the living area: it's spacious and open, with a big fireplace, bookshelves, some armchairs and a giant couch, perfect for cuddling and chatting. One wall of the room consists of big windows taking up most of its space with glass door placed discreetly on the side. The door leads to a garden with bushes, young trees and flowers growing happily in the sun. A little further, in the distance, there is and old forest, full of wild berries and animals lurking in the dark (getting used to them was an interesting experience full of jumpscares and words muffled from under the safety of the blanket while the Trickster was ordered to check the noises outside).
Living there with Loki is simple and mostly uncomplicated. Having no responsibilities or urgen missions to rush to, time flows slowly and sweetely in each other's company. But it's also a learning experience - neither one of you really knows how to run a house properly. Shopping is fairly easy, basic cleaning doesn't create many issues, but it's trickier with things such as a dishwasher or a washing machine (Loki at one point said he's ready to just throw away the dirty clothes and buy new ones instead of trying to clean them, but you made him some tea and he stopped cursing at the drier).
When there's not much to do, you love simply being around eachother, each with their own cup in hands and a book or a story ready to be told. After all that you have been through, silence and peacefulness is calming and refreshing. It's also very comfortable - no words are needed as long as you two are close.
When you go out to the city (and sometimes you both have to force yourselves to leave your warm nest, usually when the food runs out), you stop by a park or your favourite cafe. In the end your sweet tooth will always lead you too the candy store at the end of the main street, and a cheerful salesman's son will eagerly drop some extra cookies into your bag, his smile quickly dissapearing under Loki's vicious stare (Loki hated that place).
You love that house. And with Loki by your side, it truly feels like home.