The public wedding of Prince Loki and Lady Asta was a much needed respite for Asgard after the recent events. It was celebrated with the most grand celebration, with guests from most realms. Loki was kept company in his chambers by his brother, who lovingly teased him of tonight and his future ahead. Along with his 'words of inspiration', Thor gave his brother a token of their brotherhood to place on his groom's outfit. His mother came in next, dressed royally regal in a floor length dress with colors that honored the groom.

Thor attended to his own attire while the mother and son talked. Frigga had a pleasantly serious talk with Loki about his impending future. What he should expect from his wife and his married life, and some pro tricks to survive marriage if you were gonna live for thousands of years together. For her heirloom, Frigga placed a princely cape around his shoulders that went fittingly with his bridegroom suit. Their solemn moment of understandingly gazing into each other's eyes was interrupted by Thor's thunderous announcement of their father's arrival.

Odin stood at the door a moment, probably contemplating his choice of words. He came forth with a clear of his throat and addressed Prince Loki by his formal title. Similarly, his advice to give was of a very formal nature, basically covering the new duties he would be responsible for after his marriage.

The wedding bells rang announcing the appointed time. They lined at the door by rank waiting for Heimdall to call. The king and queen of Asgard were announced and the doors were opened to them. Frigga took her husband's hand and was all set to head out, but her husband wasn't. Odin looked behind him one last time and smiled a fatherly smile to his youngest son, and this time offered a quick piece of fatherly advice before leaving the room.

The fanfare made the audience aware and they all stood for the royals entrance. Odin escorted Frigga, and Thor was joined by Sif before they walked down the aisle, with Thor smiling at every maiden they crossed and Sif rolling her eyes. Loki came in alone, head up proudly as guests oohed and aah'd, critiquing his wedding outfit.

Yet they were all silent when the doors opened to the bride. If it weren't for the bridal march, Loki's sharp intake of breath would have been heard by all. She wore an emerald green dress, laced with sparkling gold. Her lace veil was pinned under a gold and emerald tiara loaned by her mother in law. Thor squeezed his brother's shoulder as they watched the bride glide forward; the moment was so powerfully beautiful, Thor got inspired to quickly peck a kiss on his own fiancee's cheek.

Finally Sigyn, or lady Asta as she were, made it to the altar and they emotionally progressed with all the wedding rituals. Vows were made again, even more beautifully than before's. Rituals completed and Odin's speech over, the couple was finally announced as Lord and Lady Loki, to be sealed with a kiss.

Sigyn giggled, expected a show from her husband but to her surprise, Loki ever so gently held her face and slowly brought his mouth to hers, savoring the kiss. The crowd cheered and after a moment the couple broke apart, though Loki had his hand on her back the whole time.

"I thought you would make a show of it!" She whispered to him as they led the walk back down the aisle.

"Oh I plan to! Just you wait tonight!"

Sigyn blushed as Loki pressed a kiss to her temple.

The waiting was far more excruciating for him than for her as it turned out.

After the ceremony, the couple walked straight into the reception outdoors, and stepped into a beautiful first dance. There was lunch after, during which the couple introduced and thanked each guest for coming. A retiring break split lunch from dinner, for which most of the people had changed into something less formal and more comfortable, including the bride and groom. More dances, more guests, more food; more sly displays of affection hinting of their first night together.

Loki and Sigyn were separated, talking to different cliches of people when Loki's patience hit the ceiling. Excusing himself from his party, he just about stormed over to hers. Sigyn was talking with her friends, so he waited for her impatiently with his hands behind his back while her friends giggled staring at him.

"Oh, hello love." Sigyn finally addressed him and pecked a kiss.

"Right." Loki wrapped an arm around his new bride and turned to her friends as they curtseyed to him. "We thank you all for being able to join us on our very special day. Now, we wish you a happy rest of your night as my newly wedded wife and I retire for the day. Good night."

He didn't wait for their reply before he casually pulled her towards the exit, not bothering to stop for anyone who came in their way. Loki grabbed her hand and ran to his suites as Sigyn laughed behind him.

"Will you stop running?! My feet can't keep up!"

Luckily by then they'd reached the doors to his castle and Loki grabbed her waist, whirling her inside and not allowing her a moment to settle before he pinned her against the door and kissed her senseless. Sigyn allowed a minute or two of it before she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I love you." She said to him in a content breath.

Her husband smiled and kissed her forehead, repeating the phrase back.

The exchange of 'I love yous' allowed Sigyn to finally look around herself, completely in awe of the new setting.

"This... this looks beautiful."

The halls were lit only by little candles floating on mini rivers that had appeared along the floor. The tiles it seemed were replaced by flower petals and gold trickled down from the ceiling.

"A beautiful welcome for the world's most beautiful bride." Loki spoke into her shoulder as he wrapped his hands around her from behind.

"Well but I've been here probably a hundred times before." Sigyn cupped his face with a hand.

"But I believe, the first time as my wife." Loki smirked and kissed her, and Sigyn knew something was definitely up.

"And as customary," She shrieked as he scooped her up in his arms, "I'll now carry you over the threshold!"

Even with his every sense directed at carrying and kissing his bride, Loki was able to effortlessly take her to the room he'd been living in since he was old enough to have his own place. He stepped past the door to his bedroom and let her down gently.

"Oh honey! This is breathtaking!" Sigyn commented on their dressed up room.

"You should see from where I'm standing."

Sigyn turned back to look at him watching her with a smirk.

They both laughed and Sigyn ran back to Loki, hands and lips attached.

"I hate... to ruin the mood." She squeezed his shoulders to alert him. "But I'll just be back."

She pushed him away and grabbing her skirts, ran to the bathroom. She lost the train to the dress, keeping it just below her knees. Long enough to have fun with but not taking ages about it. Business done and touchups made, Sigyn left the bathroom to the best sight of all: Loki swinging off his shirt to reveal his carved back.

She leaned against the doorframe and gazed to her fill, drinking in the sight of him. Loki snickered feeling her eyes on him and turned her way.

"Like what you see?" He splayed his arms wide to give her a full display of his equally toned front.

"I'm starting to gain appreciation for you, husband." Sigyn remarked as she swayed his way.

Her husband scoffed a laugh.

"Starting?"

"Mhmm." Sigyn hummed in his ear as she pressed her hands against his chest. "Now, have any tricks down those trousers, sir?"

Loki grabbed her by her shoulders and peeled her away, daring to look in her eyes.

"Naughty are we, Queen Sigyn."

"Naughty?! No, goodness no!" Sigyn reached up to kiss him, daring to swipe her tongue against his lower lip, "But I'm open to consider mischievous!"

Loki let out a yelp and lunged at her ear, nibbling on her lobe as he spun and fell on top of her on the bed.

One hand down her side, he used the other to undo the strings on her front as he kissed his way down her neck to her shoulders. He never went too fast for her comfort knowing her inexperience; anyway, fast was no fun, a fact not well understood by his brother. He slipped down the shoulders of her dress, revealing her bountiful chest, but he paid no mind to them. Sigyn blushed and turned her head sideways, allowing him more access to her neck. Loki sucked on the hollow of her neck and then trailed straight down, gently kissing every bit of skin revealed as her dress opened further. He had fun with her belly button; kissing it, circling his tongue around it, making her laugh. But it was when he kissed at the hem of torso when she uncomfortably shivered and he stopped and went back up to face her.

"Too much?" Loki lovingly whispered as he stroked her face.

"Sorry. I've never done it before."

Loki smiled with a laugh and pecked a deep kiss.

"I'll be gentle."