"You may kiss the bride."
Loki pulled Athena to him and kissed her softly. She returned the favor and tugged a little on his hair. Then they pulled away to save themselves from further embarrassment and left for their new room in the castle. Athena walked with Loki to the door then stopped him.
"Loki I'm a little nervous."
"There is nothing to worry about my dear. I will take care of you my queen. Are you ready?"
She nodded then walked in.

Athena leaned back into the soft mattress as Loki went about removing the rest of her clothing. Her eyes roved over his lean frame, marveling at the muscles of his chest. It was then that she realized her new husband was not unattractive—far from it, in fact. His appearance was unique and alluring. She ran her hands over the small patch of black hair on his chest, sliding lower and lower until they were greeted by the coarse hairs of his lower abdomen. She felt exhilarated touching a man in this way. Loki hovered over her naked form, kissing and nipping at her neck. His hands groped her breasts, massaging them in a rather pleasing manner. He seemed skilled in this particular department. Athena gasped as he moved his mouth towards her breast, his warm breath creating heat in other parts of her body.
Athena glanced down to note that Loki had not removed his undergarments. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the large bulge there. Loki smiled and placed a messy kiss on her neck before removing that last garment. His manhood stood proud and firm, and appeared far too big for the task at hand. Athena gawked at his foreign anatomy, anxiety building up in her stomach. Loki noticed her concern.
"I'll be gentle," his lips grazed her ear as he spoke. He centered himself between her legs, pulling her thighs up against his side. He paused, waiting for permission to proceed. Athena nodded her approval, and not a moment later he entered her. She cried out in pain. Loki slowly slid himself deeper, allowing Athena's body to adapt to the intrusion. Athena clenched her legs around his waist and clawed at the sheets. Loki grabbed Athena's arms and placed them over his shoulders.
"You might want something to hold on to," he warned, before pulling out slowly. Athena dug her nails into his pale skin, whimpering. He pushed himself in again, and began to build up a rhythm. With each thrust, Athena felt the pain dissolve into pleasure. A throaty moan escaped her, causing Loki to grin devilishly.
"Does that feel good, love?" he licked his lips wickedly. Athena groaned her assent. He picked up the pace, their sweat mingling. "Do you want me to stop?" he teased. Athena vigorously shook her head in disapproval. The pace increased once more, eliciting loud squeaks and creaks from the bed beneath. A bizarre and exquisite feeling began to build up in Athena, intensifying with each movement. Before long she was crying out her husband's name, waves of ecstasy rolling over her in a way she had never felt before. Loki kept pumping until he spilled his seed into her with a loud grunt. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her bedraggled hair. The two lied there, panting, for what seemed like an eternity, before Loki removed himself from Athena's body. He fell to her side, exhausted.
Once they both regained their breath, silence fell over the room. Loki crawled underneath the sheets and faced away from Athena. His bride soon joined him there, scooting close and wrapping her arm over his side.
"I love you my king."
"I love you my beautiful queen."