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Chapter 19- Marriage

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"You once said there would never be a wiser King than me. You were wrong. The alignment has brought all the realms together. Every one of them saw you offer your life to save them. What can Asgard offer its new King in return?"

"My life," Thor stated, "Father, I cannot be King of Asgard. I will protect Asgard and all the realms with my last and every breath, but I cannot do so from that chair. Loki, for all his grave imbalance, understood rule as I know I never will. The brutality, the sacrifice, it changes you. I'd rather be a good man than a great King."

"Is this my son I hear, or the woman he loves?"

"When you speak, do I never hear Mother's voice? This is not for Jane, Father. She doesn't know what I came here to say. Now forbid me to see her or say she can rule at my side, it changes nothing."

"One son who wanted the throne too much, another who will not take it. Is this my legacy?"

"Loki died with honor, I shall try to live the same. Is that not legacy enough?" Thor asked. (Y/n)'s eyes teared up at the mention of his name. They didn't even have a body to send to Valhalla, as (Y/n) was sure he would go. Thor held out this hammer.

"It belongs to you," Odin shook his head, "If you are worthy of it."

"I shall try to be." Thor and (Y/n) turned around now that they knew they wouldn't be killed.

"I cannot give you my blessing, nor can I wish you luck. If I were proud who both of you had become, even that I could not say. It would speak only from my heart."

"Thank you Father."

"(Y/n), stay for a moment will you?" Odin asked. (Y/n) nodded to Thor, silently saying that he could go. After Thor had left the throne room Odin spoke again,"My dear, you know have the power of the Reality Stone. Can you not see through illusions?"

"I'm still getting used to the change," (Y/n) mumbled, "And um, my emotions are a bit off right now so I have more power stored in my necklace that I will when I am done mourning."

"Yes," Odin leaned forward in his seat, "Look closer (Y/n), muster up the power you can."

(Y/n) tilted her head in confusion, but did as the Allfather said. She squinted her eyes and used an amount of power she felt safe using.

It was like candle wax melting, or water dripping down a blank slate. Either way, the illusion of Odin disappeared, and in the Allfather's place, was the man she presumed to be dead.

"Loki?" She asked. She walked up the stairs to him, putting a hand on his cheek, he wasn't a hologram, "How..."

"Darling, did you believe I would go into a battle without a healing stone?" Loki asked with a smile.

"But, you wouldn't have the time, Thor said you were stabbed straight through the middle."

"Perhaps, the blood of that wretched creature, mixed with mine. And whatever kept him nearly unkillable, did the same for me until I was able to heal myself."

(Y/n) slapped Loki, a loud sound echoing through the room. Loki let out a breathless laugh.

"That's for everything you put me through, you horrible, no good-"

Lok placed his lips on top of (Y/n)'s, silencing her angry rant. (Y/n) put both of her hands on Loki's cheeks, pulling him closer to her. The two kissed again, and again, before Loki pulled away.

"How would you like to wear those rings correctly?" Loki asked.

"I'd love too," (Y/n) grinned, "Give me two days, and I shall everything prepared. We can go anywhere, Vanaheim, Midgard, Alfheim..."

"Anywhere you'd like."

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"I think I'm going to be sick," (Y/n) whispered, holding a hand over her queasy stomach.

"Oh come now (Y/n), you'll do wonderful," Sif assured, though there was a strain in her voice that told her she still didn't trust Loki entirely.

"I still don't understand why I'm here," Darcy spoke up, brushing off her dress, "Or why Black Widow is here either."

"It's taking everything I have to not tackle Loki to the ground and beat him senseless," Nat added, "Just to get all the anger out. Then I'll forgive him because he was being mind controlled, I know that that's like."

(Y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose. These were the women closest to her and all of them were either angry, confused, or defensive.

"I needed three bridesmaids because Loki has the Warriors Three. Also, you're somehow more trustworthy than Jane, spell of discretion or not."

"What does that mean again?"

"You can't openly tell someone what you saw today," (Y/n) explained shortly, "If we give permission, or if there is a point where it is necessary, then you may say it."

"Aw yeah, like a blood promise," Darcy grinned.

"Right," Sif said, regarding Darcy in shock for a moment before turning back to (Y/n), "Come, it's time."

(Y/n) turned to her side, grabbing the small ring that sat on a wood trunk. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, her Father stood in front of her.

"Father," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

"My time is limited, even with your power, we must hurry."

Carr took his daughter's arm and led her through the short walk to the 'altar' of the ceremony. It was fifteen large wood trunks with hundreds of candles lit magically on top of them.

"Darling did you forget to find someone for the hand binding?" Loki asked when she reached him. Loki was dressed in his finest armor, his helmet on his head.

"I wanted to surprise you."

Volstagg stepped forward and set down a necklace. Loki's eyes sparked in remembrance. (Y/n) waved her hand over the necklace and Frigga began to form, wearing the same dress she was when she was sent to Valhalla.

"I'm so proud of both of you," Frigga whispered, "Now, as the goddess of love, beauty, and marriage, I start the ceremony."

Frigga picked up the four cords traditional for a wedding ceremony. It was something done in Midgard's ancient Scandinavia and in Ireland, they got it from Asgard. She paused for a moment, considering which name to use for Loki, before deciding on being entirely accurate. Loki and (Y/n) reached out and held dominant hands.

"Loki Laufeyson and (Y/n) Carrdottir, I bid you to look into each other's eyes. Will you honor and respect one another, and seek to never break that honor?"

"We will." Frigga draped the first cord over their hands.

"And so the first binding is made. Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?"

"We will." Frigga draped the second cord over their hands.

"And so the binding is made. Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits will grow in this union?"

"We will." Frigga draped the third cord over their hands.

"And so the binding is made. Will you share each other's laughter and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"

"We will." Frigga draped the final cord over their hands.

"And so the binding is made," Frigga tied the cords together. "Loki Laufeyson and (Y/n) Carrdottir, as your hands are bound together now, your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust."

Frigga looked to Fandral. He stepped forward, holding his sword horizontally and kneeling down. On the sword were (Y/n) and Loki's wedding rings. Frigga took the rings off the sword, placing them in the couple's free hands.

Loki put on (Y/n)'s ring first, then (Y/n) put Loki's on his hand.

"As this wedding ends, I give you the highest blessing I can. And wish you the happiness both of you have earned. Loki, my son, you may kiss your bride."

Loki pulled (Y/n) closer to him by their bound hands. She felt the cool metal of his ring touch her cheek as he put his lips to hers. Their first kiss as husband and wife, the first of many.

"To the feast!" Volstagg cheered as they pulled apart and began to untie the cords.

"There's a feast?" Darcy asked excitedly. Nat chuckled and rolled her eyes at Darcy's excitement.

"It's tradition for a feast to be held after the ceremony."

"Are you coming Mother?" Loki turned to the spot Frigga had formerly been, all that was left being the necklace brought out.

"Her soul is already in Valhalla," (Y/n) mumbled, "I couldn't bring her back entirely."

"Oh darling, at least she was here to see it, much less officiate it," Loki smiled, wrapping his arm around (Y/n) as they walked down a small path in the forest to the location of the feast.

It was a relatively small table given the company, but it was packed with as much food as it could hold, earning the title of a feast feast. Over the table was fairy lights hanging off of the trees and making it look absolutely enchanting.

Everyone sat down and talked like this was a normal occurrence, having a secret wedding with someone who once tried to take over Earth. Darcy and Nat told the Warriors Three of Thor's time on Earth, the Warriors Three told Darcy of Asgard, and (Y/n) and Loki ate silently, with smile on their faces, and hands held under the table.

"Too bad Thor couldn't be here," (Y/n) sighed.

"Oh yes, because my brother would just love to see that I have survived death once again," Loki said sarcastically.

"Come now," (Y/n) tapped his arm, "He's your brother. This wedding was meant to be a large occasion, then it couldn't happen, and now we're getting married in secret because you're dead."

Loki chuckled and took a bite of his food.

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As The Warriors Three, Sif, Darcy, and Nat were getting ready to be returned to their normal realms, (Y/n) pulled the Asgardian group aside.

"I need you to do something for me," (Y/n) snapped her crystal necklace in half, explaining herself as the others gasped, "Don't worry that won't release the Aether. I need you to take this half to Taneleer Tivan on Knowhere. Keeping all of the unstable energy from the stone in one place isn't a smart idea."

The group nodded, Sif being the one to take the crystal. Everyone exchanged their farewells and those besides (Y/n) and Loki were returned home.

(Y/n) and Loki began to relax and enjoy the serenity of Alfheim. It was a truly beautiful realm. So beautiful, that (Y/n) considered staying there forever. But, Loki was imitating Odin, and (Y/n) had obligations to the Avengers.

Even so, the two enjoyed themselves with the time they had.