After months of work and planning, you finally made it to the night before your wedding. Your Asgardian wedding to be precise. After you got married on Asgard, you would be returning to Midgard to have a mating ceremony for the wolves.

There were a few wolves on Asgard with you as welcome guests. Wolves were cherished by the Asgardians, even by Odin. And Odin usually hated Midgardians in his realm. You'd respected that enough to only invite the four wolves you absolutely had to: your brother, Fenrir, and after much deliberation and still very reluctantly, you'd invited your mother as well.

Your mom wasn't necessarily someone you'd had to invite, but you had your reasons for it. And Lady Sif was under strict orders from Loki and Thor to remove her from the realm if she so much as upset you. Part of the reason you'd invited her was the duty you felt toward family and pack. Much as you didn't like her most of the time, she was still your mother and she had raised you. Even if she'd wanted to sell you off to an abusive asshole. Despite everything, you had to give her this one last chance to be a decent human being.

The other reason you'd wanted to invite her was much more selfish. You wanted to show her, to prove to her in terms that she could understand, how much better off you were now. How much better you were out of her control, away from the toxic pack and toxic alpha. You'd gotten your own life living on your own terms and you were thriving. You had everything she wanted and more. And she wasn't going to get to benefit from a single penny of what you had now.

You knew she wouldn't really understand, but it made you feel better, if a bit petty, to show off to her.

She had wanted you to marry Jareth, to wed the abusive asshole, just because he was going to be the next Alpha. Now you were marrying a prince who treated you like a queen, who also happened to be an alpha in his own right. You are part of Fenrir's pack and that made you a princess among the wolves.

And she got absolutely nothing out of it, no status, no power, no prestige, because she'd been such a bitch to you.

Karma worked wonders.

But that night? That night you were drinking with your friends and family. Well, drinking with Dan. Ethan was a child by Asgardian standards as well as Midgardian, so he wasn't drinking Asgardian booze.

And poor Dan hadn't realized that he could actually get drunk on Asgardian booze. So he was actually shitfaced by the end of the night. You took it more easily, knowing what you were getting into. This gathering wasn't as huge as the feast would be tomorrow night. You were gathered in one of the smaller dining halls, your brothers, mother, Fenrir, Loki, Thor, Sif, the warriors three, and the entire team of Avengers. Most of the Avengers were allowed to have a drink or two, they had high enough metabolisms to deal with the Asgardian alcohol, except poor Tony who so desperately wanted to try the booze, but wasn't allowed since he was just human.

You told stories all night, staying up late and drinking together. You felt like this was a much better way to celebrate your upcoming wedding than a traditional bachelorette party. You didn't need to see more naked men. You were going to have Loki for eternity. Enjoying an evening feasting and drinking with your friends and family was more than enough.

*

The next morning was a blur. You were woken early in Loki's consort's suite. Tradition demanded that you sleep in separate rooms and you wouldn't get to see him until the actual wedding. Sleeping alone and waking alone hadn't been difficult, but it would be the last night you had to do so.

You didn't have time to think about it the second Frigga, Sif, and Nat came to wake you. Nat and Sif had ended up as your bridesmaids. You all had hair and makeup that morning, a light meal, hours getting ready and final dress fittings with magic. Frigga reminded you all of your parts. She wanted this day to go off without a hitch.

All too soon, you were standing before the double-doors to the throne room with Fenrir at your side. With your father dead, it was up to either your alpha or Dan to give you away. As the father of all wolves, Fenrir took that duty upon himself. Dan didn't mind at all and gave way to his Alpha. "Are you ready, daughter?" Fenrir asked you while Sif and Nat took their positions, ready for the procession.

You nodded and beamed up at Fenrir. "I've never wanted anything more," you reassured him. Loki was your choice. Was your wolf's choice. Fenrir gave you a warm smile in return.

The procession music started and Nat and Sif left you to make their way down the long aisle to stand in their places as your bridesmaids. Once they were in place, the music changed and the double doors opened again and you slowly made your way down the long aisle full of nobles up to the throne where Loki waited for you. Your hand was on Fenrir's arm as you walked together. You didn't have to worry about falling on your face. Fenrir wouldn't let you.

Loki was dressed in his formal finery, including his golden horned helmet. You had a very indecent thought of riding him while he was wearing nothing BUT that golden horned helmet, but that was definitely a thought for later. Right now you had to survive the ceremony.

At least Frigga had promised the ceremony would be short. The hand fasting was a simple ceremony.

You felt everyone's eyes on you as they stood to watch you walk down the aisle and kept reminding yourself not to trip, to stand tall, to not drop your flowers. Your grip was tight on Fenrir's arm. All of your thoughts left your head when Loki's eyes caught yours, when you saw the love and adoration in his eyes, when it took every ounce of his self control to not let his mouth drop open when he saw you in your wedding dress. You took his open amazement for the compliment it was.

You made your way to him and handed your bouquet to Sif to hold. It was her job after all. Even if she had complained loudly about having to wear a dress. Loki had Thor and one of Thor's warrior friends as his groomsmen and you weren't at all surprised. Thor stood by Loki in everything, especially this, but Loki didn't have many other friends.

You took Loki's hands in yours and Frigga stepped up to you. She was the goddess of marriages, so she performed all weddings, especially noble weddings. "Today we come together to seal the bond of Prince Loki and Lady Y/N of Midgard in matrimony," she looked at Loki. "Do you still wish to take Lady Y/N as your wife, my son?" She asked him warmly. This was a formality, of course Loki wanted to marry you.

He inclined his head. "I do," he said with a bright honest smile. You loved seeing him so happy.

Freya turned to you next. "And do you still wish to take Prince Loki as your husband?" She asked just as warmly, just as formally.

You couldn't take your eyes off of your Loki. "I do," you replied, staring up at him. You couldn't believe this was happening. It seemed like forever ago that you'd met him. It seemed like you knew him your entire life, though it also felt like no time at all had passed.

Frigga drew her golden cord from wherever she had hidden it and wrapped it gently around yours and Loki's joined hands. "As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in the commitment of love and trust. For always you hold in your own hands the fate of this union. Above you are stars and below you is earth. Like stars your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow. May these hands be blessed this day. May they always hold each other. May they have the strength to hang on during the storms of stress and the dark of disillusionment. May they remain tender and gentle as they nurture each other in their wondrous love. May they build a relationship founded in love, and rich in caring. May these hands be healer, protector, shelter, and guide for each other," it was the traditional hand fasting ceremony on Asgard. She unbound your hands and handed you each a ring. "As you cannot be bound together physically for the rest of your lives, may these rings be a symbol of your eternal connection," Frigga told you both. Loki lifted your left hand and slipped the slim ring onto your ring finger. It matched your engagement ring perfectly. You did the same, slipping his wedding band onto his left hand as well. Both rings were gold, as you couldn't wear silver.

"May I present to you for the first time, Prince Loki and his wife, Princess Y/N. Loki, you may kiss your bride," she announced. Loki dipped you backwards and kissed you well to roars of applause from the gathered nobles and dignitaries, plus your friends and family.

Once the kiss was over, the pair of you led the procession to the feast. You had a table to yourselves, but only got to eat when Thor and your friends held the well-wishers at bay long enough for you to get some food. The night was wonderful and full of dancing, plenty of drinks, and an occasional bite of something to eat. Mostly, you accepted your well-wishes from your friends and family, and of course the thousand.

Loki growled at Thor when his brother approached carrying Mjolnir. "It's tradition, brother!" Thor replied innocently, then laid Mjolnir on your lap to the cheers of the crowd. You looked at Loki confused. This seemed an odd thing to be cheering.

"It is tradition for Mjolnir or a replica of it to be placed in the lap of the bride as a prayer to Thor for offspring," he explained. You were still confused so he continued. "My idiot brother is the god of Thunder. He's also the god of fertility," Loki explained. You could infer from there that the hammer was a symbol of fertility. A blush colored your cheeks at that information, which just had the crowd cheering harder.

That was more information than you really wanted to know about your brother-in-law.

At the end of the evening, Thor's idiot friends, Fenrir, your Asgardian friends, and Thor himself lifted the pair of you on their shoulders to carry you to Loki's suite. You found out later that it was tradition to escort the newlyweds to the marriage bed to ensure the marriage was consummated. At least you didn't have to do that in front of them. Because that wouldn't happen. Ever.

Though Fenrir would be able to verify by scent if he really wanted to. You knew he was polite enough not to. Besides, tomorrow was your mating ceremony on Midgard.

Your lips met Loki's the second you were alone and you weren't sure who initiated the kisses, which of you initiated more than kisses, or where your clothes disappeared off to. That wasn't important at the moment. All that mattered was that you and Loki were finally married and you were taking each other to your marriage bed.