For Better or For Worse (Loki x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Three

I'M BACK!!!
Thank you all so very much for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it. I took some time for myself, and I honestly feel a lot better!
I hope you all enjoy the is chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!!! Onward!

A light sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my arms on the balcony stemming off the room we had rented in the little tavern. It was the same little tavern and even the very same room where Loki and I had shared our very first kiss. This bustling little port city held so many memories, and there were a thousand more to be made.

I turned and smiled when I heard the door to our room open, letting my husband into the room. When he entered the room, he was in his typical traveling form, brown hair, blue eyes, and a beard. Like I had promised him when he had first shown me his Frost Giant form, I would love any version of him, this one included. But, in a green flash of light, he was back to his Asgardian form.

"Everything for the evening is set up, my love," he announced as he made his way to the balcony on which I resided. I stepped away from the railing, moving to let Loki take me into his arms. His long arms snaked around my waist and settled on my lower back, his wide hands splayed out.

"Awesome," I muttered, letting my head rest on his chest, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed evenly.

"Is everything alright, little dove?" the man asked as he pushed me back to arms' length. There was concern on his face. I smiled and raised my hands on his face, pulling him into a light kiss. I felt him smile against my lips.

"Of course it is, Lokes," I whispered, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I just can't wait to marry you again. On our own accord," I said, caressing his cheek with one of my hands. He smiled and leaned his cheek further into my touch, his eyes closing in a show of peace.

It had been a few months since Loki had recovered from my stab wound, and he was now completely healed save for a small scar on his abdomen. He hadn't told me how, but he had somehow managed to convince his parents to let us go on another trip, though, it was only for a week this time. Part of me had a feeling he hadn't told his parents the entire story. No one on Asgard, save Thor and Jane, knew we had chosen to renew our vows, and I doubted Loki had said anything to his mother or father.

"I want nothing more than to marry the man of my dreams and the love of my life," I promised. He smiled and pressed another light kiss to my forehead. "I could not have asked for a better partner to share the rest of my life with," I promise. The man before me chuckled.

"Save the vows for later, my love; there will be a time for that," he promised. I nodded and smiled happily.

"I'm going to get ready," I whispered, pulling back from his grasp. "Have to make myself somewhat presentable," I joked before moving off to grab a light white dress I had packed for the 'wedding.' There were suddenly hands on my hips, spinning me around.

"You are always presentable, my dear," he husked, pressing butterfly kisses along my jawline and down my neck. "You are always absolutely stunning," he said between light kisses. "Gorgeous." I giggled and pushed the man away from me.

"There will be time for that later," I reminded him with a smirk. He smiled and pressed one more kiss to my lips.

"Of course there will be," he said. "If I have anything to say about it." I giggled and smacked him on the chest before continuing in my actions of retrieving my white dress. It wasn't much to look at, just a simple white cloth dress, but it made me feel beautiful nonetheless. The man I called my husband smirked and looked me up and down as I skipped to the bathroom to get ready for the evening.