Lokius Week 2021

Day 7: Freeform

Loki sighs as he glanced at himself in the mirror. The bra he picked fits his breast comfortably, and matched the panties and the corset he is slipping on. Today was the day he and Mobius were getting married. It was such a breath of fresh air getting closer and closer to the Trickster.

"Do you need help with that?" Tom asked as he steps from the bathroom, dressed in a fine tuxedo as he fiddles with his cufflinks.

"Yes. Please." Loki said, not even glancing at the Thespian's way.

Tom sighed as he pulls and ties it carefully - not too tight nor too lose. Loki didn't want him, nor Sophia, to be here. He had respect for them both but... It felt like a grim reminder about Disney. Mobius invited them, his intentions (much like Tom and Sophia's) weren't harmful and meant out of goodwill - Loki had to at least talk to Tom about what's happening and what he's feeling. Loki is stubborn by nature, talking about feelings definitely falls into that category.

In a way, Loki was glad Sylvie didn't come - Sophia had told him so and was evident by the lack of his sister's presence. Deep down, that connection with the twins had been prominently strong and Loki was grateful that she respected his wishes.

"Lo... Look, you know I am here to talk, right?" Tom asks.

Loki looked at him with a sigh. "What you... It felt like a betrayal, it still is a betrayal... I understand exactly why you don't use social media cuz I keep getting tagged in such fluidphobic shit for the past month. I never consented to be branded the way I was... I don't understand why you didn't fight for me... Do you really fear losing your income more than losing my love and trust I have in you?" Loki's voice betrayed him, breaking as tears formed, nearly staining his face.

"No. No... I do fear losing you, Loki: your love, your trust and you. If I had more creative freedom and control of this show, you know damn well that this would be far different than what we got. I am truly sorry. I would love to speak more against this... But Marvel has my lips sewn shut, just like yours... I know whatever I say can't be promised but know that you have my trust as I hope that I still have yours..." Tom said honestly, gently brushing away the tears on Loki's cheeks with a comforting smile.

Loki nods, he doesn't know his own feelings nor hoe to properly express them now- an hour before he is due to wed to Mobius.

A gentle knock is heard on the door. The two turn to see Thor, dressed in a beautiful red sparkly dress, pop in. "An hour till the biggest moment of your life, Lokes. You almost ready?"

Loki nods. "Just have to slip my suit-dress on."

Thor smiles. "Great." He says before he looks to Tom who looked quite puzzled yet interested. "What?"

"Never thought you'd be the one to wear a dress, Thor."

"You forgot that I was a bride to a Jotun king - dress, heels and all. Have to look presentable when I say the vows."

"Why aren't you Loki's Man of Honor?"

"I'm the only one who knows how the binding spell works and the vows to do it; plus Amora was already slotted for Maid of Honor."

From the suit, Amora yells a "Hell yeah!"

Tom laughs before turning to Loki. "Best to give you privacy. Let us know when you are done, okay?"

Loki waves them out before turning towards the mirror again before applying light makeup for today. As he is putting on some eyeshadow, a light knock is heard against the door. "Enter."

Sophia pops in. "Hey, Loki. I have a gift for you, from Sylvie."

Loki looks at her with an arched eyebrow, not saying a word to her as she continues.