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Next morning, Sylvie's Chambers (Pronouns used for Loki: she/her)
Sylvie stood before the large mirror in her chambers, watching as the maids worked on her hair and makeup. The room was filled with quiet chatter and the delicate rustle of fabric. The door suddenly swung open, and two women entered. One of them was Frigga, whom Sylvie recognized immediately, but the other was a stranger. She wore a flowing gown of deep scarlet satin that seemed to move like liquid as she walked.
The woman’s long brown hair cascaded down her back, held loosely by a delicate winged hairpin on the left side.
"Good morning, dear," Frigga greeted, stepping forward to embrace Sylvie, careful not to disturb the work of the maids. "Good morning, my Queen," she added with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Enough of the formalities. Soon, you’ll be my daughter."
Sylvie blushed, nodding in embarrassment. "Of course, Frigga."
Frigga turned toward the woman in red. "I’d like you to meet my other child's 'girlfriend,'" she said with a teasing smile. "That’s what he calls her."
Sylvie glanced at the woman and gave a respectful bow. "Hello, I’m Sylvie Laufeydottir, Princess of Jotunheim."
The woman’s eyes widened slightly, and she immediately returned the bow. "Oh, no need for that," she said quickly, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I’m Jane Foster, from Earth—Midgard, as you’d call it."
Sylvie smiled warmly. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jane."
"I must go visit Loki now, but please, feel free to stay, Jane," Frigga said, her voice gentle as she left the room.
Loki’s chambers were much like Sylvie’s, filled with maids bustling about, ensuring everything was perfect. Loki was just stepping into her gown when Frigga entered the room.
"Hello, my dear," Frigga said, her voice full of warmth. "Today is your big day."
Loki gave her mother a soft smile. "It is indeed."
Stretching her arms, Loki adjusted her gown—an exquisite piece of the finest tulle, hand-stitched with golden thread. It flowed elegantly down to the floor, with a thin cape draped across her back.
"You look absolutely stunning," Frigga whispered, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes.
Loki laughed softly, walking toward her mother and pulling her into an embrace. "Oh, Mum, don’t cry."
Loki's long, jet-black hair was styled into delicate curls, braided from either side into the center. A golden tiara adorned her head, studded with emeralds that sparkled under the light.
Loki and Sylvie were meant to walk into the throne room together, so they met in the corridor just before. Loki couldn’t help but stare at Sylvie, completely in awe.
Sylvie’s gown was a soft, celestial blue with a golden corset-like breastplate and shoulderplate that connected seamlessly to the long sleeves. The color was a few shades lighter than Sylvie’s skin, making the combination look nothing short of divine. Her hair was styled in a low bun, and a golden tiara crowned her head. The tiara's intricate design, made to resemble entwined leaves, sparkled with tiny diamonds at the bottom and sapphires scattered throughout.
Loki took Sylvie’s hands in hers, a smile forming on her lips. "You look... breathtaking."
Sylvie chuckled softly. "Well, you must be talking about yourself."
They stood together in a quiet, shared moment, their gazes locked, the world seeming to slow around them.
Suddenly, the heavy doors to the throne room opened, revealing the guests. The throne room was filled with dignitaries from Asgard, Jotunheim, and other realms. Odin sat on his throne, with Frigga by his side. Thor stood nearby, accompanied by Jane, Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, and the Valkyrie Brunnhilde.
The soft sound of lyres filled the air as the brides walked forward, Sylvie’s arm linked with Loki’s.
Loki glanced over at her brother, who couldn't contain his grin. Sylvie’s gaze met her father's, who beamed with pride at his daughter.
As they reached the stairs leading to the throne, they stopped. Odin stood, addressing the gathered guests.
"On this day, we have gathered to celebrate the union of my daughter, Loki, and the Jotun princess, Sylvie, daughter of Laufey. Years ago, our realms..." Loki could already predict the speech; it was the same one Odin gave on every special occasion. She almost knew the words by heart at this point.
Loki’s eyes met Sylvie’s, and the smile that spread across Sylvie’s face made Loki’s heart swell. In that moment, surrounded by guests, all Loki could feel was happiness.
"Now we come to the bond," Odin’s voice rang out. "Loki Odindottir, heir to the throne of Asgard, do you take Sylvie, daughter of Laufey, Princess of Jotunheim, future queen of Asgard, as your wife?"
"I do," Loki replied, her voice steady as she squeezed Sylvie’s hand.
"And do you, Sylvie, daughter of Laufey, Princess of Jotunheim, future queen of Asgard, take Loki Odindottir, the heir to the throne of Asgard, as your wife?"
"I do."
Loki let out a sigh of relief, unaware she had been holding her breath. "I pronounce you—"
Suddenly, the doors to the throne room were thrown open. A dark-haired woman stepped inside, and behind her, a massive wolf followed closely.
