Can a God, truly be redeemed?

Chapter 38

    Time seemed to fly by after your arrival home. Loki throws both you and himself into the remainder of the wedding planning, and beginning of the baby planning. Your days are so full of planning and interviews with S.H.I.E.L.D. you barely slept. Before you knew it was the night before your wedding and the girls had tossed Loki out of your apartment and sent him to the Tower with the rest of the men for your respective parties. You had made it very clear that you were too tired for anything crazy, especially with being pregnant, it limited your options of fun.

    Natasha, Wanda and Pepper completely agreed and decided for a movie and makeover sleepover. They shared a bottle of champagne and you enjoyed your sparkling cider. Between manis, pedis, and facials it was a bustling night full of laughter and girly shenanigans. Talk of sex and men are majority of the night. Everyone passed out by 2 am, you text Loki before going to bed with a quick goodnight message and hope that he behaved himself. You knew Tony quiet well enough that there would be plenty of situations that would offer trouble for your Mr. Mischief himself, but Loki assured you that he didn’t even partake in the drinking games since he knew you could not as well. Leaving your goodnights and see you at the altar, you quickly went to sleep.

    The morning of the wedding came all too soon, and yet not soon enough. Remembering this is one wedding of two was quite stressful. Even for keeping the ceremony small and intimate quite a lot of thought and choosing went into it. You dreaded what was coming, planning your royal nuptials on Asgard in just a few days. No rest for the weary you thought to yourself as the girls hurried you along with hair and makeup. You were very excited to wear your dress though. Pepper helped you design it and had it custom made for you.

    A creamy off white silk and lace, with emerald and gold flowers embroidered around the bottom A-line skirt and following the scoop neckline. Long sleeves flowing down in lace and looped over your middle fingers. Pearls flow down your back buttoning the delicate lace detail on each side together forming an intricately detailed dagger wrapped in flowers. All nods to your princely fiance. You just knew Loki was going to lose his mind when he sees the dress. You knew you probably wouldn’t get much say in the dress you wore for Asgard so you wanted this one to be extra special. 

    Before you could blink you were stuffed in a limo with your bridesmaids in their emerald green silk dresses. Everything passed in a whirl and before you knew it, stopped as you stood before the gossamer curtains blocking out the view of the garden on the side of the tower Tony had done up just for this occasion. The smell of all the flowers was amazing and drowned out the city air around you. Now your nerves began settling in and you knew Loki could feel it too as a flood of reassurance and calm swept over through the bond you shared. You smiled eager to see him on the other side. Shocked, he could be so calm at a moment like this.

Tony came around the curtain ready to walk you down the aisle, as you had no family to take the place. He was ready to jump into it, deeming himself  “father of the bride”, exclaiming how he loved the movie and was made for the role. He stands back and smiles at you, tears brimming his eyes.

“ You look just gorgeous hun, utter perfection. My little girl is all grown up” he laughs as he wipes his eyes.

“ Tony you do know you're not my actual father right?” you laugh at him.

“Hey sweet cheeks, don’t go ruining the moment for me.” he laughed back.

He moves to your side, tucking your right arm in the crook of his left.

“You sure you want him hun, if you change your mind, I can get ya outta here in a second” he jokes and winks at you.

“ I’ve never been more certain.” you giggle and shake your head at his antics. Classic Tony Stark of course, even at a wedding.