Can a God, truly be redeemed?

Chapter 43

Three hours, a bath, spa treatments, hair, nails, makeup, dressing and jewelry later, you were FINALLY ready for the feast. Frigga had left an hour ago to prepare herself for the feast and to do a final check over of the hall. You were quite eager to see Loki in his royal feast attire, and for him to see you decked out as an official royal Asgardian. Dismissing the maids with many thank yous, you turn and look at yourself in the full length mirror beside the closet door.

Still quite stunned at how well Frigga had chosen with your gown and precise measurements, even with hiding your barely there baby bump. She explained why she had chosen the dark glitter emerald green fabric for it. Emphasizing its important status. It being Loki's signature color, the only female allowed to wear it was you, as it marked you as his. Only those he courted and married could do so. You wouldn't be required to only wear green, but for important events it was insisted on until your crowning ceremony where you could choose your own accompanying color to go with it. None too bothered by it as green was a good color with your complexion and you loved the idea of it being widely known you were his and he was yours, and yours ALONE. Still shocked how possessive you had become of your husband since your pregnancy began surprised you. Usually Loki was like that, maybe some of his traits were bleeding into you through your bond. Either way it didn't bother either of you, being possessive over the other.

Smiling at your reflection you glided your hands over the silky, sparkly material. So much like silk but somehow soft like cotton. It was such a dark emerald in the shadows it looked black but when you swayed into the light, it glittered gold and green. Rhinestones littered the bottom like stars, and two diamond brooches held up the sleeve straps at your shoulders. The v dip over your chest pushed up your breasts tastefully and still sexy only showing the beginning tips of his name on your chest. Not wanting to reveal the knowledge of your shared markings of the soulbonds to others yet. A teardrop emerald lay nestled in your cleavage gifted to you by the queen. Matching teardrop emerald and diamond earring swung down your ears as your hair curled around your face, half pinned up and half hung down your shoulders curled. A small diamond and emerald tiara completed the bejeweled look nestled tight on top of your head.

The makeup you insisted to keep light as Loki was never a fan of the heavy look. Light glittery green shadow ran over your lids with a light gold v in the eye corners. Your lashes thick and full, with a light dusting of blush and gold powder on your cheeks that made your face glow and sparkle. Lips lightly pink and glossed over complete your look. Frigga thankfully taking sight of your clumsiness helped you choose dark green slippers similar to ballet flats that were insanely comfortable. She wanted to ensure you did not swell and could enjoy dancing with your husband as much as you wanted.

Just as you finished smoothing your dress down for the millionth time a soft knock came to the door. Knowing immediately it was Loki as the excitement flowed through the bond. You quickly pace to the door, using most of your strength to pull the heavy door open, you smile at the back turned away. Recognizing his royal armor attire. Green and black leather criss crossed over his tall muscular frame with gold plated adornments. His soft curly black hair hung loosely around those strong shoulders.

"Hello, my prince" you giggle as he swiftly turns on his heel, eyes widening in shock, in love, before darkening to his animal lust stare. Jaw wide open as he drinks in the sight of his princess.

"Norns, love. You have always been breathtaking to me, but seeing you like this, in my colors, you truly are the princess of my dreams. You put all other women to shame, my queen." Loki stumbles out as he brings his hand forward that carries a bouquet of the prettiest roses you have ever seen!

"Thank you, my prince. Those are the most beautiful roses I have ever seen!" Smiling as you take the flowers from him.

"They only grow here, darling. A special kind only grown by my mother. Similar to roses on Midgard, but richer in colors and smell. They also grow much larger. I shall take you to the garden so you may see them in their true glory." He smiles knowing how much you would love them.