Imagination - Loki/Bucky X OC - Marvel (Rewritten)

Chapter 48 - Wedding Bells

Authors Note: After over a year and multiple edits and a rewrite... A NEW FUCKING CHAPTER LETS GOOOO!!!!

- Thor's Wedding Day -

I glare at Betsha as she helps me put on a dress, a permanent scowl on my face. She simply chuckles at my reaction with a smile. "My lady, you must wear a dress. It is a royal wedding!" She chides me as she wraps a corset around my stomach.

"Betsha, I could go in fucking pants and a T-shirt and Thor wouldn't care." I scowl at the lizard, she sighs while she tightens the corset making me cough out a breath as the air is forced from my lungs. "The hell?! Are you trying to torture me?!"

"Apologies." She loosens it allowing me to gasp out a breath with exaggeration. Quickly tying off the ropes with ease. "There you are, here are your shoes." She holds up a pair of flats for me and I sigh with relief. "I wouldn't torture you with heels my lady." Betsha smirks I simply slide them on with a huff.

"Lord Barnes and Lord Loki are already at the venue awaiting your arrival. You look stunning." Betsha smiles at me, the door to Nazarick in my bedroom opens.

I sigh loudly, my shoulders dropping. Fuck man.. I hate weddings, they are so boring. Stepping through the gateway with Betsha right behind me, I enter the transportation hub. Walking over to New Asgards gateway I open it and step through.

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Arriving at a beautiful field filled with flowers (thanks to my druids), I look around for my boys in the crowd. Betsha dressed in her human disguise, taps me on the shoulder and points... My mouth goes dry at the sight before me. Good God, they aren't snacks... They're the whole goddamn meal!

Loki sensing eyes on him turns and sees me he smiles wide and approaches, Bucky dressed in a suit hot on his heels. The both of them staring at me like I'm a steak made by a professional chef.

"Darling! You look ravishing!" Loki holds his arms out, simply taking me in. Licking his lips at the sight of me.

"Yeah well, don't get used to it. I'm burning this dress the moment we get back home." I say with a huff, crossing my arms. Stupid fucking dresses.. Stupid fucking wedding etiquette.. At least it's goth, that's all I could compromise with.

"Aww doll, do you have to?" Bucky steps up, wrapping his arms around me, leaning in close to my ear. "Cause I wouldn't mind ripping it off your body later.." his hot breath fans across my ear, making me blush.

I smack him against his chest. "Bucky!" He grins wide at me, kissing me on the cheek. "This is a wedding!!!" He chuckles at my reaction.

"Come darling, we are sitting towards the front." Damn, that means everybody would be able to see me.. I won't be able to play games on my phone. I sigh loudly with a grumble.

Following Loki towards the front, we are sat down next to Frigga. Who is looking much better health wise.. but a sad look still in her eyes.. "What a beautiful day for a wedding." I say with a smile to her, she smiles back to me with a nod.

"This wedding is a long time coming." She smirks to me and I snort out a laugh.

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Thor stands on the altar with Sif right in front of him, the both of them dressed in regal armor. Oh so they get to wear armor and I can't!? If I ever get married I better be able to wear fucking battle armor or I swear to God. "The souls of Valhalla are looking down upon us this day.." The priest says looking at the both of them, holding a dark stone in his hands. "You both shall place your hand upon the stone, and ask of their approval for this union.." Sif and Thor both not, placing their hands on the stone, they both gasp. Their body's stiffening, pupils turning white. The hell?