After Loki's lost bet with Thor, D.B. Cooper causes chaos on Midgard, and a war with Vanaheim rises in the East, so Odin proposes a wager of his own to his youngest son:
An arranged marriage, one for the public. If the terms of the deal are honored...
Summary: It's the wedding day! Loki and Adora get married in a traditional Asgardian ceremony... while having cold feet
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Loki spent his day with Milja, struggling to oversee the final touches on the decor with only Thor and Odin to help.
There was a mishap in the halls as Loki was looking over a schedule with one of the planners. He'd been thoroughly distracted with Milja on his hip, wanting this to be a perfect day for Adora when she reached over, plucked a string on a box nearby, and a flurry of doves exploded through the hallway.
Milja screeched happily as they fluttered around, Hodur chasing one particularly unlucky dove under a set of chairs that clattered loudly to the floor as he and his brother and father struggled to catch them.
The wedding planners hated them all, but at least Milja had fun. They'd have a good laugh about it when she was older.
Loki was exhausted by the time he was to get dressed. Aela came in just long enough to ensure he was ready, then went back to Adora, who she assured him was having a relaxing day and being pampered.
The Great Hall bustled with noise as he stood in front of some mirrors in the dressing room, his ceremonial armor feeling a bit ridiculous. Holding his helmet under his arm, Loki's hands shook.
Adora was wonderful, Milja was a gift, he told himself. Everything was going to be okay, and with her by his side for twenty years, Loki was sure to win this bet. The girls could go home and Loki would be free.
They'll go home, he realized, his pulse catching in his throat. He'll be alone again, free to do as he pleased, and a few weeks ago that sounded so easy... now he wasn't so sure.
The door opened behind him, a cacophony of voices filtering in before it shut again. Thor gave Loki a small smile in the looking glass.
"Are you ready, brother?"
Loki gave him a feeble one back as he set his helmet on, "As ready as I'll ever be."
Thor paused before he reached for the door, his voice quiet and soft, "I'm...proud of you, Loki. I was wrong, I think you and Adora are a fine match. Forgive me."
Loki reached out his hand, and Thor quickly pulled him into a bone crushing hug that made his feet leave the ground. He chuckled painfully and hugged his brother back, "There's nothing to forgive."
"Right," he grunted as he set Loki down, flashing him a confident grin, "Let's get you married."
Thor led Loki through the Great Hall and the people milling about. He shook more hands and was kissed by more people than he'd ever in his life. He was growing tired of it by the time Thor took him out to the gardens where the ceremony would be held and the day was only just beginning.
His father waited at the altar with Wylen, each holding a goblet of honeymead. Thor took his place behind Odin as Loki kneeled before him, and as with their tradition the ceremony began.
