Give me Love

35. The Ceremony

Loki began guiding you towards the open double doors. You could see Odin sitting in a large chair at the end of an aisle, Frigga beside him. That was when you noticed it; well it wasn't so much an 'it' as it was a 'him', and a lack of said 'him'. Thor wasn't there... You had made sure Loki invited him, and even if you hadn't, Frigga would have. But he wasn't there... Had he finally had enough? You'd done nothing but hurt Thor by constantly choosing Loki. You'd ignored Thor's kindness in return for Loki's pain... You'd chosen Loki... So why did it hurt you to see that Thor wasn't there? He was your friend - - no, it was more than that... But why was it more than that? It shouldn't have been more than that... Loki gently squeezed your arm.

"If he wanted to be here, he would be..." Loki said. That was it. Thor had had enough. Just like you, he reached his breaking point. You couldn't blame him for that... Loki gently patted your back.

*Loki's POV*

It hurt him to see her like this... He could see she was in pain; hurt by the fact the Thor had chosen not to show up. But in the back of his mind, he was happy... His warning to Thor about his interference in their relationship had worked... The older brother chose to stay away... But it broke (Name)'s heart at the same time. Her pain almost ensured that her feelings for Thor wouldn't get in the way. Her doubt for Loki because of Thor's presence wouldn't kill either of them during the ceremony. Her health was all that mattered at the time. Getting her well. Thor would more than likely make up for this little incident, (Name) would get over it, and they would settle back into their triangle... He didn't like the prospect of that... but he would put up with anything, even Thor, to ensure her life and wellbeing.

"Let's go..." (Name) said softly. Damn it... She sounded sad... Maybe he could just- His eyes locked with hers for a moment, sadness in her glowing orbs. Loki sighed and wrapped an arm around her.

"Do you want me to send for him?"

"No..." Loki's brows furrowed slightly,

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be selfish... I don't want to force him to stay by my side just in case it doesn't work out with you..." The sudden prospect of (Name) walking out of his life scared him. Had she'd been considering it? For how long? "I want him to be happy... and that is something I can't offer him..." He heard her speak, but he was still engulfed in his own worries. She wanted to move on. How could he keep her with him? What would he do if the ceremony worked, but she still chose to move on? He couldn't just kill himself, because that would kill her. How-, "Loki." She said sternly.

"Hmm?" he asked, still partially thinking of something else.

"Would you like to know why I can't offer him the happiness he wants?" she asked. His brows furrowed before opened his mouth, but she continued. "Because of you and your stupid head." She said. He couldn't tell if she was angry or just irritable. Either way he chose to keep his mouth shut, though that didn't stop the smirk on his lips. She huffed, surprisingly cutely, and crossed her arms. "Because I want to be happy with you. Because I want you to make me happy." Loki smiled and wrapped his other arm around her.

"I wish for the same thing." He said, kissing the top of her head as all of his worries slowly drifted away.

"Then let's go." She said again, happier than she did the first time.

*Your POV*

Your little talk with Loki made you feel a little more secure with your decision. You leaned up and pecked his cheek as he looped your arm with his. The two of you then began your trek through the hall to Odin.

The ceiling of the hall was high, supported by pillars so wide that you wouldn't be able to wrap your arms even halfway around one. The walls were golden-white, illuminated greatly by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left side of the hall, allowing the mid-day sun and shine from the blue water to filter through the lace-like curtains. It was tranquil... peaceful... Loki led you down the aisle marked out by a long rug, the colour of blue ice, contrasting the steely white marble floor and the various colours of candles scattered around the room and hanging from the walls, ranging in shades of white, silver, black and red. You tightened your hold on Loki slightly, the weight of everything suddenly coming to rest on you again. Nerves, anxiety, fear... it all swelled in your stomach. One of two things awaited you at the end of this aisle. Death, or life... You hoped to any God that would listen that it was the latter.