Always and Forever | Loki Laufeyson

Kapittel (39) Trettini ~ Chaos In The Form Of A Wedding

"Brother! Sister! I came as soon as I got word!" Thor exclaimed as he stomped thew the dining hall, walking up to where Loki and I sat at the head of the table with Odin and Frigga.

"Sister Alex, I am so glad you shall officially be taking your place by my brother's side! And with a little one on the way, too! I'm so happy for the both of you." He beamed, practically pulling me up from my chair and engulfing me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Be careful, you oaf!" Loki growled, quickly moving beside me and stabbing his brother, pulling me from his grasp.

"Loki we were fine." I rolled my eyes. "He was just excited."

We all watched, amused, as Loki grumbled under his breath, his now-glowing hand moving to my stomach, where the tiniest bump could just barely be seen if you actually looked.

"They're alright. You're lucky I don't skin you, brother." Loki glared at Thor, making us chuckle.

"Of course, brother. Now, what are your plans for this wedding of yours? Have you thought of what you shall do for vows, since you've already spoken the ceremonial vows to the gods?"

"Um, we haven't really... thought about it, yet," I admitted, moving to sit back in my seat, Thor and Loki following suit. "But, we're starting tomorrow, right, Loki?"

"Of course, darling." The god nervously gulped.

"Do not worry, children. I shall help in any way I can." Frigga smiled, making Loki let out a relieved breath.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Of course, Loki. I helped with the first wedding, it would be an honor to help with your second."

"So, Father, how has Asgard been since my leave?"

The King and Queen shared a look with Loki and I.

We never told him about the swap.

~~

I'm going to be honest. I hated planning my first wedding, but I hate planning this second one even more.

There are more people to invite, a bigger and fancier dress to worry about, I have decorations I need to worry about, unlike last time, and there's a bigger amount of stress.

I've been so grateful to Frigga, Sif, and even Thor for helping in any way they could.

"Ow! Not so tight, there's a baby in me!"

Okay, well, they couldn't help with everything.

"I'm sorry, Princess." The older seamstress, Tora, cringed as she loosened the corset of the dress.

"You must relax, dear. Your child shall be fine no matter how tight the corset becomes." Frigga said as she browsed threw different dress fabrics.

"Fells like she's trying to squish it," I grumbled, incredibly uncomfortable in the garment.

"Nonsense, dear. Now, you have to think of what you want to do with your dress! Do you want it like your first one? I still have it, you know."

"Um, I think I wanna do something a little... fancier? You know, since the entire kingdom is invited instead of just a few friends and family." I shrugged.

"Sounds reasonable. Now, come look at these sketches! Maybe one will catch your eye."

"Alright." I sighed, pulling up the plane dress I was put in so Tora could get an idea of my measurements.

I walked up to where Figga stood, looking over different designs. My eyes scanned over each and every one of them, none truly catching my eye, until I saw one.