For the Love of Loki

Fin

The months past and the wedding was finally arriving. Frigga was helping Annabeth get ready, doing her hair and makeup very elegantly and slipping on the dress she chose only a month ago, finding it fit better now as she had gained weight. She picked up her wrapped bouquet, wiped a shed tear from her eye, took a breath, and began to walk on the journey to the man she would spend forever with. It was a small wedding. Not large. Very quaint. As she took her first step to the rest of her life, she was fully happy for once. She was complete, not in pain any longer. She was free.
Second step.
Seeing those she called family in the pews, realizing she had so much.
Third step.
She saw Loki, grinning like he was seeing heaven for the first time, and she smiled shyly at him, trying not to allow the happiness leak from her eyes.
Fourth step.
She looked back on how they met.
The circumstances they were in, and how much they grew in their own ways.
Fifth step.
She remembered the songs she sang that day.
The pain.
The music
The coffee
And Loki.
She remembered her first impression of him. He didn't look well, and he had dark circles under his eyes, and her reaction was to want to help him.
Sixth step.
She remembered him noticing her.
Her pain, her weight loss, her scars.
The first time he saw them.
When she cried.
When she was a mess.
Seventh step.
When she noticed him.
Eighth step.
When he took action.
Ninth.
When he fell in love
Tenth
Their first kiss
Eleventh
The proposal.
Twelfth
The plane kiss.
Thirteenth.
The altar.

She made it to the altar.