REMEMBER ME (Loki x Alina x Fandral)

First Dance

"I think it's about the time." As Fandral lead her to dance floor. She didn't expect to see many people, but when they entered, there were a bunch of pairs. The music was begun to play. It was their first dance as married couple. Everyone gave the married couple first chance to dance. Dozens of eyes were staring at them. Fandral took her hand and put a hand on her hip. She blushed slightly. Alina slowly put her free hand on Fandral's shoulder. Fandral grinned softly.

"Darling, you look devine! If I were to present your picture in heaven, so many angels will hide their face in shame." She chuckled at his compliment. "Fandral, you have a real way with words." She looked at him. "Thank you, and you as Dashing as always." Fandral charmingly grinned at her.

Several pairs of lover followed and dance along with the married couple. "So, tell me what do men really do at bachelor night?" Fandral paused. "We drank, we talked, we joked, they were few my father's business relatives, warriors." "Are there naked women at a bachelor party?" She curious. He chuckled. "How do you define Naked and define women?" he asked, smirked. Alina looked like thinking out loud as she frowned. "Nevermind, the answer is NO. I am so in love and so completely over other women that I don't want them anywhere near the party, besides my father won't allow it." He said. She sighed relief. "But, somehow some of father's friends brought their mate in." Then Alina began to speak "So, just to take an overview, we have a room full of horny men, one of whom is about to commit to having sex with only one woman for the rest of his life. We have already established that there will be alcohol and there will quite possibly be women in curious stages of undress present. Do you think there will be sex?"

"Oh honey you just so curious?" as Fandral pinched her nose. She giggled. "First off, there's the groom, who is presumably the one who should be having sex, since it's the carnal equivalent of a last meal before going on a diet. Still, most grooms are more loyal than that, and despite the best urging of their friends, they won't do anything that might destroy their marriage."

He began to speak again "If there is the woman or women. Even the most hardcore prostitute is going to think twice about turning tricks in a party with a half dozen or more drunk and horny men—things could get out of hand very quickly and end badly for her, you know."

"So, there were no sex at all?" She asked. Fandral shook his head. "Nope."

"The party is really about a man celebrating his last night to truly be 'one of the guys' with his buddies." He said as he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "And I do feel horny now, love." Fandral whispered in her ear. Sending shiver to her spine. "You looked ravishing, love. I can't wait to get back to our room and rip that dress off your body." Fandral kissed softly along her neck. She moaned slightly. A flush of heat spreads throughout her body. "Fandral...uh...we can do this here." She said between moan. "Soon. After this, what's the next?" she asked. "Our cake." Fandral groaned, he began to start feeling regret why he had arranged such a long ceremony. "Be patience." She calmed him. "I'm sorry. How about your feet? You shouldn't stand too long on that heels shoes." Alina glanced at her feet. "I know, they looked uncomfortable. I think I could still bear up. Only for today, it's our day." She said.

"I will carry you." Fandral. Soon as the music finished, his arm swoops behind her knees, lifting her as though her weigh nothing. His other arm around her shoulder, cradling her against his chest. She hide her blush by burying her face in his shoulder. Everyone gave them applause and some of them let out whistling. Fandral carried her, he held his head high, Dashing, pride swallows him whole.