Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 3

Y/n walked with Loki in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like an eternity. Finally, they walked into the banquet hall. They were met with a chorus of congratulations and well wishes as they made their way to the table and sat on one side of Odin with Frigga and Thor on the other side. Odin raised his glass and made a toast to the "happy couple". This toast was received with loud cheers, which, to Y/n, seemed to be more for the fact the wedding was over than for the fact it had happened, or perhaps it was because the food was being served.

Y/n glanced over at her new husband, the gravity of what had just taken place was starting to hit her with the weight of a bilgesnipe. He must've felt her eyes on him because he turned to her with an expression that screamed "what?!". She felt a small lump in her throat as she quietly said, "Perhaps we ought to have some kind of conversation. Don't you think?" "Later." Was his blunt reply. "I may be a frost giant, but there's no need to be so cold." Y/n thought to herself.

Y/n picked at her food while she watched the Asgardians laugh and drink and she thought they looked very much savage as they ripped apart their food like animals. "They do seem to enjoy themselves though." She thought. Odin suddenly stood up, walked over to Loki and whispered something in his ear. Loki rolled his eye slightly but nodded in agreement. Odin then commanded to band to start playing.

Almost everyone started dancing. Loki stood up and offered Y/n his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked. Y/n stood and accepted his hand but gave him a nervous look as she told him "I'm embarrassed to say, I don't know how." "Your father never taught you?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow. "My father taught me nothing other than how to hate someone with all my heart." Y/n said under her breath. "Well, it appears we may have something in common after all." Loki said with a slight smirk as he led her to the dance floor.

To say Y/n was graceful would have been a lie. She struggled quite a bit to get used to all of the steps in the dance Loki led her in. Y/n could've handled the embarrassment better if her husband did not seem to take delight in her frustration. In fact, every time she got used to dancing one way, he would switch it up in one way or another. "God of mischief indeed." She thought. Despite her frustration she had to admit to herself that she was having fun.

After another hour or two of dancing and drinking Odin motioned for the guests to leave and for the hall to be cleaned up. It was not very late in the evening but Y/n was very much tired and ready to lie down, except she had no idea where her room was. Frigga must've read her mind because she greeted y/n with a kind smile and offered to walk her to her room. Y/n gladly accepted her offer and the two of them walked out of the banquet hall and down the halls of the palace.

"How are you feeling dear?' asked Frigga 'this must all be happening very suddenly for you." "It is. If I'm being honest, I didn't really think much of it until now. But now it's all so... real." "From what I hear though, it is a welcome change." "Yes. It may be strange but I found the option of marrying a stranger much more enticing than staying in Jotunheim." "If I may ask..." Frigga started but then seemed to decide against asking the question. "Why don't I look like a monster?" Y/n finished for her. "That's definitely not how I would word it." "It's fine. I know my roots are not attached to the prettiest flowers. My mother was Vanir. So, I look a bit better than the average frost giant."

They stopped in front of a green door with a golden trim. "Is everything he owns these colors?" Y/n thought. Frigga knocked on the door but there was no answer. "I wonder where he could be." Said Frigga, although Y/n was a bit relieved she might have a moment to herself. Frigga opened the door and to no one's surprise it was a very fine room decorated with gold, green and black. "Guess that answers my question." Y/n thought. Frigga pointed to an armoire next to the large closet. "We've got a couple of clothes in here already for you. You'll have to see the seamstress soon so we can get you a full wardrobe. Sleep well dear." Frigga gave Y/n a hug and closed the door as she left the room.

Y/n opened the armoire and lost her breath at the beautiful clothes inside. She could've cried at the sight, all these nice clothes were hers, and she was to receive more! She looked at every piece of clothing with glee, then she pulled a modest, black, nightgown out and laid it on the bed. She then took off her wedding dress and hung it in the armoire, then she slipped on the nightgown and took a seat on the bed. She went to the washroom connected to the bedroom and washed her makeup off. As she dried her face, she heard someone knock on the door, she hung up the towel she had used to dry and called for the person to come in.

Loki entered and closed the door behind him. "Do you always knock on your own door?" Y/n chuckled, trying to relieve a bit of the awkward tension she felt. "If you wish I could just enter without giving you a chance to get decent." Loki said as he started to undress. Y/n felt her cheeks turn pink and she turned away. After a moment Loki said, "You can turn around now." Y/n turned around to find him a simple set of green pajamas. "Care for that conversation I promised you?" He asked as he sat next to her. "After all, I suppose I ought to get to know my wife." His face was expressionless, but his voice was as smooth as silk, and Y/n saw clearly why he was called silver-tongue. "I'd like that." She answered. "What do you want to know?" "What makes you so pretty?" Loki asked that with a devilish grin that made Y/n turn pink again. "Well I've never used that word to describe myself, but, uh, the reason I don't look like other... women of my race, is because my mother was Vanir." "A Vanir woman, married a Frost giant?" Loki seemed intrigued. "No. Not exactly... Not at all..." Y/n's voice trailed off and she felt some tears come to her eyes. It hurt her to think of her mother and the horrible fate she'd met. "Don't talk about it if you can't." Said Loki putting a hand on her shoulder. "You've had a long day. You ought to rest." They both climbed under the covers, facing away from each other to try to make it less awkward. Y/n was a taken a bit off guard by the sudden warmness of his demeaner. He was definitely not going to make it easy for her to figure him out, but she was determined to do it anyways. After all, they were married now. "Goodnight." Y/n said softly. "Goodnight." Loki answered so quietly that she just barely heard him.