A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

The Groom

—-Loki—-

I finally finish getting ready though I had my outfit picked out weeks ago I didn't feel it was quite right and it took me over an hour to make the appropriate alterations. It was somewhat difficult to combine traditional Asgardian wedding garb with contemporary Midgardian wedding garb but I think I've finally found the right balance.

Thor lays on my bed looking extremely bored tossing a bottle cap up in the air and catching it repeatedly. Though I can tell he's bored he hasn't complained or left which means he values being here over finding entertainment. I break the silence.

"I'm ready."

He sits up obviously hiding his look of relief then smiles.

"I like what you've done with your hair."

I had been prepared for him to poke fun at it but his words are genuine. He goes on still taking in the getup eyeing my braided hair and black suit paired with black leather vambraces and greaves.

"It suits you."

The braided hair was something uncommon to both cultures but just felt right to me. I smile then take in for the first time what Thor is wearing he's wearing a suit... a brown colored suit, oh it just won't do. I change his suit without even asking. He looks at the suit as my magic flows through it changing it from the faded brown color to a solid black with a emerald green handkerchief in the pocket rather than the faded light green one he had before. I look him over now satisfied.

"Much better."

"I don't see how."

I shake my head. He never will he lacks the attention to detail, ah well I guess that's my responsibility to make sure the King of Asgard doesn't embarrass us with his fashion sense.

"But you trust I'm correct."

"Of course you always have been about such things."

"Good now let's get going brother."

He smiles in excitement and nods silently before following me out the door.

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I wait nervously by the alter I hope no one can tell. I can hardly believe after everything there's someone who is willing to marry me. I mean Sam's love for me is obvious but sometimes I'm afraid she's only a sweet dream. A sweet dream that I will wake up from and find myself alone again.

I can tell this is reality though if she were a dream she wouldn't have suffered like she did. No, not a hair on her head would be harmed if this were a dream. Finally I watch as the last of our bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way down the 'aisle'.

The gathering focuses their attention to the back and the crowd of people stand. Sam is a sight to behold Freyja has nothing on my bride. She looks nervous as she walks taking in all the people in the room with their attention on her. I don't notice my mouth is agape until I see Sam's expression mirroring my own. She joins me at the altar looking less in a stupor from seeing me yet still looking nervous.

I shoot her a smile and her expression relaxes though she still seems quite intimidated by the crowd. The man marrying us begins to drone on all I can think about is how much I love the woman standing in front of me. Finally I'm broken from my spell as the wedding officiant hands me Sam's wedding ring to give to her.

I take it and look back at my bride to see her features once again taken over with worry as she glances at the crowd of witnesses. I catch her gaze and smile to reassure her it seems to work as she relaxes again. I hold out my hand so I may place her ring on her finger and she smiles before placing her hand in mine. I slip the ring onto her finger and she does the same to me. The officiant then asks the question that will seal our bond.

"Do you Loki Odinson take Samantha Logansdöttir to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

The Midgardian oath is one a me of the past may have been afraid to make but now I find myself with no reluctance to promise the rest of my life to this mortal woman. I look at my love unable to contain my smile. The officiant asks Sam the same question and her voice is surprisingly loud as she answers showing no hesitation or nervousness.

"I do."

The officiant pronounces us husband and wife but I have one goal in mind as he begins his next sentence. He hasn't even uttered the final word as my lips lock with my wife's.

"You may kiss the bride."