A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Freyja

—-Sam—-

I hear the wedding officiant exclaim something odd as Loki and I kiss.

"Excelsior!!"

Obviously we're both too preoccupied with each other to question why or even care that the wedding officiant decided to exclaim a random Latin word. As we break away from the kiss Loki scoops me up bridal style and carries me away from the scene towards the house. I'm changing out of my wedding dress for the reception. Reporters who had been barred from being near the wedding itself by Thor's royal decree were flocked around our home.

I lower myself from Loki's hold and walk beside him looking over the crowd of reporters. I smile the anxiety they cause can't override my happiness. Of course they're shooting us questions most of which we ignore Lo' answers a few of them probably to get them off our backs.

He's sweet with his answers expressing his joy in marrying me. I blush as he continues to boast about me to the reporters saying even Freyja, a Vanir Midgardians dubbed the goddess of beauty, fertility, and sex, could not compete with my beauty.

It's adorable how proud he is of having me for a wife but the pessimist in me doesn't fail to point out my shortcomings in two of those three categories. After tonight I hope the problems I've had with intimacy will be somewhat behind me. I want to take things all the way, but as far as fertility is concerned... that was taken away a long time ago.

It was one of the first things those people did to me. 'Oh god!' 'We've never talked about it...' 'I can't give him a child...' My anxiety rushes over me slightly before I get a grip. 'Sam you haven't even had sex with him yet, today is your wedding day don't worry about children yet' ...We're both probably too fucked up to raise a child anyway.

With all the problems we have... I just don't know if we're the best people to be responsible for another being's life. We'd try our best I'm sure but we're broken and a child deserves better than that. Whatever the case this is a problem for another day.

Loki will still love me even if I'm unable to give him a child though it will pain me if he wants one and I'm unable to do that for him. He won't be angry with me I'm sure, I just hope it doesn't disappoint him. I break from my anxiety and smile again as my husband goes on flattering me I giggle and actually speak up.

"What am I a croissant? Quit buttering me up so much!"

He smiles at me surprised by me speaking in front of the crowd and laughs at the redness in my cheeks.

"But then you wouldn't have such a wonderful shade of pink in your cheeks."

I laugh in slight annoyance at his teasing he enjoys making me feel flustered over his flirting and complements. I grab him by the arm and start leading him away from the reporters towards the house.

"Come on trouble I wanna get changed for the reception."

He smiles charmingly at the reporters before we go.

"It's been lovely but I best do as she says."

I know he hates being in the news but by his smooth demeanor you'd never be able to tell. Neither would you have any clue how anxious the reporters make him feel. I giggle slightly, that suave motherfucker.