Thor stood outside of the ceremonial hall waiting patiently…well, he was meant to be waiting patiently, in actual fact he was pacing up and down nervously. It was a good thing that all of the citizens were inside as it would not be seen as 'proper' for the golden Prince of Asguard, the soon to be King of Asguard in fact, to be looking anything other than happy that this day had finally come. But Thor was scared; what if he did it wrong? What if he ruined the ceremony? What if he was a terrible king? His stomach started to churn and his head started to spin. "You need to calm down" He told himself, "They can't open the doors and find you a shivering wreck. Just calm down." He searched for anything in his mind to calm himself and suddenly his head was clear, he wasn't afraid or scared or nervous, he was with Loki. He remembered the night before when Loki had crawled into his chambers in the middle of the night. Those hot kisses against his throat, the feel of Loki's satin skin against Thor's, those beautiful sounds Loki made as his brother filled him, the feel of Loki's tight heat surrounding Thor. He thought of Loki, waiting inside, playing the role of dutiful brother, hiding his true feelings to act in a way that society decreed they must both act. Thor put on a huge smile as the doors in front of him opened, gaining strength from thought of his love, Loki, waiting inside the hall. They both had roles to play, and they played their roles well.