Tat, tat, tat. Loki Squinted as the light fazed through the windows, the sound, stemming from the curtain, or behind it rather. He wiped sleep from his eyes as he dismissed the sounds to his imagination. Tat, tat, tat. The sound rung again, as Loki slipped out of bed and stumbled, curious and slightly drunken to the window, releasing the sling of the curtains, and peeping through them. Tat, tat, tat. Loki frowned at the raven, staring at him, inquisitive, it squawked eerily, withdrawing the God of Mischief, clasping his ears. It's owner called him; "Hugin", roared Odin, coaxing his crow onto his shoulder. Bloody feathered beasts, Loki thought, returning to his bed.
Knock, knock. "Loki... Loki! Are you awake? Does thy wish to join me for breakfast?", rang Sigyn's slender voice. If it had been anyone else, especially Thor, Loki would have retaliated with an array of sarcastic responses, but he was glad to spend time with his wife -to-be if anyone. "I will be but a second my love", Loki grinned to himself, even after they had been together for a year it never failed to amaze him how much he cared for her. So this is love. Verily, it has me sickened in its glorious burden, he thought whist putting on a tunic.
They walked to the hall together, hand in hand and sat by the warriors three, Sif and Thor, who were opposite each other. "How fare thee? Last night was quite the festival, was it not?", inquired Loki, scanning his friends as they grumbled, picking at their food. Even Volstagg had not finished his first serving. "I am not surprised, you were drunk out of your wits last night", Sigyn claimed as she sat down.
A smile broke out over Loki's face when Nanna and Balder entered, "Brother, surely you have not submitted to the drinks". Balder looked curiously at Loki, "Mother and father would not allow me to drink any of-", Balder stopped as he looked over the table and broke into fits of laughter as Thor turned to look at his brothers before standing, "Come friends, let us spar!", he declared as Sif, Hogun and Fandral followed him.
Loki sat beside Sigyn and laid his hand over hers and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Our wedding nears my love". Balder and Nanna sat across from them, "Isn't it great that they marry?", whispered Balder into Nanna's ear. She smiled. Volstagg had left some moments earlier to get another serving of food, evidently somewhat recovering.
Thor led the three friends outside. Fandral spotted a blonde Elven maiden standing by the training arena, "Come friend Hogun, maybe she has a friend", without waiting for a reply he had pulled Hogun with him and initiated a conversation.
The Thunder God took Sif by the hand, "Let us rid into Auram Wood, it is beautiful this time of year. We used to swim in the lake", Thor began to walk with Sif in tow. "Be back before dusk, son, your father and I wish to speak to you", his mother, the Queen Frigga appeared in an archway. Thor turned before quickly replying, "Yes, mother", the pair began to run. Sif giggled, "Thor", she laughed, "Yes Lady Sif?", he returned. She didn't continue, how could she tell him what she felt? "I forget what I was going to say", she continued, forcing a smile.
The pair mounted their horses and travelled down the gravelled paths, through the beating midday sun to Auram Wood. The ride was short, it only lasted half an hour and they got off their horses, allowing them to graze before walking down to the river. Laughter suddenly filled the air, Sif smiled, she could recognise her closest friend's giggles anywhere and followed the sounds. They grew louder as the pair reached an opening, there sat Loki and Sigyn, "Enjoying the sun brother?", cried Thor. Loki looked up and smiled, "Simply a late breakfast brother, I could not eat at the Palace!", he noticed Sif, widening his smile, "I was unaware you and lady Sif we so... so romantically involved, Thor". Sif's cheeks blushed and Thor broke into laughter, "Your perception fails you brother, this is merely a friendly outing" replied Thor. "Then why is she blushing?", he nodded towards Sif. Sigyn elbowed Loki, "Ow!" he grimaced, "Don't be so!". Sif's anger towards Loki had just been rekindled as she walked with Thor to the pair. She had not forgot how Loki had cut her hair.
Several hours had passed of sitting on the cloth, joking and laughter had been exchanged, "A swim?", offered Thor. Sif smiled before challenging him to race to the river. She was off, sprinting to the water, Thor chased after her, thundering with laughing, "Sif, it's pointless, you won't beat me", he grinned as he passed her and dove into the river from a ledge. He heard a shriek, but no laughter followed and he turned to see Sif flying through the air, before hitting the water. Her leg was bleeding. It must have been caught in the tree roots above and controted gotesquely. "Loki!", shouted Thor, his deep voiced echoing as he picked her up and carried her to the shore. "My leg, she groaned", as her eyes fluttered closed, Sigyn arrived first, "I can't fix that" she said, looking in horror at the contorted knee, twisted to the side of her leg, swelling into a deep blue. Neither could Loki, "It needs to be surgically placed back into position. How did this happen?", he asked. Thor didn't answer, he summoned Mjolnir and swiped it through the air, lashing into space itself, a portal appeared before them to the Palace. "Take the horses back", he ordered before stepping through the portal.
It disappeared as Sigyn turned to Loki, her eyes filled with tears, she was crying and buried her head in his shoulder, Sif was Sigyn's best friend. Loki hushed her and placed a comforting hand on her back before leading her to the horses to take them back to Asgard.
Thor burst into the healers room placing her on a bed, skreiking for some medical assistance as they crowded round her and ushered him out of the room, his father, Odin stood outside the door, tears brewed in his eyes, but he held them back. "Come my son, Sif will recover, there is much we must discuss."
Frigga entered Blader's room and smiled faintly, Nanna and Balder turned away from their game of chess to look, giving their full attention to the Queen. She sighed grimly, "Lady Sif took a fall and has injured her leg badly, her knee has been shifted out of place and she is currently unconscious." Nanna looked at the Queen horrified, "Does her mother know?" asked Balder, pulling Nanna into a hug. "She knows, yes, but does not see Sif as her child anymore, neither does her father, as you know", Frigga was in utter dismay and shook her head. Balder grimaced at their narcissism, "And what of Heimdall?", "He sees all, but we have sent guards to tell him", quickly replied the Queen. "No", Balder said, "We will tell him", he claimed gesturing towards Nanna who nodded with tears streaking down her face.
They approached the Bifrost, Heimdall stood still, "Heimdall, our greatest apologies, Sif has injured herself in the woods-", the seer raised his hand, "Your Highness, I am aware, Sif will recover, I thank you for your kindness. Do you not need to prepare for Loki's wedding to Sigyn, I believe they are to wed in a week if I am not wrong." Balder smiled slightly, reminded of their betrothal, "Indeed", he replied before taking Nanna's hand and walking back to mount their horses.
Meanwhile, Thor entered the crown hall. Odin dismissed his guards, "There is much preparation for Loki's wedding my son.", Thor walked into the middle of the room, "Yes father but-", "I am not finished, son. I grow weak in my age, Asgard needs a strong King, to lead and rule them, your time will come soon...Find Balder, he is to attend to the processions, is Nanna not in charge of the servants?". Thor looked up, "Indeed they are father", he forced a smiled at the thought of becoming king, he had always wanted it, but worried for Sif.
The following week passed quickly, Sif eventually recovered, her healing was fast as she was a Goddess, Thor had spent much of his time being taught by his father the ways of a King, advised and the handling of many situations.
The wedding had finally arrived and the essence of celebration flooded the halls of Odin as servants swarmed through corridors, their chatter droning out the vast chirps of the Asgardian birds. Asgard yearned for a marriage, many had thought it would be Thor to marry first, it was not. The realm eternal had all wanted to be in the city, and those in the city begged for a place at the wedding.
Nanna woke up in Balder's arms, fully clothed, they had remained chaste, but we nevertheless intimate. She groaned as light flushed the room and the shouting of joy filled their ears. Balder held a pillow over his head in attempt to block out the noise, but couldn't help smiling as he came to the evident realisation, "Loki's getting married to YOUR sister!", he laughed kissing Nanna, lovingly on the neck.
Knock, Knock. They looked at each other and started giggling. "For heaven's sake Balder, can you and Nanna please hurry up! The wedding is in 4 hours". Nobility had come from all over the nine realms to witness the royal wedding.
"Bloody hell!", exclaimed Balder, unable to keep his thoughts back, "Loki never lacked flamboyance, has he?", he scanned the room, florists, servants and decorators filled the great hall. "I know what you mean", interjected Nanna, "At least it's a one off!". Balder looked at her, "Umm, When thor gets married it will be even bigger! He is soon to be King of Asgard, according to mother". A look of bewilderment flushed Nanna's face, "Please... No!", Balder smirked, her flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes only looked sexier when she was angry.
Meanwhile, Thor and Loki were having their final fittings taken by the tailors, they were unable to stop laughing at how ridiculous the other looked, sending them back to childhood with brotherly insults and light-hearted comments. Odin stepped in as the tailor bowed, "At ease", the king commanded. "How doth the trickster fare?", he said with a slight tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Both sons stopped as they rarely heard their father joke, Loki cleared his throat, attempting to hold back laughter, "I fare well father". Thor thought of Sif, how he was the only sibling without a relationship, or someone to hold onto. It was Loki's day and it was not the time to think selfishly and another wave of laughter flooded the room, the tailor trying to thread the clothes without accidentally stabbing the princes.
Sigyn's dress was a pure white, and trailed long behind her, about 10 feet. She smiled in the mirror as Sif stood next to her in a sleeveless, also white dress that hugged her curved figure and stopped just above her ankles. The pair both wore white heels, Sif hated them, but had agreed for Sigyn's sake, she much preferred boots, or for the occasion, pumps.
Odin and Frigga had both been dressed in their Royal gowns, the warriors three in their armour and Balder decided to dress in his best tunic. Nanna had decided on wearing the same as Sif after hours of preparation she finished with but a few minutes to spare before the ceremony.
The Asgardian Royalty began to march down the aisle, Loki and Sigyn led the procession as crowds hoarded around them, cheering and clapping. Odin walked closely behind, his arm interlocked with Frigga's, whilst Freya walked next to them. Thor and Sif followed, he tossed his hammer, and wore his armour. "Did you really have to dress like that? AND bring Mjolnir?", Sif hissed. Thor, apparently bemused laughed at her comment, "They love it!", he cracked a little lightning and sparks flew, "Besides, they never finished my gown for the wedding. We were moving too much!", Sif glared at him. "Childish as ever I see.", she claimed as Sif tightened her grip around his arm. She closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder. Thor smiled at her, "How fares your leg?", Sif was glad of his concern, "It is healed mostly, thank-you".
Balder and Nanna hurried down the isle to catch up with the rest of the procession, slightly flustered, they waved to the crowd.
The hall was decorated in shades of red, gold and white, Asgard's most recognised Royal colours
Odin, verified their unity, bonding them through life and in death, not allowing them the divorce unless condemned necessary by the Odin Force. The vows followed, both claiming their undying love towards the other, that riled the audience into a series of cheers.
Loki had promised his sword and his life towards protecting her, whilst Sigyn had devoted her children, wealth and love towards him alone.
Three hours of speeches by kings and nobles continued to echo the great hall.
Feasts followed throughout the rest of the day. The Royals had secluded themselves and sat around a table accompanied by their closest friends. Loki and Sigyn had left early, everyone knew, silently what they had gone to do, except Balder, he was naive at times.
Furthermore, Nanna had drunk too much wine, it had made her green in the face. She furried out of the room, whilst Balder followed, promising to come back, but had probably fallen asleep.
Thor sat my Sif, unaware that he clasped her hand and that his other arm was wrapped around her shoulder with her head on his chest. Nothing was said, but Frigga gave a knowing look towards her husband who smiled that the pair and by midnight had excused himself, along with his wife. Thor sat there with Sif, for several hours, until they had fallen asleep, her head resting in his lap.
How do I tell Thor that I love him? His behaviour has much confounded me, I do not understand his alternating personality, we are constantly on and off to him.
Festivities stretched over the next few days as the realm rejoiced the newly wed couple. Thor's chambers were not far from Loki's, he could hear the giggling and rhythmic thuds throughout the night. Her moaning and his grunts left him feeling more alone then what he had felt before.
One night, 3 days after the wedding, whilst celebrations continued, Thor sat with the warriors three at a table staged above the others. Once finished eating several boar and rabbit they got up to begin the night. Fandral told stories of his encounters with raging beasts set on killing him. He had slain then of course with the help of his company, yet they weren't present in these stories. In these stories he had saved them. Women crowded around him in awe of his excellence and skill.
Thor stood to leave but was swarmed by maidens, "I hear thee is in search of a maiden to share the mantle of Asgardian ruler with you". He laughed slightly, "The thought has not crossed my mind. My father currently rules supreme, and my brother is recently married."
Hogun had drunk excessively, though he was not smiling, his intoxicated state was seemingly enjoying himself dancing, alone. However, Volstagg was more interested in none other than his fifth pig, his hunger was endless, there was not enough animals on Asgard to suffice his need of food.
Fandral had singled out his maiden for the night and was exiting the main hall to take her to his chambers when Sif walked in, her lack of flamboyance, yet elegant form stunned all men in the room. Thor's icy blue eyes had met hers, distracting him from the clawing woman around him. Fandral leaned in towards Hogan and whispered "What the fucking Valhala is going on? Is it wrong that my visual arousing is giving me a hard old-". Hogun shot him daggers from his eyes "Fandral, I have no care for the state of thy phallus". Fandral took this as his cue to leave, "This way my lady" and his took the fair maiden by the hand to his quarters.
Sif smiled at Thor who's returning smile was covered by the blocking of a commoner who stood before her. "Lady Sif, may I have your hand in dance", she looked past him to Thor who was distraught at this intervention and was wading through the crowd towards them. Sif giggled and gently reject his offer. "It's rude not to oblige... My lady" the man said. Thor's eyes squinted as he closed on them and leant into the him, "It would be wise to leave the woman alone". The man twisted around, "Do you know who I am? The King's guard". He pushed Thor, it made no effect as Thor's eyes filled with anger. "Thor don't" Sif said, the room went silent and turned towards the two men. The man's eyes went into fright at the mention of this name as Thor removed his hood and summoned his hammer, sparks of electricity flying off of it.
"I don't have time for commoners with an attitude such as yours, filth", he dropped his hammer and turned to walk away. He hadn't meant to disrespect the man so, but his feelings for Sif were amplified at the thought of another man being with her.
He knew she would be angry claiming that she could protect herself, that she wasn't a damsel in distress and that she didn't need his help, but Thor wanted to help. He wanted her to know he loved her.
Thor entered his chambers throwing his hammer out the window, it returned to him and he pushed it under his bed, he was infuriated as he could not express his feelings, he didn't know how. He collapsed on his bed, and drifted off, only to be woken frequently by the rhythmic thumping of Loki and Sigyn, he would hopefully get better sleep when they had ceased their excessive noise.