Valkyrie remembers one wedding in her life. When she was very young, and her sisters still alive, an Asgardian noble married one of the leaders of the Valkyrie. She still remembers how beautiful the bride looked, and how happy they both were and all of her-
She is snapped out of her thoughts by a knock at the door. Valkyrie smooths down her gown, smiling at how much it contrasts to the lacey white one in her memories. It is made out of jewels, all the tiny green gems beaming in the bright morning light. The off the shoulder bodice leaves her shoulders bare and the sleeves come down to her mid-forearm. It's hard to move in, she notices, as it is skin tight until about her knee and then flows out into a long train. It's ridiculously opulent, usually not Valkyrie's style, but she has no doubt the way it clings to her will be appreciated by her soon-to-be-husband. Valkyrie turned the door handle.
'Val!' a group of female voices exclaimed, accompanied by a joyful 'I am Groot!'.
They all filed into the room, all wearing beautiful Midgardian dresses, which Valkyrie was sure Pepper organised in some way.
Sharon immediately hugged her friend and gasped.
'You look gorgeous Val' her maid of honour concluded with a smile.
'You don't look too bad either blondie' Valkyrie sassed in reply.
'Hey just remember you two aren't the ones getting married' Sif reminded with a smirk.
The occupants of the room laughed. Everyone knew how close the Shield agent and the warrior had become, brought together but not-so-ideal circumstances, but after the defeat of Thanos, they had become best friends. Sharon had been the driving force of encouragement in Val and Loki's relationship, along with Thor, of course.
Another knock at the door came. Although this time, the knocker in question gave himself away by making some very loud remarks.
'Ooooh goody, it's our favourite genius, billionaire playboy' Natasha groaned while pouring herself a drink from the large selection Val had in her room.
'You forgot philanthropist!' called out an already mildly intoxicated Tony Stark, letting himself into the bridal suite.
'I have a bone to pick with you Stark' Valkyrie began.
The wedding was originally meant to be a very small affair with her, Loki, Sif and Thor with Heimdall to marry them. But somehow Stark had found out, and couldn't keep anything to himself, hence the reason why the entirety of the Avengers and the Guardians of the galaxy were now attending Loki and Valkyrie's wedding.
'As much as I would like to hear you reprimand me, oh glorious princess-to-be' Tony raised his eyebrows suggestively while Val rolled her eyes, 'The groom desperately needs all the help he can get, you're makin old reindeer kinda nervous' and with that Tony kissed pepper on the cheek, picked up and entire bottle of who-knows-what, and strode out of the room.
'I wonder what they boys are getting up to' Laura Barton wondered out loud, while helping Cassie and Lila into their flowergirl dresses- at least that decision had been made by Valkyrie.
'Yeah, so do I' mumbled Wanda, wandering over and standing next to Val, giving her arm a squeeze.
Val knew that they were probably all getting along fine, due to her fiancé's cool nature. Loki probably wasn't even fretting like she was despite what Stark has said earlier.
Valkyrie's prediction had, surprisingly, been wrong.
Loki was an actual mess, and he wasn't being helped at all by his currently lovesick brother/best man.
'Sif will probably look the best out of all the women tonight' Thor declared, his eyes glittering with affection.
'NOT HELPING THOR!' Loki complained while pacing across the room in his full armour tugging at the collar of his shirt. He, unlike Val actually enjoyed dressing up, but in his extremely nervous state, he just wanted it all to be over with.
'Imagine if we put banana peels on the aisle, and then sang the song!' wheezed Stephen Strange with laughter. He and the other men in the room were not intoxicated, like Tony who had just retuned from his visit to the girls, but were so bored they laughed at basically anything someone said. Bucky, Sam, Clint and Scott couldn't help themselves and broke into song while Steve looked on in annoyance.
'HERE COMES THE BRIDE, ALL DRESSED IN WHITE, SLIPPED ON A BANANA PEEL AND WENT FOR A RIDE, WHERE-'
The four of them were interrupted by a knock on the door. Korg, the giant rock monster, poked his head around the door.
'Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know, I think it's time for you to get ready, you're not getting cold feet right princey?' Korg asked with total seriousness.
Loki hesitated.
'No, no, no, of course I'm not' he stuttered, putting on his horned helmet and adjusting his cape 'I'm ready'.
None of the men really knew how the silver-tongued god had turned into a nervous wreck on his wedding day. Truth was, Loki was actually in disbelief at what his life had come to be. The traitor prince, false son of Odin, now was marrying what he believed to be the most perfect woman alive. Valkyrie was strong, fierce, but also soft at times, and Loki truly loved her.
Thor noticed that his brother had become quiet, and for the first time that morning, snapped out of his Sif-filled fantasies and patted his brother on the shoulder. Loki glanced at him and smiled gratefully. The rest of the men sat in their seats and the Prince and the King took their places right in front of the throne, alongside Heimdall.
The girl's came as quietly as they could into the large hall, as well as many other invited guests that Loki knew most of. Now all that was missing was his bride.
While Thor was winking and making eyes at Sif, Loki caught a glimpse of Sharon organising Lila and Cassie in their places, ready for the processional. Loki would never admit it, but he was in awe of the two little girls and hoped that one day he'd have children like them.
And just like that, a loud fanfare of music began, and Loki took a deep breath. Pepper took out a box of tissues for her and Maria Hill to share, Shuri quickly did her snapchat streaks of a zoomed in picture of Thor's bicep and Tony mouthed a final, 'You got this reindeer'.
And there, about 20 meters away from him, stood his bride.