"Tony Stark has done a lot of stupid things in his life, but I think this has to be the worst."

"Honestly is anyone really that surprised? With Tony Stark's track record something like this was bound to happen."

"Ladies, I think we can all agree, as most of the world does, who he is marrying...it's a slap in a face. But what about what the opinions of other superheroes of the world? Tony Stark's friends and colleagues. Many of them have remained particularly quiet when asked about this relationship."

"Well, the guest list, is just one of the many hushed details of tonight's big event. So it would be impossible to tell who did or didn't get the invite or who rejected going as a protest to this union."

"Then again, no one can even get close to the Capitale to be able to see who will be in attendance. The roads are completely shut down, up to four blocks each way. And I have even heard that devices were installed around the area that prevent the use of any and all electronics."

"Tony, why are you watching The View?" Bruce asked grabbing the tv remote and turning it off before the chatty women could say something that would push his friend over the edge. Today was not a day to be lax around Tony. Everyone had their part to play. And Bruce, as the co-man of honor with Rhodey, felt more pressure than anyone to make sure today went off without any of the usual disasters.

"They're right Bruce. What I'm doing. Marrying Loki. It's crazy. Sure, I know he's not going to smash New York, or any city into pieces anymore. But the rest of the world, still sees the Rudolf the Golden Horned Reindeer that started the first of what became many alien attacks...why does Clint have a video camera?" Tony asked losing his train of thought as Clint circled the couch with a miniature camcorder in his right hand.

"Just ignore me Stark and keep talking." Clint said as he fiddled with the zoom button.

"You love Loki, don't you?" Bruce asked with a sigh as Natasha grabbed Clint by the arm and began pulling him away from the two friends.

"That's not the point here." Tony avoided the question since everyone in the room already knew that answer. Yes, he loves Loki. He has for the past five years. There was no doubt about that. Sure it wasn't an easy road, but he knew that the former god of evil was who he wanted to spend his short mortal life with. But marriage. Maybe the rest of the world was right about that one. "Give me my phone back. I need to call Loki. I'm calling off the wedding." Tony held out his hand and moved his fingers in a give me motion.

Bruce's eyes shot to the ground as he began fumbling around with his hands. "Yah Tony, I don't have it anymore."

"I do." Natasha interjected as she waved the phone in the air. "Bruce is too soft to hold on to your phone. Besides, you and Thor were the ones that spent the last three years saying that Loki was changed. That death and rebirth had made him a shiny new Loki that was for helping Asgardia and Earth. So, you are going through with this wedding Stark; even if I have to walk you down the aisle myself." She smiled dangerously at Tony as she put his cellphone back into her clutch.

Bruce got up from the couch and half-heartedly smiled at Tony. "I'm going to call Thor and see how Loki is doing."

"Yah man." Rhodey said as he entered the living room. He had finished disposing of the booze that was in Stark Tower so Tony couldn't start the party early. Rhodey took the spot that Bruce was just in and sat next to Tony, his arm dangling over the back of the couch. "You need to start getting ready. The wedding is in six hours, and with your usual sense of time, we will get there three hours late unless we get moving now." Rhodey looked at his watch seeing that it was quarter to noon.

Six hours. They just needed to get Tony through these final six hours. Once he is in the venue. Once he sees Loki in his tuxedo. All the anxiety he has now will vanish and he will go back to being his normal arrogant self. But their attempt to spend a week away from one another before the wedding night; well let's just say everyone thought whosoever idea it was, needed to be shot. Tony became unbearable; watching every daytime talk show and news station that was counting down the days to not only the second superhero wedding between two men, but the first wedding of a hero and former villain. And most of the world, was not exactly filled with joy from the news.

Bruce stepped outside onto the Tower's balcony and pressed the number four on his speed dial for Thor. After a few rings the loud cheery voice of Thor could be heard. "Banner!" Bruce had to hold the phone away from his ear, as Thor talked to him. Despite Thor acclimating well into mortal society, shouting while using a phone was one bad habit that no one with any superpower could break. "How goes the preparations with my soon to be brother."

"I'm calling off the wedding!" Bruce could hear Loki shouting in the background. "Have the beast...I mean Banner...tell Anthony it's off. I'm not going through with it."

"Just as well here are they are over there." Bruce said with a stressed chuckle. This was just another thing that proved how much alike Tony and Loki really were. The paranoia and their wedding day jitters appeared to be getting the best of the usually cool and headstrong geniuses.

"So how are you..." Bruce continued, but found himself losing his train of thought as he realized Clint was standing a few yards away, camera still in hand. "Keeping Loki from using his magic to play run away groom?" Bruce finished as Clint slowly inched closer to him.

"While my brother was sleeping I placed a bracelet on him that renders his magic useless." Thor said with a hearty laugh, but Bruce could just picture Loki staring daggers at his brother. "It is only temporary. The bracelet will come off the moment the wedding starts." The phone became silent for a few minutes and Bruce heard a crash and could tell the phone was dropped. He also heard Loki shout some incoherent words in Old Norse which he could only guess was Loki still trying to use his magic. Over the Old Norse, he heard Thor trying to get his brother to calm down, but it sounded highly ineffective. A few more minutes passed and Loki could no longer be heard. As soon as he heard a crackling noise, he knew the phone was picked up and Thor was back on the line.

"Well, um, we were going to take Tony to the venue now. I was going to have Steve and Bucky pick you guys up. They should make it to Loki's apartment in an hour. Um. Can you hold on for a sec Thor?" Bruce asked as Clint was now only three feet away from him and and still getting closer. "Clint, seriously. What are you doing?" He asked as he covered his phone's speaker with his hand

"It's my wedding gift." Clint said with a smirk. "So act like I'm not even here."

Bruce rolled his eye and went back to his phone call. "Thor, you still there?"

"Where would I have gone?" He asked, as Loki once again started shouting over him. Bruce heard Loki flinging insults like witless oaf and fool, damning the contraption on his wrist. He sounded like a bigger pain than Tony to deal with, and Thor was alone on handling it.

"Nowhere." Bruce said shaking his head. "Just sounds like Loki is being a handful; like Tony right now." Bruce said as Loki got louder in the background once again.

"Anthony is mortal. He will age. Die right before my very eyes. I have been a fool to think this would work. That I could be with him. I'm calling it off Thor." Loki's voice could easily be heard over Bruce's phone to the point where even Clint was hearing it.

Bruce was about to speak up, he could have sworn he heard himself say uh, but Thor quickly spoke up before he could say anything. "You needn't worry. My brother may be saying such things now, but he does want this. He loves Tony and needs him more than he admits."

"Right." Bruce said slowly. "I'll see you in a few hours then." Hanging up his phone, Bruce walked past a still video recording Clint and sighed. Today was going to be a long day, and it was only going to get worse as they got closer to the start of the wedding.

"Let me guess." Natasha said as she saw Bruce rub his head with slumped shoulders. "Wedding day jitters for the future Mr. Tony Stark."

"What do you think?" He asked with a chuckle? "Steve, you and Bucky ready to go pick them up?"

"Remind me again, why we were nominated to pick them up?" Steve asked as he removed his arm from around Bucky and the two stood up.

"If you don't want to go, Nat and I will." Clint interjected, his face still hidden behind the camera.

"We will?" She turned around ready to break the camera in Clint's hands.

"Yah, six hours of filming paranoid Stark is getting boring, I could use some Loki for this." Clint said has he moved the camera so it was now recording himself speaking.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, Clint and I will head out. You guys just make sure Stark doesn't escape during the drive from here to the Capitale."

Clint and Natasha headed for the elevator, but the doors opened before they could press the down button. Sam, already dresses in his suit, stood in the center as the doors opened. As he walked past Clint and Natasha, the biggest grin grew on his face "Keep walking Sam." She said suppressing a smile herself. She knew why he was beaming so, her black backless v neck dress. She didn't enjoy wearing it per say, it was constricting, and if someone did try to attack during the wedding, she wouldn't be able to move as normal. But the looks on the guy's faces when she walked out in it was worth it.

"How's the man of the hour holding up?" Sam asked as he sat down on the couch next to Steve and Bucky.

"Considering who he's marrying. Better than I expected." Steve mumble the first part so quietly only Bucky could hear.

"Come on Steve." Bucky whispered while tightly grasping his hand. "You didn't give up on me when I had my memories taken away and was trying to kill you."

"That's different. You didn't know what you were doing." Steve said his voice slightly rising, but still quite enough so only the two men sitting next to him could hear.

"Hey, listen." Sam said figuring out the conversation going on next to him. "This guy tried to kill me. Twice. But when you said he was good, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. And guess what, you were actually right. While I saw what Loki did on tv, I gave him the same chance I gave Bucky here. Also, I figured if he was with Stark, yah know, Iron Man, the guy that fixed my Falcon suit, he couldn't be too bad..." Sam could feel a presence behind him, and slowly came to a stop as he turned around. "What's Clint doing with a camcorder?"

"Just ignore the camera, and keep talking." Clint said as he circle around to the front of the couch.

"Come on Spielberg." Natasha grabbing Clint by the collar of his oxford and pulling him back to the elevator. "See you guys in a few hours."


"How does Loki even afford a place like this?" Clint asked as he got out of the car and looked up at the tall glass building. A few of the top stories had balconies, but for the most part, it was eighteen stories of reflective glass.

"Perks of being ambassador for Asgardia." Natasha shrugged it off knowing there was no point in playing guess where the godly prince got his earthly fortune from. Especially since she was almost positive, that half of his money was "earned" illegally.

"And how exactly did he get that job?" Clint took off his sunglasses as they headed inside the building.

"Who knows?"

A man dressed in a suit standing at a podium greeted Clint and Natasha as they entered the lobby. On the side of the wall his podium was on, was five rows of mailboxes and on the other side was three silver elevator doors. The ceiling had a classic, pristine, white chrome molding, otherwise the lobby was void of any character. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, Mr. Lafayette is expecting us." Natasha said, remembering to use Loki's code name that way the world didn't know the former god of mischief was living on the fourteenth floor of one of the most expensive lofts in Manhattan.

The man paused for a moment, his face was completely dumbfounded. His expression made it perfectly clear that Loki never got visitors. Well visitors through the front door that is. And possibly, the doorman, never saw "Mr. Lafayette" leave the building. Then again, Loki did use magic to get everywhere, so it would make sense that the doorman would have never seen the mysterious Mr. Lafayette in person. "One moment." He finally sputtered while picking up the phone at his podium and pressed two buttons. ''Mr. Lafayette. Yes. I know. Yes, I was informed to never call you. But there are two guests. Yes. Of course. I'll send them up. Apologies sir." He hung up the phone and both Natasha and Clint could tell he uttered asshole under his breath. "Mr. Lafayette is expecting you. Fourteenth floor.

As they got in the elevator Clint began fiddling with the camera, changing the settings as he was still recording everything that has happened. "Seriously Clint, why are you recording everything?" Natasha asked after she pressed the button for the fourteenth floor and the door closed, ready to take them up. "It's not like you have ever been on the Tony/Loki bandwagon."

Clint looked up at the mirrored elevator ceiling as he debated how to word it. "Thor wanted something that would make it so Loki would never forget this day. To never forget that he loves Tony." Clint started slowly, knowing how crazy this all sounded. "He believes that Tony is the only thing keeping him from trying to rule the world. So if Loki has something to hold on to, something to remind him of that; then after Stark's death, maybe he won't go off the deep end." Clint laughed at knowing how impossible that sounded. That Loki staying relatively good after losing the only thing that barely keeps him that way was improbable. "I don't owe Loki any favors, and I'll never like or trust the guy. But, I get where Thor is coming from. So, why not."

The elevator opened to a small hallway that led to two doors, one on the left, and one on the right. Knocking on the door on the left side of the hall, Thor opened the door, a wide grin across his face. "Friends, welcome!" Walking into the loft, Natasha and Clint stopped a few feet in. Two walls, the one in front of them and the one to the immediate left were nothing but glass windows, looking out onto the Manhattan cityscape. To the right, was a kitchen, restroom and another door that must have led to the bedroom. The wall behind them, wasn't exactly a wall, but several bookcases all filled to the brim with various books, some in English and others in what appeared to be Old Norse. The living room was sparse: a glass coffee table, and matching TV stand with a 52" wide screen, and a blu-ray player and a black leather couch was directly across the entertainment system, but otherwise, no other furniture was in the living space. The kitchen on the other hand appeared to be where most of the living was done. Coffee mugs and tea cups lined one of the see-through cabinets, and another cabinet had professional grade pots and pans. A vast array of cutlery was on display but the most prominent item in the kitchen was the kettle in the center of the black granite island, that also had two bar stools next to it. The kettle was see through so the loose leaves could be seen as they steeped in the warm water. The perfectly clean kitchen truly was the focal point of the loft.

"And I thought tea was supposed to calm people down." Clint whispered to Natasha as both were fixated on Loki naturally maneuvering his way in the kitchen and making himself a cup a tea. Opening one of the cabinets he pulled out a glass jar with honey and spooned some into his cup.

"And here I thought the super soldiers were to be my guards." Loki spoke lightly, but refused to look at the two humans in his house. Instead he focused on his tea; mixing in the honey without producing a single clink from the metal spoon hitting the china.

"Well considering you have the magic neutralizing friendship bracelet, Stark needs more guards than you to make sure he doesn't plays Runaway Bride." Natasha said as she walked to the couch and sat down.

Thor looked nervously to his younger brother who was completely unphased by what Natasha said. Having an audience before him, must be calming the wedding day's nerves, because he hadn't seen his brother this relaxed all week. Loki was about to open his mouth for a retort, but was interrupted by his television being turned on by itself. Three female heads showed up on the screen all wearing Asgardian style head ornaments. "All-Mother." Loki quickly set his tea down and approached the TV screen.

Thor stayed in the kitchen for a few seconds, but soon went to the living room and bowed his head to the screen. "All-Mother," he said as well.

"Why are they saying mother when there are three of them?" Clint asked, his camera now pointed at the screen as he sat next to Natasha.

"Loki. Thor." The goddess with black hair in the middle said. "As you know, we cannot leave Asgardia for the marriage ceremony and as three of the witnesses for the consummation of this union."

Clint was about to speak up, but Natasha quickly covered his mouth so he wouldn't interrupt the conversation with some pointless remark about the consummation witnesses.

"Perhaps it's a good thing you are not coming then. For I have no intention of allowing anyone, as you so put it, witness the consummation between Anthony and myself." Loki said coolly only to get a disapproving nudge from Thor for talking to the All-Mothers so.

"However, we did want to give you our congratulations and approval of this union." The red haired goddess on the left said. "We know your soon to be husband is a champion of Midgard. A warrior and ally of Thor. It is a good marriage for a prince, sadly he is mortal."

"Which is why we are giving you this as a wedding gift." The blond goddess on the left was now speaking. "We did not make this decision lightly. Discussed it for many a days. But came to the conclusion that it was for the best." With a smile, Thor held out a golden apple to his brother. "One of my apples." Loki hesitated in touching it. Not wanting to believe it was true. It couldn't be real. An actual golden apple from the goddess herself, Idunn. Thor must have known it was the gift since he last visited Asgardia and had been keeping it secret ever since. With all he has done. With the crimes he has committed. Despite the fact the All-Mothers have wiped most of them out of the books and memories of all beings who had witnessed them; he was not worthy of such a gift.

"No need to hold your tongue Loki." The middle head spoke again. "Especially when you are always one with something to say."

Loki finally took the apple from Thor's hands and studied it carefully. It was real. The All-Mothers were not lying to him. "I thought the tree was destroyed with Asgard." He finally said feeling the weight of the apple. Especially since he knew so few were left. And one was given to him. To Anthony. He just didn't want to believe any of this.

"It was, but so long as one apple survives, the tree can grow again. It will take some time, but it will return." Idunn said trying to keep the somber mood the goddesses were emitting. "Anthony Stark, need not eat the entire apple. Just a slice. One slice should give him approximately 400 years of human youth and longevity. At that point, he can eat another slice. And so on."

Loki continued to look at the apple, moving it around gingerly in his hand. He bit his tongue still unsure what to say. "I must say Loki, this side of you is quite becoming."

However, Loki was no longer listening to the goddesses, for he was too lost in his own mind. A golden apple, something he doesn't deserve. Something Tony may or may not take. They have had the immortality talk on a few occasions, but they were always what if scenarios. But with the apple in hand. You always could keep the apple for yourself. A voice whispered in the back of his head. A voice that reminded him of who he used to be. A long forgotten voice, one he hadn't heard from in some time, but still sounded familiar. That of a friend. You know Anthony will never take it. He has always been one to embrace his mortality. It's what drive him. He need not know of the apple. Besides there may come a time you need it for yourself. Loki mentally shook his head as a way to banish the voice. He couldn't do it; listen to the taunting voice. He already was walking a fine line; despite all he has done to erase his past, the darkness within would never be banished completely. It will always follow him, no matter how many lives he lives.

"Well Mother, I will see to it that when we next speak, I have a more witty remark on hand." He finally said, but his eyes were still on the apple; as if he even dared to blink, it would vanish.

"I will be expecting it then." This middle head said before the three of them vanished and the tv screen became black once again.

"Loki?" Thor asked seeing the contemplative look as his broth once again began studying the apple.

"I need to get ready. I'll be in my room." Loki spoke to no one in particular as his eyes still stayed on the apple. Without saying another word he headed straight to his room, locking the door behind him.

Clint and Natasha were completely taken aback. Whenever they saw Loki he was sarcastic, witty, always had something to say, and most times it wasnt anything nice. But this. The way he completely changed after receiving that apple, it was like looking at a different person.

"Thor?" Natasha asked as she rose from the couch.

His golden hair shook as if he was clearing his head of thoughts. "Please, do not tell Stark what you saw. Idunn's apple, it should come from Loki. No one else."

Natasha nodded her head and sat back down on the couch. Looking over to Clint, then back to Thor, then to Loki's door, she knew it was going to be a long day, for everyone.


Loki stayed in his room, pacing with the apple in his hand for almost an hour. Two forces were clashing in his head; one that was excited to show Tony their gift from the All-Mothers. The other, was a voice reminiscent of who he used to be, it was callous and oily, telling him to not give Tony the apple, to keep it for himself.

The endless taunts and debates were driving him mad. He couldn't do it. He couldn't marry Tony like this. Not with the devil and angel on his shoulder. Gripping it tightly, he was about to throw it out the window. Just banish the source of his confusion completely, and yet he stopped himself. He let the apple drop and it rolled across the floor hitting the open closet door where his tuxedo hung.

His body stiffened and he just stood still it his spot. It was as if the fates knew of his internal struggle and were trying to steer him in the right direction. Why they would do that, he didn't know, but it felt like everyone was leading him to Tony. Everyone except for that voice. That little piece of who he used to be before his death. The part of him he tried so hard to get rid of, but always found a way to resurface.

He finally found his legs again and headed to his closet to pick up the apple. There was not a single dent on its skin, the gold was still brilliant in the sunlight from his curtainless window. His eyes moved from the apple to the tux and he wished he just went with Tony on red and silver as their wedding theme colors instead of black and gold. The gold of his tie was far too similar to that of the apple and he didn't want to look at either. "Brother, is everything fine?" Loki heard his brother's voice along with three loud knocks at his door.

Loki quickly gathered his thoughts together and took three deep breaths so to not completely bite his brother's head off. "I'll be out in a moment Thor." Loki snapped still doing his best to ignore his tie. He finally decided to strip down and head into his master bathroom to wash away any and all doubts he is feeling.

Forty five minutes later, Loki finally came out of his room and his mood was still not any better. Confusion still engulfed him. He needed to see Tony. He had to. Seeing him is the only way he would find any sense; calm the demon within. He needed Tony more than ever right now. A little less than four hours. That's all he needed to get through. He could last that long. Keep the voice from driving him mad over the apple. "Shall we go then?" Loki asked heading straight to his door with his tuxedo in hand, but the apple was nowhere to be seen.


Loki wished he could use his magic to conceal himself, Thor, and the assassins the whole drive to the Capitale and until the entered the building, but he couldn't. Not with the silver bangle still on his wrist. Even though he knew Tony created some device that would fry any electronic device so their day could be private, that was not enough for him. Especially since the camera Clint was using was somehow still working, even when they were well past the borderline Tony set. Technology has its flaws. There is almost always a way around it. But if he could use his magic, no one besides the guests would even know what was going on.

His foot was tapping for the hour long drive to the building and he refused to look at Thor, who sitting next to him in the back seat. Instead he looked out the window the whole time. He didn't want his brother to see his nervousness and anxiety any more than he already has. When they reached the building and shown to their bridal suite, Loki plopped down in the chair in front of the vanity and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt his brother grip his shoulder reassuringly and his head rose from the touch. "Mother would be proud." He spoke warmly and knew better than to mention their father today. Just their mother. The one person Loki loved just as much as Tony. "Stark is a good man. She would have loved him just as much as you. And she would have been pleased to see the man Anthony helped you become. The son she always knew you were. Even during your dark times. You may fret and fear what will become of this union, but I knew if mother was here, she would tell you how much of a fool you would be to not go through with it. That if you love Tony, that should be all you need to know marrying him is the right thing to do."

Loki stayed silent, but looked at the mirror to see his brother warmly smiling at him. He wanted to call his brother an oaf. That he wouldn't know what their mother would say this day if she was alive, but knew Thor was right. That his mother would be happy and proud. That she would see how perfectly Tony compliments him. His mother would be delighted and glowing as she walked with him down the aisle. Instead, he will be walking alone, with just the memory of his mother to comfort him.

"Can you give this to Anthony for me?" Loki wanted to avoid talking about his mother today. Especially with Thor. So he did what he does best, avoid it. Keep his emotions to himself. He pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and handed it to Thor. "It's my wedding gift to him." Thor gingerly took the box and turned it in his hands with curious eyes. "You may open it if you wish."

Thor opened the box and his eyes widened. "It this-"

"Yes."

"When did you?"

"Some time ago." Loki finally turned around in his chair to face his brother, but his eyes refused to meet the blue of Thor's. He just couldn't force himself to be so vulnerable around his brother; even now.

Thor nodded his head and left the room, Clint and Natasha followed so to let Loki get ready in private.

Heading down the hall, Thor knocked on the door that he knew to be Anthony's. Bruce opened the door and allowed them in. "Less than three hours." Bruce said trying to show some sign of happiness, but they could see he was ready for the day to be over. "How's Loki holding up?"

Natasha was about to speak up, but Thor quickly interrupted her. "Getting ready as we speak." He did his best to speak jovially, but it was hard when everyone else in the room was less than ecstatic about what has happened thus far. "This if for Stark. It's from my brother." He held out the black box to Bruce, but he shook his head refusing to take it.

"You should give it to him." Bruce sighed as he stepped aside so Thor could enter a second room that was similar to Loki's. "It coming from you, might help him relax a bit."

Entering the small room, he saw Rhodey, Pepper and Happy all around Tony trying to talk him into getting his tuxedo on and telling him the evening's agenda and how today was not a day to pull one of his usual being late or vanishing stunts. "Thor." Tony shot up from his chair ignoring his three friends. "Loki?"

"Is getting ready as we speak." Thor assured him. "And sent me to give you this." The box looked small in Thor's large hands, but when Tony grabbed it, it was surprisingly heavy.

The velvet was cool to the touch, and it even smelt like Loki; various scents of tea, but the orange blossom was the most prominent one. How he missed Loki's scent, something he never realized was so floral until now. Until he was away from him for a week. The orange was calming his nerves and he knew that just from the box, that he hasn't even opened yet, that he was worrying over nothing. That he was letting fears that he knew he would never happen get to him. Loki is who he loves. Who he wants to spend his life with. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone, especially annoying talk show hosts get the better of him.

His thumb rubbed over the crevice that the lid created and he finally opened the box. Inside, resting on a bed of emerald silk was a miniature version of Loki's horned helmet. He picked it up and place the box down on the vanity next to him. The helmet was surprisingly heavy and appeared to be a flawless replica. The gold was the perfect shade, not too shiny, but not dull. The nicks it got from battle were at the proper angle and depth for a miniature replica. He stuck his finger inside of it, so it was wearing the helmet and he could have sworn he felt a few silky black hairs in there, but thought it was his imagination. "How did Loki get this made?" Tony asked as strange warmth emitted from it and warmed up his entire body. The helmet was calming him as much as the scent of the box was.

"That is Loki's real helmet." Thor smiled as he saw Tony's eyes light up from the gift. That the mortal's body was not nearly as rigid at it was when he first entered the room. He could see his soon to be brother-in-law was finally at ease. "He put an enchantment-"

Tony didn't hear the rest of what Thor said, because he was too lost in his own thoughts. He knew this was the only way Loki could show how he has truly given up his former life for Tony. That he was putting his past behind him. If he was not surrounded by a bunch of people, Tony thought he would cry. Loki loved him, and he handed Tony the last part of who he was so they could enter their marriage anew. It was perfect. "Well, I don't see how my gift can follow this act." Tony finally spoke and he enclosed his entire hand around the helmet clutching it tenderly.

As if on cue, everyone's tensed shoulders relaxed since they saw Tony was turning back into himself. That Loki's gift was exactly what he needed to remind him that this marriage was the right decision.


Loki could hear the chatter of the guests behind the door. It was nearly time, just one more minute, but Tony was still nowhere to be found. Was he already waiting at the end of the aisle? Or perhaps he did find a way to escape amongst the madness. Despite all he has done, he had never felt such nerves in his life. "Come on Stark." Loki heard Natasha barking and several shadows coming down the hall to meet him. "I warned you I would walk you down the-"

Tony came to an abrupt halt and his eyes immediately met Loki's. Somehow the vibrant green eyes looked more alluring in the dimly lit hallway and his pale skin more like a marble statue. His tux shows off his slender curves and made him look even taller. Tony wasn't even sure if his heart was beating anymore because he was completely captivated by Loki. Finding his feet, he took the last few steps and was right in front of Loki. His body moving on its own, picked itself up a few inches, grabbed Loki by the back of the neck and force him into a kiss.

He tasted the same, but somehow it was better, more intoxicating. It was riling him up and he didn't care if they delayed the wedding by twenty minutes, he needed to take Loki now.

He felt the bony fingers grasp the back of his head and they tightened as his tongue began fighting Tony back more vigorously. Both men were in completely and bliss, that was until Natasha brought them back down to earth. "Save it for the ceremony." She said rolling her eyes. Both quickly broke the kiss but couldn't help but smile at the other. Everything was perfect.

"I'm surprised you lasted the week without me." Loki chaulted finally soaking in Tony. The freshly trimmed beard look pristine, and the gold bowtie that matched his own skinny tie was perfectly straight. His hair was trimmed and not a single stand was out of place. If perfection existed, then Tony was the living embodiment of it.

"I think the bigger surprise is you survived a week without your magic and being babysat by Thor." Tony wink, and the door cracked open in front of them.

Pepper sighed in relief when she saw everyone was dressed and waved at the pianist so the music could begin playing. Before Tony and Loki walked down the aisle, the Avengers walked down the aisle, one by one, and sat in the seats at the very front.

The music changed signaling it was Tony's turn to walk, but Loki grasped him by the hand and laced his fingers with Tony's. Tony turned to face Loki and couldn't help but smile. Nothing could bring him down right now. The only person he will ever need is standing right next to him. And that was all he could ever ask for.


Loki and Tony sat in silence as they looked at one another, the screen Jarvis had the movie playing on turned black. Clint's recording of the wedding was not finished, but what was played so far, pretty much summed up the rest of the evening. "So, Peter." Loki started after his cleared his throat. He looked down to his young son who was snuggly sitting between him and Tony. "That is the day your father and I got married." Loki trailed off unsure what more he could say about it. The video seemed to speak fairly clearly for itself, and Peter was a smart enough child to know what was happening.

Peter hopped off of the couch and faced his fathers. "Dad, when I said my homework this weekend was one page written on our family's history, I meant our genealogical history. Not watching uncle Clint's video on your weird wedding day and how pretty much everyone you knew was against it, but going to make it happen no matter what." Peter fixed his glasses as they started falling down the bridge of his nose. He looked down at his watch and saw it was a quarter to five. "Harry will be here any minute, we can finish this later...or I'll just figure it out myself." Both husbands sat in an embarrassed silence as their young son left the living room and headed up the stairs to his bedroom.


A/N: Thank you for reading the first chpter and I hope you enjoyed. This is a frostiron fic with eventual parksborn. It's a mix of the MCU, webbverse, Loki AOA (up to issue 5 since that's all that's out), and a few other things. Also, this is a muti-chapter fic that was inspired by the oneshot I write awhile back, the Nonredeemable. So it will eventually lead up to the oneshot, with a few slight changes for this story.

Well, I hope you enjoyed, and until next time.