Hearth was wearing his wedding attire. His black leather jacket was traded for a flat black coat. And instead of a plain white shirt (like Blitz opted for), underneath Hearthstone's black coat was a dress shirt with black and white swirl design. The intricate Victorian black lacework over a white shirt fit his personality quite well, Magnus had said after he found the shirt. When Hearth showed the shirt to his fiancé Hearth had imagined wearing his melted candy cane scarf with it. For a pop of color, Hearth signed. Blitz instantly refused.
"No way, no how. You are not wearing a scarf to our spring equinox wedding. Not only are scarves out of season, but we are getting married inside, Hearth." Blitz had been on edge planning the wedding, but when Hearth offered to help Blitz said that he wanted to plan it himself, as a wedding present. Blitz's overall grumpiness had been caused by color scheme issues. The florist that there were using for the wedding had not gotten a single purple rose. The original color scheme was black, white, and this beautiful rich purple color that Hearth had found on one of his walks. Good thing we didn't print the invitations, Blitz thought after his anger subsided. Blitz then changed the purple color to the color of a red rose. The florist gave Blitz a discount for the inconvenience, but the change in color scheme was a real thorn in Blitz's side. When Hearth showed Blitz the shirt he wanted to wear to the wedding, Blitz had an idea. Instead of Hearth's favorite scarf, his only scarf, Blitz spent most of his free time the next couple of days sewing red rosebuds onto the ends of the design. The black design would swirl outwards and if Blitz thought it would look nice he sewed a small rosebud. And now, the beautiful shirt that Hearth had found, and Blitz had worked hard on, was sitting on the bed of Hearth's hotel room.
Blitz was in his own hotel room. He was wearing a shirt that matched Hearth's, rosebuds and all. Instead of a black over coat Blitz was wearing a white one. To finish off the look he was wearing snazzy dress shoes, crisp black pants, and a shimmering red bowtie, all of which matched the clothes that he placed on Hearth's bed early that morning.
The wedding was inside the hotel, the space was large, but not so much so that it took a lot of effort to fill up the space. When Hearth's watch flashed the LED light, signaling that it was indeed time to walk downstairs, Hearth started to feel butterflies again. He hasn't had butterflies since he asked Blitz to marry him, and in turn Blitz asked him as well. Hearth practiced his vows, he made sure his hand shapes were clear and precise, not the moving signs that were more of an accent Hearth had. I have to mean every word, Hearth told himself earlier, I can't mess this up. For the convenience of their guests, Hearth and Blitz hired an interpreter.
At first Hearth hated the idea, Our wedding is supposed to be between us, Hearth signed to Blitz after the topic was brought up.
"Okay, I understand that, but hon, what if your parents show up? Not everyone is Magnus, or Sam, Not everyone we know can understand sign. Gods know Thor can't."
Yeah, but… Hearth's argument failed him. After a couple more conversations about the topic Hearth gave his blessing on getting an interpreter. The interpreter was talking with Freya before the ceremony. Freya, Blitz's mother, had offered to officiate the wedding. Hearthstone remembered that conversation.
"Blitz, why I can officiate the wedding, I am after all the goddess of love."
"Mom, you really don't have to do that," Blitz said calmly, but wide eyed and terrified.
"Oh, nonsense Blitzen, I would love to do it." And with that comment the conversation was over. Blitz had lost.
Well, Hearth told him later, at least we don't have to worry about finding someone else to do it.
"Hearth, its my Mother,"
Your mom is pretty cool. She is very supportive, and at least with her officiating we will be married in all nine worlds, not just Midgaurd
"Yeah, I guess."
Hearth had started walking down to the ballroom, his practiced hands were shaking. Hearth met the interpreter in front of the ballroom doors, Freya was there, she was wearing a Mother-of-the-bride dress, but for this occasion Mother-of-the-groom. Hearth introduced himself to the interpreter, he explained to her that he could read lips very well, the interpreter understood. She, the interpreter, congratulated Hearth on the wedding.
I'm really lucky. Hearth started to blush as the sign for lucky, taking his middle finger against his chin and then outward, fell with a lot of enthusiasm. The interpreter smiled at the cute action, and giggled. Freya waved her hand to get attention.
"What is funny?" asked towards Hearth, like the interpreter instructed earlier.
"Oh, it's just that he's really excited about the wedding and he said that he is really lucky, and the sign for lucky made him blush."
"Aww, Hearth," Freya smiled wider. She embraced Hearth into a hug and when she released him she wiped a tear from her eye. "Blitzen is lucky to have found a guy like you."
Hearth look a 'y' hand shape and held one side to his chest and the other towards Freya, he moved the sign between them.
"Me too," the sign was interpreted.
Chapter 2
