Ay yo we gon' get it right hurr dis da remiiix.

Well this is my first Lokasha/Lotasha/Blackfrost/whatever you wanna call it fiction. And I hope you enjoy it. It shall contain multiple chapters. This ain't no oneshot.

As I stated in the prompt, slight AU. The battle in the movie hasn't happened (yet), and we (the characters I'm using, such as the members of the Avengers and Pepper and whatnot) don't know Thor or Loki, or even know that Asgard exists (however, Thor has met Jane). Loki has known about his heritage from the moment he could understand words, and isn't nearly as upset as he is in the films, but is still slightly bitter about it. And I'm not gonna lie, there won't be a lot of action. There will be some, but not a lot.

PS there will be a lot of fluff in upcoming chappies okay? Okay. (But I mean chappies in the far future.) Also this first chapter will be short.

This was the day. The day where her entire life became her biggest fantasy. And the day everything ended.

Many people mistake these events for two separate happenings. Well, for Agent Natasha Romanoff, they were one and the same.

Today was her wedding day. She was marrying none other than her infamous partner in crime, Clint "Hawkeye" Barton. Yes, she loved him. She loved him more than she could possibly say.

But who's to decide whether your wedding day, whether it's your first or your last wedding, is the best day of your life? And for that matter, who's to decide if it's the worst?

Natasha was throwing her career as a SHIELD agent away, however temporarily. Only for a year or so to get settled into her new lifestyle. But for that year, while she could clutch at her firearms however much she wanted, she wouldn't feel the thrill of actually firing one.

But that's besides the point. The point is, Natasha Romanoff was going to get more than she bargained for on her wedding day. And there was nothing she could do about it.

"Natasha, do you need help with the dress?"

Natasha looked over her shoulder at the large white doors. Pepper.

"Come in, Pepper," she said. Quietly, but loudly enough to be heard. The doors swung open and the tall, thin redhead peeked her head in. Pepper shook her head when she saw that Natasha was still sitting on the cream satin boudoir stool, her icy blue stare at her own reflection unwavering. A half empty glass of white wine sat on the table next to her.

Natasha wore no makeup yet. Her calculating stare was fixed on her own imperfections. Her dark under eye circles. The small scar right above her upper lip. The area around her lips, which was a slightly different color than the rest of her skin. However her concentration was broken when Pepper's freckled arm reached in front of her, severing her own image, to reach the wine glass.

"Natasha," Pepper scolded, "you shouldn't be drinking this close to the ceremony." Pepper continued to search for a bottle, but ceased when Natasha informed her that she only had one glass. Pepper continued to search the room, but for something different.

"What are you looking for?"

"Your dress. You've got less than an hour before the ceremony begins, and you're still sitting there in your robe."

"It's still in its box, Pepper," Natasha said with a sigh. Pepper made a beeline for the white box that was sitting in a chair. While Pepper tried to gather the large amount of fabric in her arms, without success, Natasha began carefully applying her makeup. After finally getting the dress out of the box, Pepper motioned for Natasha to stand and join her. Natasha did so, reluctantly.

After dressing, Natasha slipped on her shoes and stood in front of the full body mirror. Pepper, awed by how beautiful the bride was in her gown, smiled uncontrollably.

The dress was simple, but tasteful. It was strapless, but it did not dip down in the center of the bodice to show cleavage. It was a simple line. The skirt covered her feet, but didn't impair movement. It has a small, manageable train in the back. The only bit of the dress that was in the least bit extravagant was the small amount of lace that covered the deep v shape in the back of the bodice. Her shoes were a pair of white slingback peeptoe heels with a single white bead on the upper part. Plain and simple.

At that moment, Steve, or as you know him, Captain America, knocked on the door before slowly opening.

"Miss Romanoff, are you ready? The band is ready to kick off the ceremony."

Natasha held Tony Stark's forearm firmly in her trained hand. Though she was trained to feel no emotions in any chosen situation, as much as she hated it, she could feel her face burning, turning red with anxiety. The two began to walk down the aisle.

Only a few, trusted people attended. Coulson, Banner, Steve, and of course, Stark and Pepper were attending. Fury also sat in the benches, holding an emotionless face, but she knew he was happy for both of them.

"Thank you for giving me away, Mr. Stark," she whispered with a shaky voice. Tony nodded, leaning down to whisper back.

"Anything for my second favorite SHIELD agent."

"You mean it?"

"No. You're definitely my favorite."

She had stop breathing for a moment, lest she giggle and ruin the moment.

Before she knew it, they were there. She looked at Clint's stern face, and immediately all her worries about their marriage and their career and everything were washed away by his ocean blue eyes. But as soon as they left, another anxiety replaced them. But one she couldn't explain. As Tony leaned down to give her a hug before he handed her to Clint, Natasha whispered in his ear.

"Something doesn't feel right. I don't know what, but something's going to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a feeling in my gut."

"Probably just the nerves talking, dear. Now, I think Clint wants me to give you up."

She silently protested, just barely holding onto Tony's hand, but Clint took the hand and looked at her lovingly.

She was entirely distracted. She couldn't shake her gut feeling that something...big...was going to happen, and very, very soon. It seemed like only seconds had passed, but soon she found her ears hearing the priest asking the audience if here were any objections to the marriage of this couple.

All was silent.

But just as she thought no one would object, the huge wooden double doors burst open, flooding the room with a bright, while light. Through the doors stepped a large, very toned man with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore the strangest set of armor, a red cape, and on top of that, carried a heavy-looking silver hammer. Behind him, a much older man stood, a stern expression gracing his face. One eye was covered, giving him a battle hardened aura.

There was a third man. Much different from the other two. Long, black, slicked hair covered his head. Rather than red and silver, he wore a blackish pewter accompanied by a deep green. And in place of the baby blue eyes of his companions, his eyes were a stunning green hazel. Group those together with his sharp jawline and toned, but not unattractively muscled body, and he was a very handsome man with a regal feel to him.

The eldest man stepped forward, and with a booming voice, he announced his presence.

"I object to the marriage of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff."

Well, it's short, but I'll have more coming in hopefully a little while. Won't be longer than a few days. Hope you like it.

Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated any of my other stories in such a long time, but oh god I am completely obsessed with LokiXNatasha now SORRY.