Steve had seen a lot of things, he served Tony, it was bound to happen. But this wedding was...Insane. Every little, old wedding tradition he could dream of, flowers, the stupid rice in Steve's palm, the rings... Tony had started talking about the symbolize and Steve can proudly say he 'zoned out'. Steve was certain there was lots of important symbolism to be found, and he didn't care, at all. He was happy for Tony, and since Tony definitely was going to be doing anything seriously for a long time Steve wanted to get a head start on the tidal wave of paper work to come. The kingdom didn't stop for a wedding, but Steve was not working, no, he was standing in the back with this stupid torch.

Steve sighed, well, he was honored really, traditionally the parents of each spouse light the newly weds hearth with fire from their homes. Tony's parents were dead however and the palace was far, far away here in Asgard, so Steve carried the torch that was just lit a few moments ago, and Thor carried the other.

At least Thor wasn't drunk now, Steve was surprised how easily the man had sobered. Almost impressed, but any sign of respect might encourage Thor to get drunk again so Steve just pointedly ignored him.

It was really strange, knowing this man standing next to him had commanded Loki's army, Steve had been fighting Thor for over two years, and now was standing next to him at their Kings' wedding to light the hearth.

The priest was still taking Loki and Tony through the vows, which Loki was taking very seriously while Tony looked like he was getting irritated, but Loki would give him this look and Tony would sigh, and say whatever he was suppose to say. Then the rings, the kiss which was received to a lot of cheering, and it was Steve's turn.

He and Thor walked slowly down the aisle, side by side, Steve found that detail very important, they had to make it clear neither side was superior, they were equal, the same. Thor was grinning like an idiot and not walking with an even pace though, so Steve had to watch out of the corner of his eye, speeding up and slowing down accordingly. How on earth was Thor a general? He seemed like some giant kid who just played around and took nothing seriously.

So when they finally made it to the front Steve eagerly lit the hearth, shoving his torch right in, Thor gently dropped his in next to Steve's. "How exciting." He whispered with a big grin.

"Weird." Steve mumble, turning around to face the crowd with a smile.

Tony and Loki join hands, smiling probably, Steve can't really tell from behind them. Tony waits until the clapping and cheering quiets, "So, as some of you have heard, we're uniting Asgard and Anera into one, the United Kingdom."

Loki takes over from there, "More details are to come, we are still working out the finer details, however, Tony and I our your Kings now, and our nations well never war again." A servant brings a scroll over to them, and each sign it. "Our kingdoms are one!" Loki declares. Tony just elbows him and Steve hears a mumble about showing off.

The ambassadors look furious. Steve wishes he knew why.

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Celebrations always felt awkward to Steve, now they were worse. He almost... Hated them. And the girls kept dragging him onto the dance floor, he could see Natasha and Clint hiding in the shadows, Tony and Loki disappeared and frankly Steve had no desire whatsoever to even think of what they could possibly be doing.

He missed the days when people ignored him, but he was in the spot light now, wasn't he?

The girl in his arm said something, he just smiled and nodded, giving her a twirl, girls like that. She seemed happy again so all was good. And after a bit the song ended and the girl wandered off. Steve wishes he wasn't responsible, he wishes he could just go to his room and sleep, wake up in the morning, and clean up the disaster left in the wake of the celebration. Will, he could, but he wouldn't.

Ever.

He sighs as someone taps on his shoulder, then forces a smile and turns around to tell some ambassador how appreciated they are, or some girl how pleased he would be to dance with her.

Nope, Thor, Thor who reeks with wine and beams that smile that makes every fiber of everyone's being for a three yard radius flutter warmly and pleasantly. "Friend Steve." Thor leans right into Steve's side, resting his blonde head against Steve's neck and shoulder like a giant, blonde, Asgardian cat, his one beefy arm thrusts itself between Steve's side and own arm to curl up against Steve's back. "You'rre nott happpy?" He slurred sleepily.

Steve frowned, not evening bothering to smile, "You're drunk." Because he didn't really know what else to say and it was true, plus he was a little angry, not surprised, but still mad, that Thor was so drunk on the night of his brother's wedding with all these people around. That Thor, was not only a royal by blood, but in pretty much in Steve's position. The reputation of the Kingdom had to be upheld and a drunk Thor didn't help that.

And maybe Steve was mad because Thor was having fun, Thor was relaxing, and Steve wasn't. Steve wasn't pleasantly buzzed, Steve wasn't in love, not partying, not eating, in fact now all Steve was good for was pacifying the crowds, he was all show, words, and no real power.

He almost misses the war in that millisecond. And then mentally kicks himself, he'll adjust, he shouldn't wish for something so awful.

Thor huffs, Steve can't see his face very well but he's fairly certain Thor's pouting."Doon't froown!" Thor clumsily pokes Steve in the stomach. "Happy!"

"Alright Thor." Steve nods, slipping an arm around Thor as well as he can and guiding them out of the hall. "I won't frown, just come with me."

Thor actually does, a little stumbling, but Steve's just as strong as Thor, even if he isn't quite so big. And, while passing a statue of no doubt one of Thor's ancestors, Steve realizes he has no clue where Thor's room is. He glances around, no servants, one passed out old man, that doesn't help at all.

He takes a peek at Thor, who grins cheerfully and waves like Steve is far, far away.

Could Steve just dump him in a random room? No, what if it's someone's room? That'd be trouble, maybe even a scandal.

Steve sighs, why is he the responsible one?

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Steve frowns at the Asgardian sprawled across the bed next to him. "I said I was sleeping on the floor Thor, and don't you keep trying to convince me I sleepwalked. I don't sleepwalk." Steve crosses his arms before rolling off his side and onto his back so he doesn't have to look at Thor's puppy eyes. "Admit it."

Thor sighs after a few moments, "Firstly, I apologize for have being so inebriated last night, and secondly, I thank you for having taken such good care of me." Steve can feel Thor moving, the entire bed shudders at his every breath and word. "When I woke and saw you on the floor I simply thought, as my host, you should sleep in your own bed. I meant no offense. I am sorry that I have offended you, but it's a stone floor Steve." And Steve has to give it to Thor, trying to appeal with Steve with logic.

"I'm a soldier." Steve mutters, "It's nothing new."

One of Thor's giant hands settles gently on Steve's shoulder. "The war is over." He whispers quietly. "You don't have to be a soldier."

"But I am, and so are you." Steve snaps, sitting up in the bed angrily. "And, as you are not drunk anymore, get out." He rips the covers back when Thor doesn't start getting out of the bed, "Get out!" Steve hisses. Thor sighs before leaning to the other side and finding his boots, then he trudges over to the door before slipping out. Steve frowns before making the bed, and setting out to get presentable. Someone had to do damage control.

R and R!