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The Proposal

Thor returned home the next day with news that his mortal friends would indeed be attending the wedding, not to mention three majestic golden rings.

When he got back, Loki had already been released from his cramped cell in order to go through with his punishment. Sif and the Warriors Three had been told of the arrangement and the upcoming royal wedding by the King and Queen. Odin had been sure to include that the four must look like they knew the brothers were together all along so that the general population of Asgard would believe the twosome were actually in love.

Sif had then replied with, "Well those two better have a stunning performance."

To this Fandral had only laughed, "As the mortals say, they're toast."

Frigg approached Thor an hour or so after his return from Midgard. "Did you get the rings?"

Thor groaned inwardly. He would never actually express his annoyance to his mother at such a simple question. "Yes, here they are." He pulled out two of the rings and handed them to her for her to inspect. After a minute she nodded.

"And the engagement ring?"

"Right here," Thor sighed.

"Very good. Now, your friends and Loki are currently conversing in the large living room with the fire pit. It would be a perfect time to propose to your lov… brother."

Now Thor would certainly express his annoyance at that, "What? But mother…"

"No buts. I said properly, did I not?"

"Yes mother. Properly."

"Exactly." She gave him a look that said clearly 'I know what your thinking' before saying, "And don't doubt that I'm accompanying you just to be sure you don't slip up."

"Of course, mother."

When the twosome walked into the room they were met with a battlefield.

Sif was fighting Loki, sword versus magic, behind the couch. Neither were winning much. Loki was being cut and scratched up rather often, while Sif's hair was blue along with several other magical transformations.

Frigg sighed as Thor intervened, "Excuse me! What are you two doing?"

They spun his direction. Loki scowled, "Well, looky here, if it isn't the king of the world."

"Turn Sif's hair back," Thor spoke, ignoring that last comment.

"Fine, fine," Loki paused, "whatever you say babe."

Fandral and Volstagg chuckled but stopped at the look Thor gave them.

"So how does it feel to be getting married?" Fandral asked innocently.

Sif rolled her eyes, "Fandral, they're not even engaged yet."

Thor sighed, "Speaking of getting engaged…" He knelt down to one knee in front of Loki. "I really don't agree with this but…"

The Thunderer was cut off by his mother's fiery gaze and fierce voice, "THOR!"

"Sorry, sorry, properly, right!"

Loki cringed. Sif giggled, her hair now back to it's regular black.

"Um… how do I do this? I, uh, I love you Loki, and uh, you mean everything to me, and uh, and I want to be with you forever so… will you marry me?"

Sif sighed, "Okay, now that was pathetic."

Loki ignored her, instead pretending to fawn over the blond kneeling before him. 'Look at that, Thor is finally kneeling before me,' he thought, 'Not quite the way I pictured it…'

He spoke in his best girly voice, "Oh Thor, oh I never… oh I love you too Thor! Of course I'll marry you!"

His tone was so horribly fake that even Heimdall (who was admittedly enjoying this far too much) could identify it from his place on the BiFrost.

Thor attempted to hug the little brother but was interrupted by his bitter voice, "Stop trying and just put the damn ring on."

Thor slid the beautifully crafted ring on Loki's slim ring finger. Frigg shook her head thinking about what a shame it was that such a beautiful was going to waste.

Loki read the enragement aloud, "Till death do us part." He looked up at Thor, "How about until I kill you in your sleep."

Frigg put her head in her hand, "That didn't go quite the way I wanted it to."

Five minutes later, Thor and Loki were sitting rather close together on the couch due to Sif's insisting that the entire plan had to look real. How they sat, how they walked, how they spent their days all had to make it seem like the brothers were together. Frigg had left the room earlier in frustration.

"Now Thor, put your arm around Loki and gods Loki, could you look any happier!"

Loki gave a momentary fake smile to which Volstagg said, "They're doomed, completely and utterly doomed."

Sif ignored both of them, "Alright then, Loki rest your head on Thor's shoulder."

"No."

"Do it!"

"No!"

"Put your fricking head on Thor's fricking shoulder!"

"NO! I REFUSE TO LOOK LIKE A LOVESICK FOOL!"

"Well then you shouldn't have tried to take over Midgard then huh!"

"That's irrelevant," Loki muttered before hesitantly resting his head on Thor's shoulder with a look of disgust.

Sif groaned, "Well, I tried."

Hogun spoke up for the first time. "You do realize that you two haven't even reached the hard stuff yet, right?"

Sif turned, "What do you mean?"

"Well, at the end of the ceremony," Hogun paused for a minute, "You two have to kiss."

Loki jumped off the couch and started gagging while Thor gave him a look of pure frustration before hitting himself in the head several times. The other three laughed so hard they started crying.

Sif tried to speak, "Of all the things… you two have to do… I think that… wins… the gold medal…"

Once they could control themselves again, Fandral looked at the brothers expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?" Loki snapped.

"You gonna kiss?"

They both started yelling.

"Never!"

"No way!"

"No!"

"Not gonna happen!"

"Not in a billion years!"

"Over my dead body."

Loki turned to Thor at his last comment. "I could kill you, you know, if you want."

"Yeah, you would."

"Loki was about to snap back when Sif interrupted, "Oh come on guys, it's just a little kiss. You're gonna have to do it eventually anyway, no use avoiding the inevitable."

"Yeah, sure Sif," Loki sneered. "And then they start ringing the glasses."

Thor looked up, "What do you mean, ringing the glasses?"

Sif got to it first. "It's a Midgardian tradition, but we practice it here too. Whenever a guest taps his or her glass with their silverware during the reception, the wedding couple must kiss."

"You say it's a Midgardian tradition? Then my mortal friends must know of it as well."

Loki froze, "When you say mortal friends, you surely aren't talking about Jane, are you?"

Thor shook his head, "I highly doubt that Miss Foster would like to attend my wedding if I'm not getting married to her. I speak of the Avengers."

Loki's eyes grew wide, "But, but," something registered in his mind. "Tony!"

"What do you mean, Tony? The man of iron?"

"Yeah, Stark! I'm gonna flipping die Thor! Do you know how much he's gonna ring his stupid glass! We're gonna be making out all freaking night!"

Thor gulped, "Oh my."

At that exact moment, at which the twosome were too engrossed in their conversation to notice, Sif and Fandral had snuck behind them and with a slight tilt of Sif's head, pushed them at each other with all their might. Thor and Loki slammed into each other, and Sif aligned their heads at the perfect angle so that their lips touched. Then both scurried backwards laughing.

Thor and Loki looked at each other in horror. The room was dead silent for a moment, if you ignored Sif and Fandral's snickers. They slowly rose their hands to wipe their mouths before both darting to the door.

Loki shouted behind him, "As soon as I'm done washing my mouth out, I'm gonna slaughter both of you slowly and painfully and in all the ways you fear!"

"You do that!" Sif hollered back, following behind them. Suddenly the three of them burst into song, "Thor and Loki sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, second comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!"

"How do you know that song!" Thor responded.

"YOU'RE GONNA BE BEGGING ME FOR DEATH!" Loki screamed. "BEGGING!"

A/N: Hope you like it! Tell me what you think! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed me or this story, or favorited me or this story! I never expected this to get anything! :D

I'll try to post quickly, but I've been pretty busy lately so hopefully I'll be able to.