"Darling! Have you seen my helmet?" Loki yelled out. He was flustered. He was nervous. He was getting married.

"It's right there Loki." Sigyn gave him a look.

"Oh." Loki blushed and picked it up with trembling hands. It had been sitting on the end of the bed. Its tall long horns jetted from the base like skyscrapers.

"Now get out! I need to get dressed!" Sigyn said.

"See you later." Loki said with a smile and left. As he passed through his parlor he saw Frigga, Sif, Sigyn's mother, and Sigyn's handmaids waiting for entry. Frigga was all smiles. Her handmaids, however, all looked upset. He couldn't blame them. Those dresses were hideous, as were their hairdos. Sigyn had chosen a garish orange color and uncomely braids for them. And if the ladies thought this would be the full extent of their trials, they were wrong. Loki had brewed up a special potion just for Sigyn as a wedding gift to give to her bridesmaids later. Loki couldn't wait to see the results.

He walked down to his is parent's room where his father and brother were waiting for him. The Warrior's Three were there also, as was Sigyn's father.

"There he is! The man of the hour." Sigyn's father said. He embraced his prince with genuine joy. Never had he ever dreamed his daughter would marry so well.

"Loki, my son. Long have I worried about you. I feared you'd never find the right woman." Odin said, thrusting a cup of mead in his son's hand. Loki smiled and delighted in being in Odin's good graces, for once. While Sigyn spent the next two hours getting ready, Loki was going to spend his time laughing his ass off and getting drunk. It would only take him 15 minutes to finish getting ready.

"I am happy for you brother." Thor said with as much a genuine smile as he could fake. Loki had been forced to do the same right before Thor's wedding.

"So are we. For a while there we wondered if you were ergi!" Fandral said with a laugh. Odin, Volstagg, Hogun, and Sigyn's father all laughed too. Loki suppressed a scowl and Odin slapped his back.

"Of my two boys, you were the one I was worried about the most, but here you are, and I didn't even have to drag you to the altar." Odin said. Loki took a deep gulp of his mead and avoided looking at Thor.

"No, I dare say Lord Northman may become a grandfather sooner than nine months!" Fandral said right in front of Sigyn's father. Loki gave him a death glare.

"It's alright my prince. I am not blind to my daughter's activities. That you are doing right by her today is enough for me." He said with rosy mead cheeks.

"Indeed! Whoever thought your fecundity would exceed Thor's!" Volstagg laughed, elbowing Thor for good measure. Thor did not look amused.

"Perhaps you should grant your sons a boon my King. An incentive to whoever makes you a grandfather first." Fandral said, joking.

"You know Fandral, that is not a bad idea. I think I will. You two hear that? Whichever of your wives bares me a healthy heir first, I'll grant you a boon. How does that sound?" Odin asked.

"A boon for sex? Oh whatever shall our princes do during their free time?" Fandral asked. Another round of laughing followed.

"I dare say the poor Lady Sigyn might not survive. You bugger the woman enough." Volstagg said.

"Oh, now you are exaggerating. I do not." Loki said, feeling blood rush to his cheeks.

"You needn't be embarrassed on my account son." Lord Northman said, taking another drink.

By the time the ceremony started Loki was ready to pass out from nerves alone. He felt relieved when Sigyn finally appeared, looking like an angel in her sparkly green gown. Her head looked like it had been attacked by a red rose bush, but she looked no less lovely for it.

When she reached the dais they knelt before Frigga and took the chalice filled with wine as their wrists were bound with ribbon. When Loki spoke his vows, he beamed a bright smile. Sigyn's lips trembled as a tear escaped her right eye. In that moment he knew, he loved her too. With Thor's eyes burning into his back, Loki felt twisted up inside. He was in love with two people.

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Thor watched as his love pledged love to another. It pained him, but he knew Loki had endured this already and now it was his turn. He felt torn open inside and even worse, he couldn't show it in the least. To do so would put both of them in danger. His father was watching. His father was always watching.

After the ceremony, Thor walked with Sif and they took up their seats at their table to dine. Sif's demeanor had changed towards him in the last few days. She didn't scowl and wasn't as cold, though they still had not really spoken to one another. He wondered what had transpired while he was away to make it so.

"You look nice tonight." Thor said to her.

"You as well." Sif said. She paused and Thor looked at her, knowing she had something to say.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"I'm sorry too. We were friends once. I wish we still were."

"We could be, if you talked to me. I've been hard on you. I know it can't be easy for any man, let alone someone like you, to admit that you have difficulties of an intimate nature. I've been meaning to ask you; do you even want to have children?"

"Yes, someday."

"But not right now?"

"I…it doesn't matter if it is now or later."

"It does, if you don't want them."

"I'm the heir to the throne Sif. What I want is irrelevant."

"I never thought about how caged you are, being in your position. Still, I would like you to look upon our children as a joy and not a duty. But even the process of making them…is it me? Are you in love with someone else? Is that why it is so hard for you to…?" The words died on her tongue.

"I was, but she moved on and married another." Thor said.

"Who? I never saw you with anyone. No one did."

"Servants are often ignored." Thor lied. It was taboo for a royal to marry a servant, and though Odin had never outright banned such a match, it was an unspoken rule. The ruling class does not marry the help.

"Do you think, in time, you could ever feel for me what you felt for her?"

"No. I'm sorry Sif, but no." Thor said. Tears sprang to Sif's eyes but she nodded in understanding. She looked so hurt, and she didn't deserve it. Thor pulled her into his arms and let her cry. People gave them odd looks but then did their best to ignore them. He rubbed her back as she sobbed and massaged her scalp with his fingers, letting her cry it out.

"Once you've bore me a son, I will understand if you take a lover." Thor said.

"No, I can't do that. I know my affections are one sided, but I could never betray you so. I took vows and I meant them."

"If one day, you change your mind, I will understand. You just have to be discreet." Thor said.

"What of you? Will you take a lover?"

"No. My heart is broken." Thor said.

"Then let us be friends again." Sif said. "We have despaired for too long. Will you dance with me?" Sif asked. Thor gave her a sad smile and cupped her cheek.

"I'd like that." He said. They got up and went to the dancefloor, holding each other close. The view of them holding each other like that was a relief to all who witnessed it. Whatever trouble had been haunting their marriage, it looked to be behind them.

"Ahhh! My face!" Screamed one of Sigyn's bridesmaids. Big pimples and pustules had erupted on her cheeks and nose.

"Goodness! Did you get stung by a bee?" Asked another.

"It's happening to you too!"

"What? No!" The five women all shrieked and fled the room as their facial sores burst with green ooze. Sigyn chuckled as she lifted a cup to her lips.

"Who's the slater now?" Sigyn chuckled as she lifted her cup to her lips.

"Did my gift meet your expectations darling?" Loki asked.

"It exceeded them husband. I believe my heartfelt thanks are in order."

"Will you be on your knees thanking me?"

"Knees, hands, or any other position that please you." She said.