Holly and Loki sat at the head of the table during the reception, hands never leaving each other. She was so giddy. She was finally married to him.

"Did I mention how exquisite you look?" Loki murmured quietly in her ear, fingers interlocking through hers. A pink blush crept up her neck and to her cheek.

"Maybe once or twice." She whispered as he kissed her gently, his finger gently trailing down her jawline.

"You'll hear it a few times more." He grinned back at her, straightening in his chair. Their fingers stayed locked, resting on his strong, muscular upper thigh. Holly's eyes found Thor and Jane on the dance floor, elegantly dancing some sort of Asgardian way. "Would you like to dance, Princess Holly?" he asked quietly, squeezing her hand. The title was something she would have to get used to.

"Please, Prince Loki." She answered in the same tone, standing as he pushed his chair back from the table. He led her out to an open area and began to guide her as Thor did. Being unbelievably clumsy, she was unable to keep up at first but latched onto the moves.

"You learn quickly." He noted, arm resting around her waist as they circled each other.

"I do." Holly laughed as he spun her. "Hopefully it overrides my clumsiness." Her dress hadn't gotten in the way until the train wrapped around her ankle and caused her to trip. Loki reacted quickly; wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his body. Seemingly unfazed, he lifted her off the ground and plopped her back down, continuing the dance.

"You spoke far too soon." He teased her, hand sliding across the small of her back.

"I almost fell in front of all of Asgard." Holly said, embarrassed. He kissed her cheek as the song ended, placing her hand in the crook of his arm.

"I caught you." He grinned. "I would never let you fall."

"I know." She replied, walking closely as they approached a group of people to engage in conversation.

Some were still hesitant to trust Loki after all that he had done. He was the God of Mischief, of course, but he could be trusted if the people would only look deep enough.

Holly stayed quiet throughout the conversation as Loki talked politics and magic; things that she had no knowledge on. Her hand rested in the crook of his arm; thumb running over the fabric that separated their skin. His had gently snaked around her back after awhile, pulling her into his side.

The wine and mead flowed freely until the wee hours of the morning… it was then that Loki decided that he couldn't wait for his wedding night any longer. They said their goodbyes, trying not to rush out the door, but they were soon on their way up the stairs to their chamber, pinning each other against the wall along the way, pressing rough kisses to each other's necks and lips. Finally, they reached the door, smirking at each other.

"My wife," he scooped her off the ground and into his arms, using a flick of his wrist to open the door. "Shall we?"

"Oh, God. Please." She moaned playfully. Loki chuckled, closing the door behind him and gently setting her on the floor. The room was covered in a dim candlelight, the brightest being by the bed, which was covered in rose petals. "Loki?" she asked, turning to find him already shirtless, left only in his trousers and boots. He moved to stand right behind her, running his fingers down her arm slowly. Holly turned her head to look at him, met by his lips pressing against her temple. Her eyes fluttered closed as he intertwined their fingers, pulling her back against his body. One hand moved to the back of her dress, unbuttoning each button slowly, revealing her beautifully pale skin. His lips placed gentle pecks down the side of her face and to her shoulder, pushing the lace off gently. His free hand moved to her stomach, thumb gently massaging her skin through her white dress. She let out a shaky breath as he pulled the dress down to her hips. "Did you do all this?" Holly finally asked, kissing the side of his head as he left a mark on her shoulder.

"Yes," he mumbled against her skin, lifting his head to look into her eyes.

"You're wonderful, you know that?" she whispered, turning in his arms to gaze up at him. Loki smiled as she rolled onto her tiptoes, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. His hand cupped her jawline gently as he kissed her deeply.

"I'm going to make love to you tonight." He whispered in her ear, breathing in her heady scent.

"Loki, please." She whimpered, hands dragging down his long arms and to his palms, interlocking their fingers. He turned her back around and motioned to the bed.

"Kneel and face forward." He instructed gently, pressing a hand to the small of her back. She obeyed and he began to pull the pins from her hair, placing each in a bowl with an audible "clink." With her curls left flowing freely down her back, he placed the bowl on a table near the bed and returned to her, sliding a hand around her waist and flipping her onto her back. Holly lay with her legs dangling off the bed, hair and arms splaying around her head. He grinned down at her as she began to slide her body backwards on the bed. His hands gripped the bottom of her dress, pulling it off her body swiftly. She was left in her corset and underwear, blushing beautifully as he crawled up the length of her body, placing small kisses onto her soft skin. His knee nudged her legs apart so he could settle between them, resting on his forearms so he could place kisses onto her lips effortlessly, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Holly's hands moved up the length of his torso, memorizing every muscle. He unclasped her bra and threw it to the side, beginning a loving attack on her breasts. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, nails raking up his shoulders. A small chuckle left his throat.

"Kiss me." She murmured, pulling on his arms.

"As you wish, my love." He teased gently, slipping a hand inside her underwear to rub her swollen lips as he accommodated her. Earning a gasp, he slipped the underwear down her legs and tossed them with the corset. He sped up the process by flicking his wrist and allowing his pants and boots to disappear into thin air. "So ready for me." Loki mumbled, moving back up her body and positioning himself at her entrance. Locking their eyes, he pushed into her, his fingers gently trailing over her cheekbone. She moaned quietly. Once he had filled her, he began to pull back just a bit. Her legs locked tightly around his waist. He was incredibly slow with his thrusts, focusing on kissing and feeling her body beneath his.

"I love you so much." She whispered, feeling his hand trail down to her clit.

"I love you more." He replied, rubbing patterned circles with his thumb until she let out a high-pitched cry, walls quaking around him and leading him into his own collapse.

Loki rested his head on her shoulder, staying inside of her as they sobered. When he went to move, she stopped him. "This is the closest I've ever felt to you… don't move." With a small smile, he rolled both their bodies to the side, staying inside of her as they drifted to sleep.