AN: And here it finally is! Chapter 10! You guys have been waiting forever for it and I finally brought it to you~ I've also finished revising all of the chapters and extended quite a few of them. There are a few extra lines in most of them so they are all worth re-reading. (especially chapter 2 and 8 they were extended a lot) SO HERE YOU ARE!
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Once the two men arrived back home in New York they were instantly swept away into the preparations for Clint and Natasha's wedding. Loki was ecstatic. Natasha had of course chosen him to be her Best Man. Their ceremony wasn't going to be too much bigger than Tony and Loki's but was still quite elegant. Loki ran around with Natasha everywhere to pick out decorations, the cake, the catering, and Loki's favourite part: the dress.
Loki would have nothing but perfection for his best friend. The dress had to fit her absolutely perfectly. Tony was glad this was one endeavor he did not have to join Loki in. Whilst they were doing that, he and Clint had time to plan the stag party. While they wished they could go to a strip club or something they knew Steve would be uncomfortable there, and well, Natasha would probably rip their heads off and eat them for breakfast. So they decided the next best bet would be a wild party at Stark tower. Tony had invited nearly everyone they had come in contact with over the last decade and the place was packed. Music could be heard from blocks away, and Clint was carried around the room on various shoulders as everyone grew more inebriated. Tony couldn't control his laughter and Clint was once again scooped onto someone's shoulders and carried around the room. Slander arms wrapping around his waist distracted him from the sight of his friend panicking.
"Hey babe," Tony said turning his head to give Loki a soft kiss. "Where have you been all night? I thought you were going to be going to Tasha's party."
Loki chuckled, "unfortunately she would not allow me to go as it was "girls only". As for where I have been, I have been catching up with some old friends from High School. You probably don't remember them because they were the kind that stayed in the Library most of the time and played Dungeons and Dragons. Turns out most of them have become pretty successful in life. It was great seeing them again."
Tony smiled and turned completely so he was facing Loki. "So they were the ones who taught you Dungeons and Dragons," he chuckled.
Loki rolled his eyed, "quite the contrary. I taught myself and perfected their skills."
Tony smirked and pulled Loki out onto the dance floor as some more upbeat music started. The night carried on until the last guest stumbled out of the tower around 3 in the morning. Tony dumped a wasted Clint off of his couch and recruited him, Steve, Bruce, Thor, and Loki to help clean up. It didn't take them long before they were all lying across the couches again, exhausted.
"It can't believe I'm getting married in two days," Clint breathed out.
"I can't believe Tasha has to put up with you for the rest of your life," Tony chuckled.
"That's it, JARVIS; you're my new best man. You're the only one who appreciates me around here," Clint threw a hand into the air in defeat.
"Terribly sorry sir, but as I have no corporeal body I would not be able to stand by you at the altar. I could have Mr. Stark manufacture me one, but I am sure standing by you at the wedding would not be on my agenda once I have obtained mobility."
Everyone watched Clint's eyes widen at JARVIS' words. They knew Clint was terrified of robots growing too intelligent and taking over the world. JARVIS had even stored it in his memory bank by Tony's command so he could have a laugh every once in a while.
"Th-that's okay JARVIS. I think having Tony as my best man will do," Clint stuttered out.
"If that is how you feel, and I was just getting excited about finally having a body."
"Alright JARVIS, I'll see what I can do," Tony smirked.
"Thank you sir," the AI said almost smugly.
"Tony you aren't actually going to?" Clint's eyes were wide.
The room filled with laughter again; Clint's question going unanswered for the rest of the night.
The hall was still and quiet as the cellos echoed across the white marble walls of the small church. Stained glass created a colourful glow across the waiting spectators turned to the opening mahogany doors. Everyone watched as she stepped onto the white carpet littered with deep red rose petals. The spider-web-like lace train trailed up and framed her legs t one foot in front of the other. Around mid thigh the silvery lace met with pure white fabric that also trailed back in the back to meet with the train. The white framed her body in a corset like fashion with a red sash around her waist that met up with red ribbon, tied in the back to complete the corset look. A sweet heart neckline perfectly extenuated her chest, with the added detail of a silvery web snaking across the left breast. She held a bouquet of roses like the petals laying out the path in front of her. A diamond and ruby widow necklace sat on her collar bone. Her fiery locks curled perfectly and set with a tiara and veil. She was the epitome of beauty and all eyes were on her.
Her eyes though, were on Clint. While no one else noticed, he could look no better. His white tux, black vest, and red tie sat on him perfectly. He slicked his hair back, which was unusual but made him look gorgeous. A smile spread across Natasha's red coated lips as she made her way to the man she loved. At the altar Loki gave her away with a kiss on the hand and stood behind her. Natasha and Clint face each other, taking each other's hand.
"You are the most beautiful woman ever," Clint smiled as the priest began to speak.
"I couldn't find a more perfect man," Natasha commented with a bright smile.
"Your vows," the priest turned to Clint. Clint nodded and looked to Natasha, and became enraptured in her incandescent blue eyes.
"Natasha, I don't have much that I can say that you do not already know. I've been caught up in your web since pre-school, and honestly I don't think I could have fallen for a better woman. You are fiery, in charge, gorgeous. But you're also sweet and love strawberries and late night movies while I stroke you're beautiful ginger locks. I promise to love and cherish you forever, in sickness and in health, through the good times and through the bad, 'till after death." Clint smiled, "stole that bit from those two. But it's true. This whole endeavor has brought light to my eyes. If there is only this life, or many others, I will always love only you. Nothing can stop that."
Tears flooded Natasha's eyes as her lips parted to speak. "I'm marrying the biggest oaf," she chuckled. The crowd chuckled along with her through their elated tears. "Clint, you were the first friend I ever made because everyone else was too scared of me. But you absolutely loved it when I would push you down and take your crayons. I honestly think you might be a masochist. But I realized not that long ago that it was actually love. You loved me from that day we met in pre-school and I loved you from the moment you proposed in kindergarten, because I finally found someone who wasn't afraid of me, but loved who I was already. You never stopped loving me as I grew older, became a pissy teenager and more bossy. You were just an oaf with a big grin, and a heart to match. I've never felt safer in anyone's arms than yours. I know you'll be there when I lose the next man I call my best friend, to hold me. I promise to love and cherish you forever, in sickness and in health, through the good times and through the bad, until after death. For a thousand years, and a thousand more."
"Do you, Clint Barton, take Natasha Romanov, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Hell yes," Clint smirked. "I mean, I do," he fixed as Natasha gave him a scorning look.
"And do you, Natasha Romanov, take Clint Barton to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Always," Natasha smiled. "I do."
"May we have the rings?" The priest asked Tony. Tony smiled and pulled them from his jacket and handed them to the happy couple. Clint slipped a beautiful diamond with a silver band onto Natasha's finger and she slipped a silver band with an inset diamond onto Clint's. "I now pronounce you MR. and Mrs. Barton. You may kiss the bride."
Throwing her arms around Clint's neck, Natasha connected their lips. Clint wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, deepening the kiss. They smiled and the crowd cheered and congratulated them, both lost in the warm lips of the other.
The reception started with the cutting of the cake, Natasha effectively covering all of Clint's face in it. On he washed up the two moved onto the dance floor for the first dance. As 'A Thousand Years' began to play they started into a graceful waltz which soon melted into them swaying while holding each other close. Other's joined inn at that point and everyone else mingled and ate the food and drank the alcohol. Everyone settled comfortably into the atmosphere as the party went on.
"May I have this dance?" Loki asked, holding his hand out as the music slowed down again. Tony looked at the hand nervously before taking it. "Relax Anthony. I know one of the reasons we didn't dance to a slow song at our wedding was because you aren't very good at it." Loki pulled him out onto the dance floor and grabbed his waist with his left hand, putting Tony's hand up on his arm.
'Take my hand. I'll teach you to dance.'
Loki led Tony into a simple waltz, pushing him around the dance floor. As Tony became used to it they started to glide. Eyes turned to them as they and the few others on the dance floor moved around each other smoothly. Tony could see the smiles on their friends' faces as they watched the two. He knew Natasha and Thor had been concerned when they did not have a slow dance together at their wedding. Loki did not want to force Tony into one though, since he did not know how to dance very well. They had settled for dancing to 'Safety Dance' as an alternative. This though, this was something different, something Tony didn't see.
The intimacy of the dance, and the pure love that came out of it now revealed itself to Tony. Loki's warm body pressed to his and the electricity flowing between their linked hands. He could feel Loki's breath against his ear, count every heart beat, and watch the lights play tricks in his emerald eyes. Gliding around the room to a anthem of love seemed no better an idea to Tony than it had in that moment. He rested his head against Loki's chest with a deep sigh and closed his eyes, allowing Loki to completely lead him. This was how he wanted everything to be, just him and Loki, forever. Tony smiled though an ache spread through his chest. He needn't think of those sad things now. He had Loki, here, in his arms, right now. That was all that mattered. Tony pulled his head away from Loki's chest and gave him a toothy grin.
"I love you so much Loki," he breathed.
"I love you too, Anthony." Loki gave a lopsided smile, his eyes shining with happy, unshed tears.
Tony stood on his toes and lightly captured Loki's lips with his, moving them together slowly and endearingly. Loki smiled and held Tony close to him, allowing a few of his tears to escape him and fall onto their awaiting lips, disappearing into their kiss. Nothing meant more to him than this moment. Just him and Tony sharing a kiss after their first slow dance together at his best friend's wedding. He pressed his forehead to Tony's and gave him a smile before Tony kissed away the rest of the tears threatening to spill over Loki's eyes.