A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! I love you all dearly.

Fran

They were presented as Prince and Princess of Asgard. She had never thought in the entire life she would become a princess, not less from an entire different world. Not that she would be walking hand in hand with the man she used to hate, despise even, or that she would end up married to him. Yet she was, right this moment, walking inside the room she called 'big fancy room' surrounding by people cheering and clapping at their entrance.

She searched for the familiar face of Domé, because she clearly needed her, and found her pouring a drink to the guests. She waved a hand at her and grinned widely. If she was to look for someone, aside from Loki's mother, to be happy about this bonding it was Domé, and no matter how little they knew each other Natasha sought for her approval knowing she knew Loki better than she did.

She took a seat and Loki did the same next to her. A ball was to take place to celebrate the union, everyone was dancing to a soft music in the background and she watched them with joy.

Loki moved beside her, standing up before her and reaching for her hand.

"May I have this dance?" he asked smiling sweetly at her. She nodded slowly, getting up from her chair and letting him lead her to the dance floor.

Just like the movies, like the many chick flicks she had watched with her friend in her youth, the couples moved aside to give them room, staring at the loving newlyweds. One of his hands came to rest on her lower waist, while the other held her hand tightly. Giving how tall he was, he was way taller than her, her head came to rest on his chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart.

They swayed to the soft music in silence, neither of them wanting to break the moment between them. Both of them enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

"I didn't know you could dance" she asked lifting her head briefly to look at his eyes.

"It was mandatory for us to learn, as future kings."

"You're not that bad."

"Thank you" he smiled politely.

They felt silence, each of them just enjoying the music.

"I forgot to thank you for the gift," Natasha spoke "it was beautiful."

"You deserve that and more my princess."

She laughed softly, he frowned confused "I'm sorry, it just sounds weird to be called a princess, I'm hardly one"

"How do you wish me to call you?"

"Natasha, just Natasha."

"Your wish is my command, Natasha" he whispered. She was starting to love the way her name sounded on his lips.

"Thank you."

"I should have mentioned before, but you looked gorgeous today" he whispered. He was slightly blushing, which made her warm up inside.

"Well you didn't look bad yourself" she responded smiling in return "I like the signature color."

"Yes, I just could not leave it aside."

They kept on swaying, even as the couple surrounding them left the dance floor, they stood there, glued to each other's body. Natasha's eyes now stared at his lips, unable to look away and he had noticed this, looking at her own as well.

"Lady Natasha, may I kiss you again?" he whispered. Her heart cringed inside her chest at how sweet the question was. He was seriously asking her maybe afraid she would take it as a disrespectful act, to kiss her.

"Yes…" she spoke, her voice turning into a whisper.

His head moved closer, his arms now wrapping around her waist, and his lips made contact with hers. Just like the first time, the mere touch sent shivers down her spine. She didn't care who was watching, she didn't care about being surrounded by each and every Asgardian, she only care about the sensations his lips were making her feel and how they moved hungrily upon hers. Her hands reached for the curls on the back of his head, caressing them softly and enjoying how soft they felt on her fingers.

They broke apart reluctantly; air was becoming a problem for both of them. He smiled widely, his hands caressing her cheeks sweetly.

"Natasha I…"

"BROTHER!" Thor's yelling surprised them, he walked towards them and pat Loki's back and grinning. "May I steal your bride?"

"What?" Loki frowned at his brother's request. He not an hour after marriage, and he was already getting possessive of her.

"For a dance, brother, just a dance." Thor spoke, pulling Natasha off his brother's arms. She shared one last look with him, already missing his touch.

Just like Loki had done, Thor dragged her towards the dance floor and spun her before pulling her body towards his. She laughed, couldn't help it really.

"My brother looks happy." Thor spoke while they swayed to the music. She searched for Loki's face among the crowd and found him dancing with his mother; he was indeed smiling happily at her. She loved to believe she was the cause of his happiness.

"Yes, he does." she whispered.

"You are the reason why he smiles again, Lady Natasha." Thor told her "You bought my old brother back, gave him the love he needed and crave."

"I think he gave me something I've long for too," she whispered "and thought would never get."

"Is it love?"

She turned her face towards the crowd, where Loki still danced with his mother. He had looked around to, his eyes glued to hers, grinning widely.

"Maybe it is." she spoke, her eyes never leaving Loki's

"He is a lucky man for having you." Thor spoke and Natasha wondered, for the first time, if he knew after agreeing with this deal, her feeling for Loki would change and she would begin to love him like she had not intended to.

"Perhaps I'm the lucky one."

The nervousness hit her again, like an uncontrollable shiver running through every inch of her body. She knew very well what was supposed to happen behind her bedroom doors, and she had no expected to feel like a teenager again. Sweaty palms and butterflies in her stomach included.

They reached her room, Loki stood behind her and she pushed the door open quickly, almost tripping clumsily on her dress. Why she was acting like this was beyond her. They stood awkwardly next to each other; Loki balanced on his heels as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, neither of them emitting a word.

"Well…" he spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence "I believe this is where…"

"Yeah…"

"I…" he turns around towards her, slowly and she takes in a breath before releasing it loudly. Loki looks down at his feet, rubbing his temples and sighing "I think I better leave you here to rest, Lady Natasha."

"What?" she snapped, frowning at him. Not that she was expecting anything to happen, thought secretly a part of her heart (body) wanted to.

"You look exhausted and it has been an incredibly tiresome day"

"Loki…"

"I will return to my bedchambers so you can get your proper rest. Goodnight"

He walked away quickly, closing the door behind him. Her heart broke a little. She wasn't expecting anything, she wasn't expecting sex, she wasn't expecting a full make out session, she just wanted to feel his body lying next to her on the bed, wake up seeing his smile and for him to cradle her head on his chest.

Instead of that, for whatever reason, she only got her empty and cold bed.

This wasn't the way her first night as a married woman was supposed to go. Not at all.

TBC.