"Loki!" Thor ran to the bed. Loki was back to normal and in his natural Jotunn skin. Gone was Luka's waist length black hair and the short red hair. Loki's hair was black again and shoulder length. His body frame was back to what Thor had always known it to look, neither bulky nor feminine. Only now, Thor could see the new addition between his legs. The truth long hidden under Odin's enchantment. His body was as it was born naturally.

"How do I look?"

"You look like you."

"Thor if I weren't already so incredibly sated, I'd make love to you again. I would not have healed without your help."

"I've always loved you Loki. I never could understand why you couldn't love yourself. Your transformation made plain to me the severity of your plight. I am glad you overcame it. It is good you are sated. We should probably wait until our wedding night before we make love again."

"The wedding! Shit! My dress! My gown won't fit me now and even if it did, it wouldn't look right on this body. It'll have to be edited, and quickly. I need to go find mother." Loki tried to get up from the bed but Thor stopped him.

"No! The wedding is in three days. We should keep this a secret."

"Why?"

"Entertainment value." Thor's mischievous smile made Loki proud.

"Ooh. Yes. You go fetch mother then." Loki said. "But, um, shower first." Thor took off to the bathroom and Loki fell back on the bed for a moment to rest. It wasn't just the sex that tired him out. The magic had too. He had memories from being both people and seeing the different points of view crash together inside his head had been painful. He remembered being made fun of and making fun of himself. He remembered being jealous of and proud of himself. He remembered feeling loved, accepted, hated, and rejected. And through it all, there had been Thor, showing him how beautiful he was. That man deserved a special reward.

XxXxXxXx

For three days before the wedding, no one saw Luka or Loki save for the royal family and the palace seamstress. For some reason the woman was looking rather frantic and haggard. Did the princess suddenly gain weight? Was she pregnant? What happened that required such intensive last minute alterations? And why aren't the servants allowed in her room? And where is Loki?

The night before the wedding a grand feast was held to welcome the foreign dignitaries and guests. Jotunnheim had not been invited. The guests found it odd that the bride and her other half were both absent from the receiving line. However, Frigga made up some bullshit about her being sequestered until the vows and everyone shrugged it off. The royal family obviously had some sort of surprise up their sleeves.

Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun all dragged Thor out for his stag night. They took him to the same tavern they took Loki too that one night. Sif did not tag along this time.

"Where is Loki? How is it that your brother is not with us on this night?"

"He is with Luka tonight, to keep her company. He said he didn't want to see me do anything that could get me into trouble with her."

"Ah! Of course. Then it is very good that he is not here with us!" Volstagg said. The men laughed and caroused all night. They did things and tried to do things that would certainly get Thor into trouble. They returned the golden prince to the palace at four in the morning, the day of his wedding.

"Thor. Get up." It was Odin. Thor grunted. It was 10 am. "Thor. The wedding is in an hour. Your mother will geld you if you are not on the dais before Loki walks down the aisle."

"Five more minutes." Thor muttered. Odin chuckled.

"Let me guess. Fandral hired the very beautiful and very talented Jasmina, The Tri-Titty Dancer."

"She was really flexible. She put things in places I never thought would fit." Thor sat up and rubbed his eyes. A lock of golden hair was plastered to his cheek by drool.

"Please tell me you didn't fuck her. Loki will slay you before the sun sets."

"I didn't fuck her. Fandral did though. Actually, I think I remember all three of my friends going upstairs with her at the same time."

"How did you get home then?"

"I think the matron stuffed me into a carriage."

"She deserves a wergild. Go bathe. You smell of ale and vomit." Odin said. Thor made a face. He could taste the vomit. Thor shuffled to the bathroom. He stood in the hot shower for a solid fifteen minutes just to wake up. He scrubbed down everywhere before getting out. When he exited the shower, he looked in the mirror and considered his options. Luka had mentioned once that she preferred Thor without the beard. On their wedding day, he wanted to honor that private desire.

He picked up the razor and in a few quick strokes with soap lather and a blade, made his face hair free for the first time in centuries. He brushed his teeth and applied scented oil to his skin, then walked out of the bathroom naked and stood by the roaring fire to help his hair dry quickly. He did not braid it or pull it back but let it cascade freely down his shoulders. In his closet his wedding attire hung, freshly pressed and tailor made for this momentous occasion. He donned his golden ceremonial armor and put on a blue cape instead of his signature red. It was their wedding color, in honor of Loki. When he was ready he made the short stroll to the great hall and stood upon the dais and waited.

Everyone noticed that the beard was gone. Hundreds of people stared and commented. Thor looked over to his left and noticed that his friends all looked in presentable, but rough condition. The more he looked at them the more he noticed that they were avoiding direct eye contact with one another. He'll have to tell Loki so he can make the most of this blackmail fodder. After standing on the dais for what felt like an eternity, all the guests and officials were finally in place and the music started. The great doors at the end of the hall opened and Loki stepped through to the curious eyes of the people of Asgard.

Most had assumed that since Loki was not on the dais next to Frigga that he would be escorting the bride down the aisle. Some had even wondered if they would be witnessing a tri-way marriage vow. When Loki stepped forth the collective gasp of the people was so loud it made Loki chuckle. His white wedding dress had been transformed, last minute, into something more masculine and form fitting. Gone was the long train and bell skirts. With slim hips and wide shoulders, he had to change how the fabric hung on his body. Now he wore a highly tailored jacket that covered him from chin to ankle. The sleeves were extra wide at the wrists, large enough to accommodate a thigh. The neck of the robe jacket curled up in an almost turtle effect, if not for the very deep V going down the center of Loki's chest, revealing a tiny infinitesimal sliver of blue skin. The edges were embroidered with a blue flower motif, which Loki did not change from the original design. Underneath the white robe, Loki wore white pants. On his wrist was his bracelet, which would mark him as Thor's wife. Loki decided not to change that either. In his hands he carried a bouquet of red roses which complemented his ruby red eyes. After taking his sweet time walking to the dais, Loki stood before Thor and smiled.

"You shaved." He said.

"You touched yourself this morning."

"How do you know that?" Loki blushed.

"Because you are far too relaxed for these proceedings." Thor said, making Loki chuckle. The temple priest cleared his throat quite loudly and then began the ceremony. Frigga barely kept it together when she wrapped her children's wrists with the binding ribbon. Her chin trembled like a California earthquake as she fought to keep the tears at bay. At the end of the ceremony the priest pronounced them married and the pair kissed passionately before the entire kingdom.

At the high table in the feasting hall, Loki and Thor sat in the place of honor. For once Odin and Frigga were off to the side. It provided the people a preview of Asgard's future, and it looked very bright. Loki smiled ear to ear, feeling more comfortable in his skin than he had ever felt, even from before the split. He had confidence, a new trait that had been hard earned. He and Thor kissed openly all night before their wedding guests. It was important to Thor that people know that he love Loki in this form. That he always had and always would.

Finally, they retired to their honeymoon suite, and waiting there was a little something Loki had for Thor.

"Get naked and get on the bed. I'll be right back." Loki said. He ran into the bathroom and put on his lingerie. Like his wedding dress this too had been designed with Luka in mind. He saw no reason to change it one bit. He rolled the white stockings up his thighs which were topped with little white bows. He pulled on the white lace panties and the corset and looked in the mirror. He liked everything he saw. He stepped out of the bathroom prepared to rock Thor's world.

Thor was asleep on the bed, snoring like a chainsaw.

The End