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Mentions of incest rape and abuse.

Loki took a deep breath and glanced back at the guards, who had their spears pointed. He couldn't help the fear that slid through him upon seeing those sharp points. He glanced back at his father, who was outright sneering at them.

"I would never harm the old queen before my son took her thrown. Stand down." He growled in irritation at them, and they couldn't help but give into fear and listen. "Now-" He turned back to the two, looking them over. "I'll sit down, after I'm allowed to speak to my son, in private."

Loki didn't want to speak with him, but when Laufey gripped his arm and yanked him away from Frigga, he hadn't a choice. He gulped and followed his father, wincing at the tight grip on his arm. "I need one moment," He murmured back to Frigga.

Laufey pulled him to the corner, his gripped still hard. "I hope you bruise. You're a disgrace to Jotunheim, Loki. You were supposed to be my great soldier, my biggest ally. When we set up this betrothel, you knew you were supposed to come and take over; allow us to take over. But I can tell, seeing you in this dress, in this paint, in this home, you're heart has melted. Instead of the ice we instilled, you're soft. You're disgusting."

Loki laughed, "I'm disgusting? Look at yourself, father. You beat your children mindlessly, trying to harden us for a battle? And you actually thought that around the warmth of actual love, we wouldn't thaw? You've never thought, and you never will."

Laufey slapped him and hissed, "I hope this new king sees the scars I've given you and is disgusted."

"He's seen my scars, and he loves me."

"Of course he has, whore. Did you undress upon arrival?"

"You were the only suitor to force me nude as soon as I arrived, Father." Loki pushed him away. That had happened. When Loki first started rebelling, he had received letter from an anonymous, wanting to meet with him. He got dressed deliciously, only to meet his father, in a dark inn. His father set money on the table, forced him into nudity, and raped him, as Loki had not been consenting at this time.

Laufey shook his head and walked off to take his seat, muttering, "Disrespectful ant."

Loki swallowed and shook his head, making sure he was fine before turning to Frigga and returning to her side. He took her arm and kissed her cheek. "I am fine. Shall we start?" He asked, smiling at her. He was fine. He was amazing. He stood up to a frost giant. His own father.

He felt indestructible, but as soon as the music and the ceremony started, he felt small, nervous. He felt as if the scars on his body were bigger than they were, screaming for patrons to stare and jeer at him.

But he took a deep breath and smiled softly. He was fine.

The guards looked at each other, then glanced at Frigga. The comment put them on edge and they tightened their grips on the spear handles. They felt fear and their hands advisably shook, but they had listened.

Even Frigga was quite suspicious of the words - 'before my son took her thrown' - but she nodded once to the guards, silently telling them also to stand down.

They shouldn't have, but they lowered their spears and stood back, though close enough that they could quickly defend her if Laufey did try anything.

Then suddenly Frigga was jerked forward as Loki was yanked away from her. Her hand had still been in his and Frigga had not let up her hold, but Loki being pulled from her grip caused her to stumble and jerk as well, and the guards immediately reached out and steadied her.

Frigga's forehead wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. Her lips pulled thin across her face and she tugged her arms out of the guards hold. She was going to protest and insist that Loki stay with her, after all they had no time for this, though Frigga was never able to get a word out.

Frigga watched, though with arms crossed over her chest, keeping a very close watch on Laufey. Yes, Laufey dare not touch her or any of her people in her own kingdom, but Loki was his rightful son and was able to harm him, though Frigga would step in before that could ever happen.

Frigga could hear non of the words spoken and though she wanted to step closer to ease drop, she didn't. She stayed where she was, but she was counting down the seconds. She would only give a few more minutes, until she stepped in and took Loki back.

Laufey was up to no good, Frigga knew. And when Laufey had slapped Loki, it had rung through the halls and Frigga immediately went to step in.

But the guards rushed her before she was able to and held her back. The guards had to protect her, it was there duty, even if that meant leaving the prince wide open for attack.

Frigga slowly turned to the guards, "Un-hand me, now!" Frigga's words were spoken low and drip with cold, hard poison.

She held a menacing look in her eyes and it frightened the guards. Frigga was gentle and kind, always, but she was subject to anger too, and being as patient as she was, it made her all the more frightening when she did show her aggression.

The guards glanced at one another and they gulped visably, but released her arms and let her go.

Frigga hiked up her dress and immediately rushed over to Loki, meeting him on his way back to her. Frigga's face now turned to a look of concern and she gently reached her arms out, but hesitated to touch the prince. Her hands were slightly shaking and she was looking Loki over, "A-are you alright my dear?"

Even her voice was filled with concern and anyone would have heard it. "Did he hurt you badly?" Frigga now laid her hands gently on either side of Loki's face and examined the place where Laufey had slapped him.

No cuts or redness.

But then she glanced down at Loki's arms, the places where Laufey had grabbed him so roughly and held him with too firm a grip. Loki looked like a delicate flower, and Frigga was sure Loki was able to defend himself, but she was afraid that he would get bruising from the brutes hands.

Frigga's face fell even further, not into sorrow rather then concern, when Loki placed a kiss to her cheek and stated he was alright. Frigga swollowed hard. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him in close.

She held him in a warm and protective embrace for minutes on end, but released him slowly. Frigga looked into Loki's eyes, tears wetting the back of her own. "I promise, he will never be able to lay hands on you again after this day."

Frigga swallowed hard and nodded her head. She held onto Loki for dear life now, almost afraid that it would happen again if she didn't, and she tried to smile back.

But anyone could see the pain behind that smile.

She took a deep breath as well and nodded to Loki, "Let us enter now." And they did. The music had started already and Odin's voice could be heard out across the massive throne room and through the doors.

It was a speech, short, though a speech none the less. Odin introduced Thor and upon hearing his name, Thor stepped out from behind blood red curtains. The whole kingdom must have been there, the entire room was filled to each corner with people.

It was a big day though, a day their prince wedded, and the people wouldn't miss it for the world. When Thor emerged, the crowed clapped and cheered, and Thor waved and smiled that large charming smile of his.

Then Odin proceeded and ushered to the door far at the other end of the hall; he announced Loki's name and everyone turned to watch.

When Frigga heard Loki's name, the guards immediately opened the doors in union and she took a deep breath one more time, before looking at Loki smiling and gently tugging him with her.

She held her head high and made sure Loki did the same. She walked in silence and walked a pace Loki could keep up, though Frigga seemed to be trying to rush Loki to where Thor stood, also done-up.

The whole room got quiet, save for the soft background music playing. Everyone stared, everyone's eyes where fixated on Loki. Some gasped and some allowed their jaws to drop noticeably. An unsettling thing yes, but Frigga did not care anymore for the peoples opinion, then she had for Laufey's.

Loki knew he wasn't bleeding, nor was his face bruised. If one thing his people gave, it was tough facial skin. If nothing else, it was that, and it was a blessing for situations like that. He smiled at Frigga, "I promise you, he's done worse. I am perfectly fine." And he was. His arm hurt a bit, sure, but he was ok. He was a survivor. And one that was going to escape his hell soon.

Loki hugged the woman back, not realizing she would be quite so worried. He held onto her tightly, as if to console her as she consoled him. He took deep breaths, clinging to her lovingly. In this day alone, he had gained a mother ten times more amazing than his own. He loved this woman. Truly and wholly, he loved her; And her son.

Loki met her gaze and heard her promise, reaching up to wipe under her eyes carefully, making sure to let her know of the tears that threatened to break free. "I know, Frigga. And you can't begin to understand how relieved I am, hearing that. You are all setting me free and saving my life, and I want to thank you, And Thor. And Odin."

He held onto her just as tightly, not even worried of getting her cold anymore. They both needed this. "Please, forget your pain, and rejoice. Your son and I are marrying, Frigga." He kissed her temple after whispering those words ever so gently into her ear.

Loki heard Odin speak and his footsteps were soft. When he heard Thor's name, and the cheers, he smiled warmly. He could just imagine Thor's smile and his wave. It felt as if Loki had known Thor his entire life, and not just this day. It was amazing to have that connection. And to have someone return the connection, the adoration, the attraction with you? Sublime in every aspect of the word. He knew he would not be greeted with the same love that the crowd had greeted Thor, but he had grown used to it.

Even in his home, people gawked at his size and appearance. He was disgusting to them and he wasn't going to be exactly gorgeous to these people at first, either, although he hoped that after time, they would accept them and allow him peace with Thor.

Loki heard his name and he smiled, walking along with Frigga as soon as she started. He smiled, heart racing in his blue, lined chest. They stepped together. They stepped in unison. The old and the new, an era of change one would've never expect but for surely welcome.

He smiled, his head high, even as people gawked. They were silent, and staring, not cheerful and loud as they had been for Thor. Loki didn't mind, though, for he could see his husband. And the man took his breath away.

He walked with Frigga's pace, matching it with knowledge of what she seemed to be trying. He was staring at Thor, breathless and smiling.

The blond was so beautiful, so perfect. His clothes fit him perfectly, and he could already smell his marvelous cologne. Loki felt like a priceless pearl on his own, but knowing that he was going to be beside Thor? He felt like rubbish. The Masculine Man was already so much better than he.

Loki would never get over how truly beautiful Thor was. He knew he kept thinking about it, but it kept bursting in his mind, the fact that this man was beautiful. Especially now, when he finally shook free of his thoughts and realized that Thor was directly in front of him. He smiled, swallowing hard with nervousness.

Frigga drew on Loki's strength and willed herself to look happy, because why shouldn't she be? This was a big day for her son and it was supposed to be a happy one.

But seeing Loki mistreated in front of her very eyes, it was hard to. But Loki was strong, he seemed alright just as he said, and Frigga smiled genuinely at that. The boy was magnifacent in every way; his look were beauty un-matched and his will to stay strong & rise above to more then he was (for he was raised to be a cold, hard man), it was inspiring and Frigga knew immediately then, that Loki would be the perfect Queen.

Loki had everything he needed to be.

So she smiled and did just as Loki had told her, she was letting go of the pain and being happy for Loki and her son Thor.

When they took the long walk toward Thor and Odin, Frigga and Loki looked simple divine. They glided, not walked, and they did so together, every step matching the other.

They truly were a sight to see; beauty and mystique. And that is exactly what Thor saw when his eyes found them and he staired just as the croud did.

But Thor was speakless; breathless. He had never seen anything more gorgeous in his young life. Loki looked simple perfect and his heart raced knowing that that was whom he was being wedded to.

But then Thor glanced over at his mother, right at his brides side, and she was just as magnifacent as he. But his mother had always been beautiful and breath taking and Thor couldn't help but smile at her as she was smiling at him.

Thor wanted to step down and walk straight to Loki, scoop him up in his arms and kiss him like there would be no sunrise tomorrow. But Thor had to wait, patiently with his hands folded infront of him; only able to watch as Frigga led his beloved to him.

It wasn't a long wait, however it felt like ages before Frigga and Loki arrived at the bottom steps of the throne.

Frigga never stopped smiling at her son and took hold of her dress, pulling up enough so she would not trip over it. She still held Loki's arm in hers and guided him up the stairs, one step at a time. She helped him and made sure he did not trip, and when they reached the platform Thor & Odin stood on, Frigga stopped and turned to Loki.

Frigga slipped her arm from his, but gently took both his hands in hers. She only smiled, but leaned in and gently placed a kiss on each of his cheeks, then pulled away and stood back, off to the side behind him.

Thor's breath immediately picked up and he stepped closer to Loki. He couldn't help himself, he instantly took Loki's hands in his and stared straight into Loki's blood red eyes.

"It has felt like an eternity without you by my side," Thor quietly spoke, never breaking eye contact. "You look more stunning then I could have ever imagined," Thor's heart was racing and his face was lit up, being true to his words.

Loki smiled as his cheeks were kissed. He turned and returned a single kiss to her left cheek and smiled at her softly. He loved one thing about her the most, and that was her overall acceptance and love towards him. She never once turned away or looked at him funny. Through the entire time they spent together, she always sent love towards him. He could never thank her enough.

Loki smiled sheepishly towards Thor and squeezed his hand, staring back into those deep blue eyes; He could get lost in them. He bit his lip softly, giving a quiet hum of approval as he looked the male over, his red eyes flicking down for a singular moment, less than a second, honestly.

"I know what you mean. The moment we split my heart yearned for you to return to my side, Thor." His dark cheeks grew a soft pink at the compliment and he smiled brighter, "I never knew you could look better than in the moment we had first met. Now, I do know. You look so terribly handsome, Thor. Men are jealous and women in the crowd are swooning as they stare."

It was true. Now, Asgardian men were by no means jealous creatures. They all found themselves to stunningly beautiful and golden, but everyone, Asgardian or other, found himself envious and joyous, when seeing the soon-to-be king.

Thor was the epitome of beauty. He was tall and tanned, as if the sun kissed him itself. His shoulders were broad, but not overly so, and you could see the perfect amount of muscular definition under his shirt. His face was a beauty all on its own. Every feature was perfectly perfect; enough so to make grown men, straight men weep with harden cocks if he flicked his tongue over his lips at the perfect time.

Loki smiled again, brushing the thoughts out of his head. He knew he was making women and men feel the same for him, although the feelings switched. Women were jealous of him and men wanted him.

His thin waist was more defined then most of the women in the crowd, his hair long and flowing and perfectly curled. Girls could fight with dyes for hours and still could not achieve his perfectly shaded black. His blue skin, although foreign and unusual to these people, was regal and exotic; they stare, tracing the lines with their eyes to try and understand what they meant, if they meant anything.

And of course they mean something. Everyone's lines meant something. They all had destinies written on their skins. His father, Laufey's lines, read something along the lines of:
"Cold man of anger and regret - Your children with be small and futile, but they will be remembered longer than you. Anguish and pain, suffering and deceit are your cohorts in life. Play with them carefully, ice king. Time is stolen."

His mother's read:
"You are vain and daft. The gods gifted you with beauty and took your brain, leaving your head hollow and your thoughts weak. You will always know the balances of a scale. You wish to be well off and will never be happy. You wish for children but never shall love them. You are the ultimate scale, ice queen. Your balance will not last."

And Loki's?:

"You are small, weak, born into a pain we regrettably submitted you to. Stay strong, stay beautiful. If you go down the path your lines trace, you will be saved by a light brighter than sunshine. Although, time is tricky; time will play with you, whore of Jotunheim, Prince of Jotunheim. If you are not careful, time will steal you from the sun and lock you back into the detested ice you barely escaped from. Stay careful, Whore. Lines are unkind."

Everyone's lines were to be read at birth, and everyone in Loki's home was taught to read them. Although, no one ever admitted their lines meant anything. That is why no one besides the Jotuns knew of their fates. That is why the ice people were so cold. They had to live into what they read. Even though they knew it was bad, they always had to live into it.

And Loki realized, he was staring at his sun.

Frigga accepted the kiss greatfully and had even brushed her hand over the spot where Loki's lips met her skin. It was something Frigga would remember forever and was honored to have gotten. She felt it was a good sign, a sign Loki had accepted a bond with her and she was very over joyed.

Loki was soon to be Thor's wife and future Queen, and she wished to have a strong relationship with the cold prince, just as she has a strong motherly bond with her son.

Thor's heart jumped and beat even faster seeing Loki clearly checking him out. It caused Thor to want to show off himself to Loki, though he knew it was not the time for it. After the ceremony, and after a great feast, Thor would carry off Loki as his bride and do so as he made mad, passionate love to him.

But the feelings Loki gave him - not just from his eyes wandering, but just having him close and knowing that with in minutes Loki would be his - ran from the ends of his hair to the tips of his toes. It was euphoric and intoxicating.

Thor's smile spread further across his face and he showed beautiful white teeth. Loki's words and the darkening of his cheeks caused Thor happiness; and he whispered back, squeezing Loki's hands in substatute for a kiss, "You shall never yearn for me again, for I will never leave your side from this moment forward."

And the Asgardian prince meant it. The only way possible would be to kill him.

Thor gave a chuckle and glanced down for but a moment, then glanced back up and gave a smirk. "But the only eyes I wish to see jealous over me, are yours. And the only one I wish to make swoon, is you."

Thor was too charming for his own good, it was one reason why the maidens swooned and the men grew jealous. He was definitely a man who lived up to his title of God and Prince (soon to be king). And Loki was the same, in every way possible, including a powerful, charmed silvered tongue, that could make anyone drop to their knees and obay.

They - Prince Thor of Asgard & Loki, Prince of Jotunheim - were perfect for each other. Both would - and were - breaking the hearts of many, both men and women alike.

Thor went silent and fell deeply into Loki's gazing red eyes. He got lost and hadn't even heard Odin clear his throat and start the ceremony. Odin held his hands up above both Thor and Loki, and recited - "Here is to my son and his new wife. Raise your glasses and remember this truth, his lucky man and I have each gained something this fine and blessed day. He gains a husband and a companion for life, while I gain whole new expenses to pay."

The crowed burst into laughter all together and it rang around the room, though Thor still did not hear it. His mind was elsewhere, lost in Loki, and it wasn't until Odin place his hands down upon one of Thor's shoulder, did Thor realise they were not the only ones.

Yet this day, it made Thor feel so. And this moment, it made Thor feel like time was standing still and he and Loki truly were the only ones in the nine realms.

Odin laid a hand on Loki's shoulder as well and went to resite the ceremonial vows that Loki and Thor would resite to each other.

But Thor looked up at his father and spoke before Odin could. "Father, wait!" Thor damanded and it caused Odin to look at him with narrowed eyes. It was strange and it was concerning, even the crowed had heard Thor ask for his father's pause and they were all holding their breath.

But it was nothing like they where thinking; Thor did not want the wedding to stop, Thor did not change his mind, Thor just wanted to tell Loki exactly what was in his heart, and he wanted to say it in front of millions as his witness.

"I simply wish to speak my own vow father," And Odin was surprised, though did not show it on the surface. It was breaking tradition, but Thor wanted too - NAY! - NEEDED too, and Odin gave a single nodd, permitting it.

Thor nearly beamed from his father's consent and he turned quickly back to Loki, looking once again into his eyes. Thor's blue hued ones never left Loki's red, even as Thor held Loki's hands still and slowly sank onto one of his knees in front of him.

This shocked Frigga as well and she outwardly gasped, but she never tried to stop it. Tradition was made to be broke at times she knew, and this would be a good place to crack it. So she smiled warmly again and watched as her son began to read from his heart.

"Loki, Prince of Jotuneim, I choose you," Thor paused for but a moment before taking a breath and continuing.

"To be no other then yourself,
Loving what I know of you,
And trusting who you will become.
I will respect and honor you
Always and in all ways.
With you I pledge to repair
One small piece of this realm.
I take you to be my spouse,
To have to hold,
In tears and in laughter,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish.

I will love you even on the days I don't like you.
I will think less of what I want and more about what you want.
I will laugh with you, not at you.
I will support you.
I will respect you.
I will stand by you no matter what.
I will love growing old with you.

From this day forward,
In this world and the next."

The very last words that left Thor's mouth almost came out choking, and yes they were low, and yes everyone crowded even closer to hear, but Thor's words were genuine. He love Loki and the emotion was writen all over Thor's face and in his eyes as a form of mist.

"I'll hold you to that promise, Prince Thor, future king." He replied with a small bat of his lashes. They fluttered against his cheeks in an almost intoxicating matter, casting a soft shadow upon his blue skin.

He meant what he had said, too. He would hold Thor to being with him forever. Loki wouldn't joke about that. He planned on growing old with this man, happy and wrinkly in his arms as they lay together in old age, the light still not having left their expressions.

"Oh? Congratulations. You have made me swoon. I saw you, I knew I had to have this marriage work. I've always been attracted to beautiful oafs." He replied in a teasing whisper, winking at his soon to be husband.

There was that silvered tongue Thor had just thought about. Loki knew he had one, and he used it well. He learned early on he wasn't as good with flirting in the way Thor was. And honestly, he didn't mind. He liked using his wit and his thoughts to make people completely defenseless before they even realized. It was a gift he used often and with certain finesse.

They - Prince Thor of Asgard & Loki, Prince of Jotunheim - were perfect for each other. Both would know this. They would celebrate this. Laugh at this, snarl at this, cry at it as well. That was life, and they were fitted to have life for each other entwine for their entire destiny.

Loki had heard the man, although he didn't even try to look away from Thor. He was too lost, to in love to care enough to look away. He did smile, giving a soft, light chuckle at the cleverness of his humor. Honestly, Odin was a funny man, once you slid through his rather cold exterior towards outsiders. Loki would admit that.

Loki wished he could forget about the others in the room, but he felt their eyes dig into him, threatening to tear his lines simply off. He knew that's what the focus was on. His bizarre lines. His beloved lines. They had told that this day would happen. And he was happy he had followed them.

Thor, though, he accepted those lines the moment he saw them. That's another thing Loki loved about him, the fact that he could just accept his markings and such without as much as a retort of curiosity.

Loki glanced at Odin for a singular moment when he felt the weight of his hands, before looking back at Thor. His heart nearly shattered when he heard Thor tell Odin to wait. Was this it? Was he going to say he couldn't go through with it?

Laufey hoped so. He wanted his disobedient cur of a son back home so he could kill him. Loki would die if this wedding did not take place. Laufey had always hated Loki most. His mother didn't care either way. She sat, in her seat, beside a horrible man, her expression blank. Even moreso than her red eyes, which were hollow and thoughtless, as they always had been. They only lit up when she saw herself in a mirror, truthfully.

Loki heard his request, and the fearful expression turned to a happier smile. Laufey, meanwhile, cursed, squeezing his wife's hand hard enough to break a bone in her palm. She didn't care, of coruse, and sat there, still staring off blandly in absentness.

Loki nearly cried, watching Thor get down and listening to his beautiful vows. He had tears in his eyes, having heard every word. He spoke for himself as well.

"Thor, Prince of Asgard, I choose you,
Because in my home,
We are marked with lines,
As you can see marking my flesh.

To you all,
They are simply lines,
There only to take up space and cause confusion.
But to us,
They're our destinies.
We read our lines,
And we know what we have to do in life.
My lines read this:
'You are small,
Weak
Born into a pain we regrettably submitted you to.
Stay strong,
Stay beautiful.
If you go down the path your lines trace,
You will be saved by a light brighter than sunshine.

Although,
Time is tricky.
Time will play with you,
Whore of Jotunheim,
Prince of Jotunheim,
If you are not careful.
Time will steal you from the sun and lock you back into the detested ice you barely escaped from.
Stay careful,
Whore.

Lines are unkind.'

The destinies speak of all truth and honesty,
No hiding words or sensitizing them.
My entire life,
Thor,
I tried to figure out what my sun was.
Standing here,
Holding your hand,
I know now.
You are it.
You are my sun.
My savior.

So,
As a marking of my love
My need for you to be with me forever,
I take you to be my spouse,
To have to hold,
In tears and in laughter,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish.

I will love you even on the days I don't want to.
I will spend the time I have free with you.
We will laugh together.
I will support you.
I will respect you.
I will stand by you no matter what.
I will love growing old with you.

From this day forward,
Because I love you
My sun.
My light.
My love."

Laufey was in an outraged state. People were not to know that Ice people could read the lines! He had half a mind to storm up there and rip Loki away by his hair. But, he would never be able to.

Loki smiled at Thor, a single tear gliding down his blue, cold flesh. He had meant every word. He cared not what the people thought of him, having his own destiny call him a whore. He only cared of what Thor thought. He hoped Thor would accept his vows.

Loki's reply caused Thor's lips to split into a large smile. Thor's eyes never left Loki's and his hands never stopped holding the cold prince's. "I'd have it no other way," Thor rose Loki's hands to his lips and kissed them each oh so gently.

And before he was able to even pull them away from his lips, he gave a deep chuckle at Loki's further words, though he felt pride swell in his chest that he had woo'd the beauty in front of him. Thor had always known he was handsome, but Loki's silver tongue and honeyed words caused Thor's ego to swell as well.

Thor gave Loki a low, seductive growl when the prince of ice winked. Thor made his own eyes at Loki in return and in them was lust and desire, but Loki was the only one who could see it. For Thor no longer had eyes for anyone else.

At Odin's words, Frigga sighed and rolled her eyes. If it was another thing her son and husband had in common, was their humor, but where Loki heard the words and had give a chuckle all his own, Thor didn't seem to hear, no matter how loud the laughter of the crowed was next to him.

When Thor spoke his vow, the words straight from his heart, Frigga even misted up at them. She knew her son had a soft side yes, but she never knew how soft that side was. It was surprising how little she knew of her own son's heart, but she saw it now and she couldn't have been more proud.

Thor would give Loki the love and the respect and the life he deserved. Loki might have been a Frost Giant and he might have looked the part, but Loki had a heart all his own and he deserved to receive it in kind.

What caused Frigga's tears to finally fall though, and her hands placed over her mouth, was when Loki recited similar beautiful, heart-felt vows to Thor.

It had been her that arranged the marriage between them when they were just small boys, and it was her that convinced Odin to agree. She had seen something in her minds eye, something beautiful not only for the two princes, but for both of their kingdoms. Frigga's intuition was hardly ever wrong, and in this moment, Frigga was more appreciative of it then she ever had been before.

Thor's vow had actually caused Odin to react, it was a little reaction, but one non the less. It caused Odin's eyebrows both to raise and he seemed slightly taken back, but only for a moment. Odin had noticed right there and then, that Thor was truly his son. Thor's way of romancing and showing his deepest feelings to Loki, his beloved, was in every single way, similar to how Odin had done so to Frigga.

And Odin was proud.

Thor's eyebrows furrowed and his face suddenly filled with concern. It distorted and his lips frowned, he felt slightly alarmed by Loki's confession. It caused Thor to look over Loki's body and trace the lines (the lines that where visible). He thought they meant nothing, but they meant something, and the more he listened to Loki, the more he did not find the meaning pleasant.

But then the meanings began to mean something more, something less horrid, and Thor looking back into Loki's eyes, immediately understood. He understood the meanings, he understood that it was they that lead Loki to him... he understood that he was the sun mentioned, the golden light in Loki's life. Thor understood and believed Loki when he said so.

Thor slowly rose back to his feet, all the while continuing to listen intently to Loki's very own vows, and they honestly made him speechless.

Thor's eyes even misted up and he swallowed hard. Loki, the prince of ice, his wife to be, his future Queen, had made him choke up. No one was able to do that, no one but his mother.

Thor squeezed Loki's hand and reached forward, gently brushing the single tear away with the back of his hand.

"I accept this marriage between us and accept you as my wife, if you shall accept me as your husband," Thor's voice almost cracked, but he was able to hold it together, though anyone listening could tell Thor had to speak past a lump caught in his throat.

Thor swallowed once more and it was loud in his ears. Thor hesitated for a moment, leaning forward but stopping for a second, before allow himself to lean all the way in and gently kiss Loki on the lips.

The whole crowd immediately became an uproar of gasps and awes and wows. Thor slowly parted his lips from Loki's, only having given him a soft, yet passionate and lingering kiss. He immediately turned to his father, Loki's hands still in his, and conformed.

"Father Odin," Thor took an intake of breath, then continued. "I take Loki, the prince of Jotunheim, to be my wife, for now and forever."

Odin was proud and his face showed obvious approval. He nodded his head to his son and glanced over at Loki himself, waiting for him to confirm as well.

And when he had, making Thor more over joyed then he had ever been in his entire life, Odin placed his hands on theirs and spoke in a booming voice. "Whom shall ever protest to the joining of these two, in soul, body, mind, and kingdom, speak now or forever hold your tongues!"

Odin gave but a moment and scanned the crowd. Some of the maidens present seemed liked they would protest, but they did well to hold their tongues.

When no others opposed, Odin looked down at his hands covering both Loki's and Thor's. A bright light emitted from his hands, glowing bright before their eyes, almost blinding them.

Their hands got warm and it spread through the body, bring peace and joyous feeling to both Gods. When the light dimmed and disappeared, the warmth lingered, and when Odin released their hands from his, both Thor and Loki's hands where marked.

It was a small mark, but it was one that would last long after they passed on from this world. Thor's finger on his left hand, the one that Midgardians placed a ring of bonding on, now had a small, blue crescent moon. It encircling around half his knuckle, while on the other half a small blue star completed it.

The pattern of it was most pleasant; It was made with Celtic weaves, both the star and the moon, a pattern the house of Odin often used in their designs.

The weaves of Loki's was nearly identical, though it was a sun and not a moon fully circling his knuckle. The colour of it was vibrant and it almost shown real light, though instead of blue it was gold, to represent the golden son of Odin.

Naru Note:
It always makes me so sad to read of Loki's past that my dear friend has created for him. It is truly heartbreaking, but it is also one of the things that makes this whole RP (I think anyway). It is also one of the things that shapes how I characterize Thor.

I hope it is one of the things that keeps you readers interested, and I hope it gets to your heart as much as it has mine.