Vilvi entered the ceremony hall with Lady Sif, following behind Frigga. Odin was already seated upon his throne on a platform, which Frigga and Vilvi walked up a set of stairs up to while Sif remained on the floor with the Warrior's Three. Frigga and Vilvi both turned to face the large crowds at the edge of the platform just as Odin raised from his seat. Carrying his staff, he moved to stand in between them both and slammed the staff down against the platform to hush the ceremony hall. "Enter," His voice boomed across the ceremony hall, "My sons, Prince's of Asgard!" His voice shouted out as the large entrance doors opened.
Music played upon their entrance, Thor and Loki both walked in, dressed in their finest clothes. The people all cheered; they adored their prince's and were eager to know which would be their future king. Thor walked with a certain confidence, grinning like a mad man. Loki was much more stern and serious, very calm and collected. Vilvi looked at them both carefully and felt knots in her stomach as she dwelled on the fact that in a few moments she'd know which she'd be marrying. As the two of them reached the platform steps, they crossed their fists over their hearts and took a knee, looking up to their father.
"My sons," Odin began, "I have raised you both with all the love and knowledge I could to bring you to this point in both your lives. You were both made to rule, but only one of you will be king. This decision did not come to me easily, for you both have grown into fine warriors, into young kings. I dare to say I love you both more than any man could ever love a son, but my decision has been made and is final. The King of Asgard must lead with grace and understanding. He must be selfless and be willing to sacrifice whatever necessary for the greater good of his people. He will know when to fight and when to hold his tongue." As Odin went out with his speech, Vilvi became less concerned with his words and more attentive to the faces of both the princes. Thor who glowed with pride, as if he knew it would be his crown for the taking. And then Loki, who while seemed to know he fit the description far better than Thor was consumed with such a look of doubt in his case. "And finally the King of Asgard must be a man of honor. And with all this in mind I have chosen my successor, a man who I know with all my heart will uphold the crown and my legacy without all the expectations of a great ruler." Both the princes bowed their heads. "Raise, Thor, my heir and future King of Asgard!"
The ceremony hall exploded with such a loud roar. Vilvi felt her very heart stop, almost as if she forgot how to function. It all seemed to move so slowly to her; Thor standing to his feet and ascending up the stairs to stand before his father. Odin grabbed his wrist and raised it in the air as Thor turned to face his people as they all cheered and called for him. Vilvi couldn't help but notice Loki as he stood, clapping for his brother with a bright smile, a fake smile.
At the feast Vilvi was naturally seated next to her future husband, who sat at the right of his father. Separated from Loki (who sat on the other side of his mother on the left of Odin) Vilvi was starved of a decent conversation since Thor was too busy chatting with Lady Sif and the Warrior's Three who sat across from him and shared his enthusiasm for his recent naming as Odin's heir. She would have talked to Lady Sif, but Sif seemed to be in less than a talkative mood at that point in the evening, and Vilvi didn't entirely blame her either.
"If you don't mind," Vilvi finally spoke up once she finished her first plate (while Thor was just on his third) "I think I'm going to retire for the night, it's been a rather exciting day and I'm exhausted."
"Let me walk you to your room." Thor insisted as Vilvi stood, raising from his own seat. Thor turned to Odin, "Father, mother, if you'd excuse me for a moment, I'm going to escort Princess Vilvi to her chambers." Thor turned back to his friends, nodding politely as he moved from the table to stand by Vilvi's side just as she flashed a rather apologetic look to Lady Sif who returned her stare with one of understanding and forgiveness.
Vilvi couldn't even bring herself to look at Loki as she left the dining hall with Thor at her side. The moment they were out in the hall, away from the loudness of the dining hall and eyes of those who would otherwise have kept their stares focused on the two, Thor reached for Vilvi's hand without a word. The walk was spent in absolute silence, a very awkward and uncomfortable silence. Such an immense sense of relief came over Vilvi once they finally reached her chamber doors.
"Princess," Thor began to speak just as she moved her hand from his grasp, "I had hoped to have lunch with you tomorrow in the palace gardens. We have much to discuss."
Vilvi looked upon Thor with a soft smile, the best she could manage, and nodded softly, "I'd like that very much my Prince."
"Splendid. I cannot wait." Thor smiled at her, bringing his hand to caress against the white skin of her face before he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, my Princess."