Thor didn't have the opportunity to meet his bride until their wedding day. He was to marry Prince Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim. The Allfather had signed a peace treaty with Laufey, King of Jotunheim. One of the agreements they had reached was to unite their realms through marriage. Odin had not known that when the time came, Laufey would offer the Aesir a male bride.

Thor had reacted to the news with rage at first. But Odin assured him that the Jotunn prince could produce heirs for him, and he was very different in appearance from rest of his kind. Thor eventually accepted his fate. He had heard rumors that Loki Laufeyson was indeed very different from most Jotnar, and Thor was now very curious about the young prince.

Finally Thor's wedding day arrived. When he laid eyes on his Jotunn bride, his heart skipped a beat. Loki Laufeyson was a dwarf by Jotunn standards, probably even a few inches shorter than Thor. He wore nothing but heavy golden jewelry and a gauzy, low-slung skirt, leaving most of his body uncovered. His skin was a pleasant, calming shade of blue… it was actually close to Thor's eye color. The characteristic markings on Loki's skin complimented his beauty like an artful design. He was slender but strong, his body laced with tight, graceful muscles that seemed like they were sculpted of ice. His hair was long, sleek, and black, ornamented with tiny braids and golden beads, richer and fuller than that of any Asgardian maiden. A pair of small horns curved from his temples, also an unusual feature for a Jotunn. He had a beautiful face, somehow a perfect balance of soft curves and sharp angles. But the prince's eyes were his most captivating feature, scarlet irises set in pinkish whites that drew in Thor's gaze and held him as a prisoner to the Jotunn prince's indescribable beauty.

Thor barely focused on the ceremony, going through the motions in a daze. He could do nothing but stare at Loki, his bride, and admire the prince's inexplicable beauty. At the feast immediately afterward, Thor's usually hearty appetite was stunted by his nerves. He sat awkwardly beside his new spouse amidst the joy of the revelers and accepted congratulations from his friends and family.

Thor's heart was racing by the time he reached his bedchamber. Loki sidled in behind him and sized up the room, nodding with satisfaction at the crackling fire, rich fur rugs, intricately embroidered wall hangings, and lavish canopy bed. "So my father wasn't exaggerating," Loki purred. "The Aesir are the wealthiest people in all the nine realms."

A lump rose into Thor's throat at the sound of Loki's voice. The Jotunn bride had been rather quiet throughout the evening, and every time Thor heard him speak he felt chills dance down his spine. Loki's voice was as smooth and delicious as honey, but it always contained a dangerous, predatory undertone. The combination was enough to make Thor shiver.

"I'm not so sure about that," Thor answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "I believe some of the people of Midgard may be wealthier than us."

"Midgard?" Loki scoffed. "With their constant wars, staggering class divisions, and archaic technology? I doubt that."

"You would be surprised." Thor shed the red cape he had worn to the ceremony and sat down on the end of his bed. "There is much more to Midgard and its people than what you see on the surface. The same can be said for all realms and peoples." Thor gestured to the spot on the bed beside him. "Please, be seated. You must be weary after your travels and the lengthy ceremony."

Loki slunk to the bed and sat beside Thor, not leaving much distance between them. He eyed Thor with a smirk, clearly amused by Thor's discomfort and wondering what move he would make next.

From here Thor could smell Loki. He had a musky and alluring scent, and Thor was struck with a desire to touch him, taste him, and inhale that enticing aroma. He was painfully aware of how close they were, how Loki's hand was sliding across the bed towards Thor. But Thor cleared his throat, deciding to approach his new spouse more diplomatically. "Would you care to tell me of yourself?" he asked. "We have only just met. I am very curious about you."

"Curious? About me?" Loki feigned bashfulness. "Why, what do you want to know?"

Thor had so many questions. He took a moment to organize his thoughts before asking, "Is it true that you are a powerful sorcerer?"

Loki grinned. Thor relaxed a little: it seemed he had chosen a good topic. "Perhaps. Would you like to see and decide for yourself?"

The fireplace suddenly went dark, the flames seeming to disappear into thin air. Thor jumped, his eyes unaccustomed to the darkness. Was this some kind of trick? Was Loki going to kill him? But then he heard a low chuckle right beside his ear, and the fire returned just as abruptly as it had disappeared.

Loki was leaning close to Thor, mischief glinting in his red eyes. "That was impressive," Thor complimented.

Loki rolled his eyes, drawing away again. "That was child's play. Watch this." In an instant he transformed himself into a sleek black cat.

Thor laughed as Loki changed back, the tension in the room gone. "So, that's how you'll do it."

"Do what?" Loki inquired, but he was smirking as if he could read Thor's mind.

Thor blushed. "Well, the Allfather told me…He mentioned that you could…"

Loki's smirk deepened. "Yes?"

"He told me you would be able to bear children." A mad blush colored Thor's face.

Loki nodded and winked at Thor. Suddenly a beautiful female Jotunn took his place, wearing nothing but Loki's gauzy skirt. Loki grinned devilishly as Thor ogled his female form. Loki remained that way for a long moment, stretching out on the bed to display his curvy female body before changing back.

Thor was speechless. He couldn't believe the things Loki was capable of, how magical and mysterious his beautiful Jotunn bride was.