Wow, I'm up to thirty-six chapters and I still have quite a bit more to write.

Okay, place your bets, how many chapters do you think this will be when it's finished?

Disclaimer: All characters involving Thor belong to Marvel, I only own the OC's present in this story.

"For the main course, you have a choice of venison, wild boar, pheasant, or beef," The castle cook said, watching as servants put the four dishes in front of Luciana and Loki.

Luciana eyed the dishes in front of her, each plate holding a slab of meat. This was at the top of her to-do list for that day; she had to choose from the four traditional ceremony meats for the wedding, and still had to choose the rest of the courses, meet with the seamstress, and find some way to not explode. Unfortunately, she found it difficult to make her decision due to the wild boar, still assembled with an apple in its mouth, who seemed to be staring at her coldly even in death.

Loki noticed her discomfort with the dish and chuckled. "Not the boar, then?"

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving the dish. "No thank you."

He waved his hand at a servant and they took away the plate. "Does anything catch your eye?"

"Well, I-"

"Brother, Luciana," Thor's voice boomed, cutting her off. He walked over to the two and smiled. His eyes flickered to the remaining three plates of meat and he smiled larger. "Ah, deciding on the wedding feast, I see."

"Yes, Thor," Loki said, slightly irritated by his brother's entrance. "What do you want?"

"Can't a man see his own brother?" Thor asked, sitting down beside Loki and roughly hitting him on the back.

Loki jerked forward slightly at the impact, and he scowled. "Thor," He began sternly, as if he were talking to a child. "Luciana and I are in the middle of something very important, so I would appreciate it if you-"

"I'll help you, brother," Thor ignored him. He reached over and grabbed a piece of venison, stuffing it into his mouth unattractively. "This is quite good," He said through mouthfuls. "Is this what you'll be choosing?"

"Actually," Loki said, turning to look at Luciana. "Luciana was just about to tell me what see wanted. What were you saying, dear?"

"I was saying that the pheasant looks interesting, mostly because I haven't tried it and I'm not fond of venison."

Thor nearly choked on his food. "You aren't fond of venison?"

"No."

"Loki, you're getting married to a madwoman!" Thor joked.

Luciana chuckled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blonde girl walking quickly towards the table, and she frowned. It was Sigyn. "Speaking of madwomen..." She muttered, averting her eyes towards a plate.

Loki looked up and saw Sigyn, and he sighed. "Sigyn," He said, annoyance seeping its way into his tone. "What are you doing here?"

"You can't still be serious about marrying her," Sigyn said, gesturing to Luciana. "You haven't come to your senses by now?"

"Sigyn, leave," Loki said, not wanting to argue.

"No! I'm not going to leave, not until I-"

"Sigyn. Leave. Now. Before I summon the guards." Loki said sternly.

"You wouldn't do that to me again," She scoffed.

"If I have to, I will. You're really trying my patience, Sigyn. It's only been three days, yet I'm at the brink of madness." Loki said.

"So am I," Luciana muttered.

"I would very much appreciate it if you left the palace immediately, before I lose my temper." Loki continued.

Sigyn stared at him in hurt and disbelief, but he didn't falter like she had hoped. She turned her gaze to Luciana, and she sneered. "Watch your back." She turned around and walked out of the room, her arms crossed.

Luciana sighed. "I honestly can't stand her."

"I know. I'm beginning to get to that point too," Loki said, taking her hand. "Don't worry, darling heart, I doubt she'll come again."

She nodded, but seemed unconvinced as she looked from the pheasant to the beef. She took her fork and knife and cut off a piece of the pheasant, popping it into her mouth. "This is good," She said after she swallowed.

"Excellent. Should we have that then?" Loki asked, taking a bite for himself.

"Yes, I think we should." Luciana nodded.

"Yes, of course," The cook said, and he had the servants take away the remaining plates. "Now, for dessert."

"Did I tell you my family would be coming to the palace tomorrow?" Luciana asked, looking at different swatches of fabric with Frigga.

Loki, who was waiting patiently for the two to finish, groaned loudly. "No."

Frigga rolled her eyes at her son. "What's the matter?"

"The problem is that Viveca is going to try to ruin everything, mark my words," He replied.

"She's probably given up by now, Loki," Luciana said, running her fingers over some fabric. "I haven't gotten an angry letter from her or my parents."

"That doesn't prove anything, she's probably waiting until she gets here."

Frigga sighed. "Oh Loki, you expect the worse, and the worse is what you get." She said as she inspected some fabric. "They'll only be here until after the wedding."

"Which I still haven't planned the date for," Luciana said, embarrassed.

"Tomorrow, the wedding is tomorrow," Loki said. "That way Viveca can leave the moment she arrives."

"Just for that, I think we'll have it mid-winter." Luciana said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Yes, that sounds lovely," Frigga said, chuckling.

Loki sighed and leaned on the wall. "Are you finished yet?"

"Almost, be patient." Luciana said. She looked over the three remained swatches of fabric that she hadn't eliminated. "That one." She pointed to the third swatch.

"Of course," The seamstress said. "Would you like to go over the wedding gown as well?"

"Actually, no, I'm leaning towards that being a surprise," Luciana replied.

The seamstress nodded and took away the swatches.

"You're finished?" Loki asked hopefully.

"Yes," Luciana said, smiling at him.

"Good," He said, and he walked over to her and took her hand, eagerly dragging her away.

"I love you," Loki said through kisses, his hands cupping Luciana's face.

"I love you too," She replied, smiling under another kiss.

He brought his lips to her neck and kissed her skin, smiling as she kissed his cheek. He brought his lips back up to her mouth and enveloped her in a deep, passionate kiss. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed her arm and pulled away from the kiss, only to place his lips on her wrist. He could smell her bath oil on her skin, and he smiled as he inhaled.

"Oh my god," Luciana suddenly exclaimed, pulling away from Loki's embrace.

The prince frowned. "What?"

"I just remembered I have to go find Garnock," She said turning to leave.

"Oh, Garnock can wait," He said, pulling her back into him. "I, on the other hand, cannot."

He placed his lips on her wrist once more before crashing them onto her mouth, inciting a squeal of surprise to come from her. He chuckled as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. They stayed that way until the need for air hit them, signaling them to break away from the kiss. He rested his forehead on hers, pecking her lips softly. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as he brought his hand up to stroke her cheek.

"I have to go look for Garnock," She said after awhile, pulling away from him.

"I'll look for him," Loki said, kissing her once more. "You should rest."

She smiled at him. "Thank you."

Yeah, I know; not my best work at all. Writers block is here, unfortunately.

PS. I don't know how a Norse Mythology wedding would go, so don't expect my version of the wedding to be historically, or mythically, accurate.

PPS. I've turned on PM (For a limited time) so you guys can ask questions about the story and I can respond. I doubt I'll get any messages, but hey, it's worth a shot! So feel free to ask me anything, but haters be warned, I will write down your pen name and report you to fanfiction if you dare to harass me. IT IS LAW.

Okay, ramble done. (PS. if you send me a message, please keep in mind that I'm a rambler)