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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4)

MC4A: Fireworks (Kaunaz; Beautifully Rare; Jam It Janet); Garden (Mixed Bag [Holding Hands]; Lawn Sculpture [Flowers]; Mixed Bag Redux [Ocean/Sea]); Fa Bing (4A-Candle); Setting Bingo (1C-Beach); AU Bingo (3B-Viking); Su Bingo (1A-Sandals); Ship Bingo (5C-Beach/Pool); Ship War (Fa Mic2 [Candle]; Fa Big [Dagger/Knife]; Su Big (Anklet/Bracelet]; Sp Big [Flowers; Ribbon/Cord]); Hunt (Su WD [Roma/Romani]; Su Setting [Wedding]; Su Items [Swimsuit]; Fa WD [Native/Indigenous]; Fa Items [Stick])

Word Count: 1,524

Author's Note: This was a wish fulfillment thing for me. Never having a "proper" wedding with friends and family all present and all, but in the end it isn't that big of a deal, right? [sighs]

Anyway, I wanted to write something grossly fluffy and adorable and cheesy and cute while involving a lot of description and detail over dialogue and interaction. Though, I am pretty sure this is just a hot pile of stupid nonsense in the end.

Meh... Enjoy.

EDIT 10/14: I added about 500 more words to this fic because I just did not like the idea of this piece feeling unfinished. I do apologize for this, I do not typically expand on a piece that I post unless it is for minor SPaG things so this is an apology for a) posting an incomplete piece (to me anyway) and b) not providing you with the best reading experience the first time. I am much happier with how this turned out, so I hope it reads a lot better as well for you all. I think the "telling" was what bothered me the most, so I hope to have smoothed it out and balanced it more this time around.
Thank you for understanding!

A Nomad's Union

The ocean winds of Norway billowed through fabric and hair of the handful of people who stood on the sands of Bunes Beach. Loki watched as Mobius involuntarily shivered from the cool air despite the summer warmth wrapped around them. They lightly drew circles on the top of his hand with a finger to offer comfort, perhaps the shiver was more nerves than from the wind. Sylvie stood beside Mobius, squeezing his other hand with hers as her blue eyes danced with joy. Both of their pale-white skin contrasted beautifully against his sandy complexion, like warmth and coolness harmonized with this connection.

A stick and driftwood-made circle archway decorated the backdrop of the ocean. It was adorned with twinkle lights and simple white silk flowers tucked into it with silk-made leaves. Large, torch-like candles flickered valiantly against the breeze that lined the aisle way between log benches. It was becoming dusk now, but the summer sun would linger to give it that everlasting light in the sky for some time for the evening celebrations. The smells of the sea mixed with the wafts of cooking food around them, offering comfort and excitement all at once.

It was almost like they were in some kind of dream they wished to never wake from.

Sylvie snuck a look Loki's way, trying to gauge their feelings on it all. Mobius kept shifting his weight, it was subtle but there, and the light twitch of his fingers against their own hands before he gave them a squeeze was easily missed if her senses weren't heightened from what was happening. Settling down was still pretty foreign to her even after remaining stationary for a while now. Committing to the next big thing had her heart racing with excitement and nervousness still and she hoped that maybe Loki held similar nerves like she and Mobius were. They, however, only showed pure unchecked love and adoration in their expression. It glowed behind their eyes and relaxed their very being, it seemed. Sylvie couldn't help but smile softly at the sight, feeling even more fond of them because of it. It was contagious, and when Mobius stole that same glance she did their way, she could see it affected him, too.

The officiator spoke eloquent words to them in Norwegian, blessing them and leading them up to exchanging their commitments. The benches were occupied by the small community the three integrated with when they arrived in Norway three years prior. They were a group of Romani people who had settled there and blended with the tribes of the area for hundreds of years, melding culture, language, and skills along the way. The community all happily watched as the triad were finally being bound together in a traditional ceremony. They were something like a family to them now after living among them, accepting their checkered pasts and empty hands when they were found stranded in the wilderness with no explanation as to why or where they had come from.

The details didn't matter.

Of course, the one detail no one could dismiss or overlook was the fact Loki was undoubtedly recognizable from the stories and the land's lore. As much as they denied being one of their gods, the community never listened and oftentimes it showed in their generosity and helpfulness. What was important was nothing was ever done out of fear for the three adopted outcasts, but rather done out of fascination and sheer kindness of everyone's hearts. This was shown by everything currently happening around them. The clothing, the decorations, the food, all made by hand and hard work, giving them that personal touch and extra special feeling because of it.

Knowing all of this helped ease that obligation and need to act superior over them, but Loki had two people who would easily knock them down a few pegs should it ever get to their head anyway, so it never became a concern.

To make it more intimate, they all wore the same color and matched in some way in their clothing. Though, none of it would be considered a traditional attire for anything but a day at the beach, it meant something for each of them regardless.

Sylvie wore a white bikini with a handmade lace cover that acted like a dress over it. It had long, drapey sleeves that covered the top of her hands when she had them at her sides and a flowy skirt. Her fingers and toenails were painted a cerulean blue, her ankles and wrists donned various bracelets and anklets that jingled when she moved them. Her hair was delicately braided with cerulean blue ribbons and crowned in white silk flowers and leaves.

Mobius' was far more simple, wearing a loose white button up that had the top few open, teasing collarbone. The sleeves were loose, leaving the cuffs left undone and mimicked Sylvie's sleeves by somewhat hiding his hands. He opted for loose white trousers that cut off at the knee and a short fur-lined belt held everything in place at the waist. The blue of his eyes only seemed more vibrant with their surroundings of lush, natural color that painted the landscape.

Loki's outfit was a combination of the two. They wore a long white skirt with lace accents that wove up between the slits in the front and back. It was tied at their left hip, hidden with a long piece of fur laid over it and wrapping around their waist. Their shirt mirrored Mobius', though they opted to keep it mostly open and had it delicately knotted in place in the center, showing off their midriff. They had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and their hair was decorated the same as Sylvie's, but with green and gold ribbons that popped along with the white flowered crown against their braided raven black hair.

They all were barefoot, wanting to be grounded in the soft sands under them during the ceremony. Their matching white-strap sandals were neatly tucked away nearby for later.

It was a picture-perfect setting, but there was no photographer to capture it. Instead, someone was kind enough to sketch out the event and provide them with portraits later, a gift they would never be able to truly afford otherwise.

As the officiator had each one recite their commitment speeches, Loki couldn't help but smile when Sylvie trailed her thumb over the back of their hand. They stood in a triangle, hands connecting them together. It was nice to meet such an open, supportive, and forward-thinking community because otherwise this sort of thing possibly never would've been in their future.

"I devote my everlasting life to you both until the day I draw my final breath. And upon the plains of Valhalla, we will reunite again," Loki said, feeling a light, warm feeling settling deep in their chest and sparkling in their vibrant emerald eyes.

The others recited the same, and the officiator signaled the exchanging of swords, an old Norse tradition that symbolizes protection and strength. Loki was all too eager to summon two highly decorative daggers in their hands, offering one to Sylvie and Mobius. Sylvie smiled brightly, placing a teal-made blade in their hand in return. Mobius appeared startled at this gesture, now holding two daggers across his palms, examining them carefully before swallowing down his embarrassment.

"No one uh… told me about this part," he admitted quietly, cheeks tinging a light pink. "All I have to give is my heart."

"It's alright, love," Sylvie assured. "We will more than gladly accept that, won't we, Loki?"

"Precisely," Loki replied, lifting their hands up so they could brush a finger across Mobius' jawline.

Not knowing what to say to that, Mobius smiled bashfully and looked back to the one in charge of binding them. The officiator to have the rings follow before closing the ceremony, and with it, the three closed the very short distance between them to seal their promises with soft, delicate kisses that followed with an embrace.

A few of the onlookers draped a heavy fur blanket over them, shielding them from the cool breeze that swept over the alcove'd beach. Cheers and clapping erupted around them, echoing off the high cliff sides and mountains and dissipating out into the sea. They were showered with birdseed and well wishes as they released each other and slowly walked back down the candlelit aisle. The music started up then and the feast that had been prepared further up the bank was now being distributed and served.

But neither of the three heard or saw any of it, not really. As they walked through the soft sands, hand-in-hand, the three stole fond glances at one another, eliciting warm smiles and delicate brushes of fingers over an arm, shoulder, cheek. They didn't want to make their affection a spectacle or dramatic, but it wasn't going to stop them exchanging those subtle gestures of love and adoration for each other, either.

This was the most perfect day already, and they would make sure each day that followed would be far better than the last. That was a promise.