Chapter 11

There was no reception as that would come the next day after the marriage was consummated. Darcy was still holding Loki's hand like a lifeline as
they were walked towards the room that would see her go from naive girl to married woman. To say she was nervous would be a huge
understatement. She wasn't afraid of Loki but more of what was to happen between them as it had to be witnessed by at least two others. A custom
she really didn't care for. She was nervous enough without having others witness her deflowerment. Loki could sense her nervousness and if he was
honest with himself he would say, so was he. Like his bride, he wasn't looking forward to having others in the room when he made love to his bride
for the first time. But it was customary to see that the marriage was properly consummated and that the bride was pure.

They reached their new chamber and he pulled her up into his arms cradling her to him like a babe before the door was opened and the two
appointed to watch the consummation entered followed by himself with his bride. He let her down but kept his arms around her. The two appointee,
who were two highly respected members of the court, turned the emerald green comforter on the bed down and then the female pulled at Darcy's
hand making Loki release her and pulled her into a small chamber off of the main bedchamber and stripped her of her wedding gown and replacing
it with a light gold shift that barely covered anything and left a lot to the imagination. The shift, she decided was supposed to entice her already
needy husband. The whole process was a little awkward for her, but she knew that it was cutomary for this to happen so she silently allowed the
woman to do her job before she was returned to the bedchamber and her waiting husband.

As his bride was being made ready for the bedding so was he. The other attendant was removing his armor leaving him in only his undergarment.
The chill in the air didn't affect him as he knew it would Darcy; the thought of what the cold air would do to her made him smirk. He heard footsteps
reemerging into the room and turned to see his very embarrassed bride standing by the door to the chamber she had been taken to. He waited for
her to come to him even though he really just wanted to go to her. He knew that what was to happen next was purely symbolic and that she didn't
even know it. But her coming to him was a sign of her willingness to enter into the bedding and he would not have to force it on her. He wanted her
to be comfortable in this but also knew that it would be almost impossible to do so with the other occupants in the room watching their every move.

Darcy stopped outside the chamber she had been taken to and looked at her husband. She had never seen him without his clothes on and took a
moment to appreciate the view. She was nervous but kept telling herself to ignore the two attendants in the room and focus only on her new
husband. At least that's the advice she had been given by her mother before they had been led to the chamber. She swallowed before taking slow,
nervous steps over to him, ignoring the two others that had moved to the side of the room to give them a little privacy though she knew that they
could still see them. When she reached him she stood silent waiting to see what he would do.

He couldn't breathe. The sight of her in that excuse for a nightgown had made him forget how to. If the object of the gown was to entice it certainly
was doing its job, he thought wryly. When she reached him she stopped and waited for him to either say or do something he wasn't sure which. He
then decided to touch the vision that was before him. He just knew that he had died and gone to Valhalla, though he had no idea what he done to
deserve the angel that stood before him now. He skimmed his hands up her bare arms to her shoulders and into the mass of chocolate curls that
hung loosely around them. Tipping her head up, he then kissed her softly before whispering only loud enough for her to hear.

"I can make it so it will seem like they are not here, if it would make you more comfortable, Love."

At his words she immediately nodded, wordlessly giving him permission to do whatever it was he would do to make the two observers unnoticeable
by them. He then told her softly that it was done and that he had also silenced the room so as not to embarrass her later. (He knew that she was
going to be screaming quite loudly by the end of the night and so informed her of the latter.)

She then gave in to her craving and leaned up and kissed him with every ounce of passion she felt for the man before her. He was taken by surprise
though only for a moment before he too allowed himself to get lost in their shared passion. His hands were not idle during their kiss though he
began caressing every inch of her that he could reach. She in turn began to touch him though her touches were hesitant and slow were his were
insistent though unhurried. Loki then pushed her down onto the bed and came down atop her though they never broke the kiss they shared.

Darcy broke away first as she had need of air and then breathed out his name in desperation and need. "Loki."

"Tell me what is it you want, darling. You know I cannot deny you anything you wish," he breathed out as he too tried to catch his breath.

She thought for a moment and a wicked idea came to mind though she would wait to implement it to when they didn't have an audience. "I want you
to make me yours, please. I don't think I can take much more."

Smiling, he leaned up and pulled off her gown leaving her completely bare to his heated gaze. She had the urge to hide but knew that it wouldn't
help and swallowed back the urge though that didn't stop her from flushing in embarrassment. He was surprised that she wasn't trying to hide but
didn't miss the flush that overcame her normally creamy complexion.

"Beautiful," he breathed out then leaned over and kissed her again building up their passion to a dizzying height.

Darcy wasn't sure if she would last any longer but then she felt his hand begin to touch her lower and again she had to force herself not to push him
away. She then felt a touch where no one had ever touched her before and nearly squealed in shock. She did though manage a surprised gasp as he
pulled away from their kiss and begin to kiss her neck. Her body was on fire and she needed something though she wasn't sure what. All she knew
was that he could quench the fire that tore through her at his touch.

Loki studied her face as he touched her. Watching her closely for any sign of discomfort, he found that she was leaning into his touch instead of away which he approved of greatly.

He continued to touch her until his own need became too great and he lined them up prepared to join them together forever.

"Forgive me, my love," he said and then joined them as one.

He felt her stiffen at the intrusion and held as still as he could in order for her adjust to his size. Darcy cried out at the burning sensation that
traveled through her as he pushed into her. She was grateful that he remained still though as it gave her time to adjust to him and the sensation of
being one with her husband and only love. Soon she had the need to move and gently pressed her hip up to his indicating that she was okay and
ready for more.

The movement was subtle but did not go unnoticed by her husband and soon they were moving together in an unhurried manner. Each of them
was learning what the other liked and just wanting to bask in the fact that they were now one and that no one could ever separate them again.

Soon their movements quickened as their passion and desire for the other increased. Before long they were both coming crying out the others name
as pleasure soared through them both. Once the pleasure died away he pulled away and pulled her into his arms coving them as he released the
spell that held the two observers from view. They nodded at them as they walked out the door no doubt to report to her father and his that the marriage had now been consummated.

After they were gone he joined his bride in peaceful slumber a smile gracing his handsome face.

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The next morning Darcy awoke alone in bed. Reaching out to see where her husband had gone she found his side of the bed cold to the touch. She
took a quick glace around the lightly lit room to finally spot him by the balcony. She pulled her gown back on and then went to join him. When she
reached his side she got a surprise she had never thought she would ever get. Loki was BLUE! He had turned to his other form and was looking out
over the garden that they had been married in the night before.

"Loki?" she questioned softly lying a hand on his arm startling him out of his thoughts.

He went to change back but she stopped him. "Don't please," she said softly as she admired his new look.

"You shouldn't look at me like this, Darcy," he said carefully.

"And why not?" she demanded.

"Because, I am a monster. A creature to be feared," he returned trying to turn from her.

Darcy placed both hands on his face and turned him to her. "Loki, listen to me, please. You are not a monster. It is true that you have caused a lot of
misery to others but that doesn't make you a monster. The Jotun, from what I have managed to gather, are a giant race its true but does that really
make them monsters? I love you and I don't care what color you skin is, you could turn purple and I would still love you. It's what's in here, that counts," she said laying a hand over his heart.

He listened to her words and heard the conviction behind them but it wasn't until he looked into her beloved face that he read the truth of what she
was saying. "So you don't see me as the creature that everyone here fears?" he asked.

"Nope," she quipped with a grin. "Besides, I think you look particularly sexy this way. Did I ever tell you that my favorite color is blue," she finished
with a huge grin and a mischievous look in her eyes.

He saw the look she was giving him and knew what it was she wanted then and he could not deny her. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply
before he returned them to their bed.