I spent the next three days avoiding Loki like the plague. But in my defense, I was too busy to see him anyway. My wedding gown had to be fitted to my body perfectly, so I spent many hours standing there, getting pricked by pins as the sewers did their work. I tried not to curse too much from the pain, but with almost no luck. But on the day of the wedding, when I awoke to the sun hitting my face, and the sound of my door opening and closing, the nerves began to settle in. I had accepted that the prophecy was real and true. I couldn't deny the words that sat on the scroll in front of me the night I had gone to the archives. I also couldn't deny the lingering feelings that always arose when I thought of Loki, or was in his presence.

I slowly pulled myself out of bed, and staggered into my ensuite. After a freakishly long shower of which I pondered running down the rainbow bridge and begging Heimdall to send me back to Earth, I shook my head as my heart's needs overcame my mind's reasoning and logic. I sat quietly as my handmaidens carefully styled my hair with more intricacy and detail than they had before. Once my hair had been done, and my makeup applied, they helped me slip into my wedding dress. I looked at myself in the full length mirror as they focused on making sure my dress was sitting properly. It was a silk cloth, as always. The pure white almost matched the colour of my skin. It draped to one side gradually, being held up by two metal shoulder pads with elegant engravings of swirling shapes and minuscule writing on the metal. A long, deep green cape descended down my back, forming into a long train. A headpiece was placed carefully over my hair, of which my auburn waves fell down my shoulders in a perfect fashion. The tops of my hair, near my face had been pulled back. The headpiece sat on my head, the same metal as the shoulder pads of the dress. The headpiece was a thick piece of metal that went across my head in a horizontal fashion, descending down slightly in the centre of my forehead, and descending further at the back of my head. I guessed this was to be my crown. As I looked at the finished product in the mirror in front of me, I smiled, feeling genuinely beautiful for the first time. Of all the dresses I had worn, this one, was by far the most beautiful.

We made our way to the gardens slowly. My handmaidens also wore elegant silk dresses in white, one stood on each side of me, with the others standing at the back, making sure my train moved perfectly, and fixing it if it didn't. I could feel my heart burning through my chest, pounding as it went. The blood in my veins started to boil in a mixture of excitement and nerves. I took deep breaths, attempting to calm myself. We walked through the throne room, heading towards the entrance doors to the garden outside where the wedding was taking place. I took one last deep breath before the doors opened. And when they did, I held my head high, and began walking. The garden had been decked out with large bouquets lined along the aisle that led to a golden platform at the end of the garden, where Loki stood in his full Kingly attire. He stood confidently wearing black slightly baggy leather pants tucked into knee length boots. He wore a metal and leather intertwined top, almost like armor. A long green cape flowed down his back, and he wore his horned helmet. His hands were clasped together at his front. Behind him, and behind Fandral, who had been given the honour of joining us, towered a tall tree, of which I had noticed before when I had come to the gardens. Its golden leaves glistened in the sunlight, its fruit was also glistening in their pear shape. I took another deep breath.

The doors had opened and there she stood. A beauty that could not be compared to any other in all the nine realms. I could not hide the smile that erupted onto my face as she began her walk down the aisle. I controlled my breathing as I watched her with a deep stare. She looked radiant. She looked like a true Queen of Asgard. She took a deep breath, clearly nervous when she stopped in front of me. We turned to face one another, as Fandral began speaking. I kept my gaze on her, unaware at times of the guests that crowded the gardens, dressed in their lavish attire. They had lined alongside the aisle, all awaiting the arrival of the future Queen and my wife. She had a soft smile on her lips as she watched me as well. Fandral stopped speaking, awaiting our replies as we promised ourselves to one another. The words I spoke were truthful and undeniable as I promised to protect her, and allow her complete freedom. Once we had exchanged our promises, the final step of the ceremony was to be completed. Fandral picked a fruit from the eternal tree, it was carefully cut, and a piece was handed to Anne. She took it gracefully. As she chewed the last of it, swallowing, her skin glowed for a brief moment before dimming down once more. The process was complete. She was now an Asgardian, and my wife. The guests began to cheer as we walked down the aisle, making our way to the dining hall where the remainder of the festivities would take place.

I finally felt myself calming down as we entered the dining hall and took our seats at the table. Beautifully presented food had been placed on each table, with the guests taking their seats. Loki smiled at me with joy. I felt different. The fruit had tasted incredible. And it had made me feel just as incredible. As the guests began to eat their way through the huge amounts of food, Loki leaned in and whispered into my ear,

"Are you happy Anne?" His voice was soft, jovial. I looked at him and smiled, nodding. I was happy. It wasn't something I could exactly deny either though, considering I couldn't wipe the smile off my face no matter how hard I tried. But as the events of the wedding drew to a close, I was escorted by my handmaidens back to my quarters. As we wandered along, I began to notice we were going in a different way. We stopped instead, in front of a different set of doors.

"Where are we?" I asked, confused.

"These are the King's quarters my Queen. All your things have been moved into his quarters, now that you are married..." One of my handmaidens explained. The lightbulb turned on quickly in my head. Oh shit. Oh crapeddy-crapeddy-crap. I had completely forgotten about the sex part. My handmaidens opened the doors and led me in, before leaving quickly, closing the doors behind them. My chest began to heave up and down nervously. It wasn't like I didn't want to sleep with him, it was just that I didn't expect it to be so... Planned.

I looked around his room quickly, my eyes darting in all different directions. He wasn't here. I was alone... For now. He had a large bookshelf in one corner, filled with old volumes. A desk sat nearby it, papers strewn across it, along with some books. An ensuite sat near the large four poster bed, of which was adorned with deep green coloured silk sheets, and a fur blanket for the cold nights. A wooden, engraved wardrobe sat on the other side, closer to me, it's doors painted with golden shapes and writing. I noticed the bed itself was on a platform, the side it sat on, completely platformed, with a small set of stairs running along the length of the room. But as I inspected his living quarters with my nervous eyes, I heard the doors to the room open and close once more. The sound of a lock clicking...