"You look beautiful." His voice was smooth but honest. I looked over my shoulder as he slowly sauntered towards me. He carefully took his helmet off, placing it on a set of ornate drawers in the corner that I had not seen when I walked in. He kept his strong gaze on me, a soft smile playing on his lips. I looked him with a watchful gaze as he stopped beside me. He laid his hand on the small of my back, over the fabrics that kept his soft skin away from mine. I looked at him through my eyelashes, dotted with mascara. Or, what the Asgardian's used in replace of mascara. "You are my wife now." He began again, his voice soft, joyful. "And I am your husband. I told you, you would be my Queen." He chuckled, his voice teasing as he proclaimed that he indeed had been right. I pursed my lips together so I wouldn't smile. I didn't want to encourage him right now. He stepped closer, his hands lifting to carefully remove my crown. "A crown fit for a true Queen." He said, smiling. He stepped back to the chest of drawers, where his helmet sat on top. He placed my crown next to his, and looked over his shoulder smiling. He smirked as he walked back to me, running his hand down my back slowly, smiling. "This is a stunning outfit, perfect for our wedding." I looked away now, as his gaze intensified. Any more eye contact like that, and I wouldn't be so reluctant to sleep with him. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so reluctant, but I put it down to my innate need to be defiant, which some would also call the trait known as stubbornness. Something I was quite aware that I possessed.

"Stop it." I cautioned. I heard him chuckle playfully. He walked over to the wardrobe and began to undo his outfit, pulling the metal armored torso off and placing it inside the wardrobe. He stripped down to only his slightly baggy leather pants. I noticed a leather knotting effect ran down each side of the legs. He pulled his boots off and laid them on the floor next to the wardrobe. I inspected his back with my alert eyes. He was slender, as I had always thought him to be, his shoulder blades moved as he straightened himself up. I had a thing for shoulder blades... And he had some good ones on him... Dammit. I took a deep breath and straightened myself to a perfect posture as he turned, that playful smile dancing on his lips. The front of his chest was just as delectable and perfect. His pale skin showed his slender torso, slightly buff on his arms. His taught chest moved towards me, and I found myself struggling to look away. I pressed my hands to my sides in precaution as he stopped in front of me. I glared at him, my eyes warning him not to take another step.

"I won't touch you. Not if you don't want me to." He said honestly. He smirked before speaking again, "At least let me help you out of your gown." He waited for my response. I nodded. He lifted his hands, removing my long green cape. He walked over to an armchair placed in the corner. He folded the long cape and placed it across the armchair. I didn't move. I was too hesitant and on edge to move. He stopped beside me once again, his body angled to face mine. He began to undo my dress, slowly, and with great caution. I felt his fingers brush against my skin as he did so. The touch was intoxicating but I took deep breaths to calm myself. He didn't look at me, instead his eyes were fixated on undoing my dress. Once he had unlaced it, he stepped back a bit, allowing me to step out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground in a silky heap. His eyes didn't falter in their gaze into mine. I felt slightly impressed by this, knowing I was now standing half naked in only my underwear, in front of him. And yet, he didn't look at my body, he looked into my eyes. I stepped out of my heels, my feet landing flat on the stone ground. The floor was cold, and my feet reacted as so, shifting my stance to accustom my bare skin to the temperature of the ground. We stared at one another for a long moment, it was as if he was frozen. His eyes searching through mine. "Do you want me to touch you?" He spoke tenderly, but there was a desperation to his voice, a need that ran through it... I knew the answer to that question immediately, my heart beating profoundly, my blood pulsating through my veins with a need and desire I had not encountered before. I stayed still, my lips pursed together. I knew it was inevitable. If not tonight, then one day. And I couldn't hold off forever. Especially now that I was as immortal as he was.

I took a deep breath, and swallowed loudly. My hands were still pressed to the side of my legs in a desperate attempt to keep myself in check. I remembered the feelings that burst through my veins as he had touched me before. The kissed we had shared, sending my mind racing in ecstasy. I knew it would happen again, the feeling of utter happiness, my nerves standing on end as he felt me over, my breath hoarse from breathing so heavily. As I opened my mouth, about to reply to his words, I took another deep breath...

MWUHAHAHA! I had to. I just had to! Everyone was like "post the next chapter NOW!" Hehehe... Maybe it'll be in the next chapter...who knows? ;)

OR... maybe Anne might just say no to Loki's question... I'll leave that for you guys to decide, let me know in the comments! Loving the feedback by the way, it keeps me going! SO THANKS!