Hey! Are you ready for the big wedding! WOOOOOO! Bit of a warning; this story is rated M for a reason that will be made clear in THIS CHAPTER! A big thanks to all the follows/favourites/reviews, and to anyone who has found me on Vine/Tumblr. One of the people who I've met through Vine has started to beta for me beginning with this chapter. They don't have a fanfic account, but they know who they are ;) Anyway, enjoy x

Chapter 7

The day of the wedding had arrived. Sigyn felt hollow as maids fluttered around her prodding, poking, pulling, pushing.

She couldn't pay attention to the beautiful white gown she had been adorned in nor the way her hair had been intricately styled. All she could think about was her last encounter with Prince Loki. She hadn't seen him since the incident in the library and had hoped to apologise, but he seemed to be avoiding her. Well, he couldn't for much longer, at least Sigyn hoped he couldn't. How embarrassing would that be? Standing at the altar alone waiting for someone who would never come. Admittedly she had thought about doing that very thing, but couldn't bring herself to embarrass him like that.

She couldn't decide whether Loki would have the same opinion; she didn't know him well enough. Oh, Norns, what if he did leave her there? Would she be made to marry Theoric? She knew she would prefer not to marry either of them, but if she had to decide, Sigyn knew she would choose to marry Loki. She didn't know why. She just knew that the idea of being married to Loki felt... right? No, she needed to stop thinking too much. It was just because she was slightly frightened of Theoric, wasn't it?

She was saved from her own deep ponderings by the feel of a gentle hand on her arm.

She turned to see Amma's kind face before the maid spoke. "My Lady, the queen has come. She wishes to speak with you."

Sigyn turned to see Queen Frigga, dressed elegantly with a comforting smile on her face.

"My Queen," Sigyn murmured as she started to curtsey.

Frigga rushed forward. "No, no, don't worry about that; you don't want to crease your dress." She gently squeezed Sigyn's shoulder with one hand whilst the other held out a square velvet box. "For you."

Sigyn carefully took the little box and opened it to reveal a necklace. The thin chain was an aged gold colour. An oval gem, about the size of an eye hung from it. When it moved in the light, the colours flickered between purple, blue, yellow, green, pink and many more. The stone was inlaid in a bed of metal the same colour as the chain. It was beautiful.

She stared with wide eyes. "I... I couldn't possibly accept this."

"Don't be silly. Of course you can. It is a tradition for the women in my family. I received it from my mother on my wedding day, and it was given to her by my grandmother on her wedding day. Since I have no daughters of my own I thought it fitting to give it to you and you can pass it on yourself one day. After all, by the end of the day you will be my daughter."

Sigyn could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She had never been given anything so precious and the fact that it signified so much made it even more special.

"Oh, my dear." Frigga pulled Sigyn in for an embrace.

Sigyn grasped the queen tightly. "I'm sorry, it's just... I've never had a mother before."

"Darling," Frigga pulled away to wipe the tears from Sigyn's eyes, "I knew Hallótta quite well. Your mother would have been proud of you. She would be sad to have missed this day. The least I can do is reassure her that you will be cared for."

When more tears escaped from Sigyn's eyes the queen swiped them away with her thumb. "Now, now, you are getting married today. Your eyes can't be red and blotchy."

A small giggle escaped Sigyn's lips as she sniffed and tried to compose herself.

"Here let me," the queen took the necklace from her hands as the bride struggled to fasten the clasp at the back of her neck.

It fell to about an inch above her breasts. Sigyn picked it up in her fingers to study the way the colours changed.

A booming knock at the door interrupted them.

"Sigyn, are you ready? It's time." Her father's voice resonated through the solid wood.

When he entered he bowed deeply upon seeing the queen.

Frigga nodded graciously before turning back to Sigyn. "I had best go and take my seat. Good luck, Sigyn." She gave the girl one last hug before gracefully leaving the room.

Hugin held his arm out to his daughter and she took it silently.

All the way to the grand hall neither of them said a word. It was only when they stopped just outside of the large golden doors that Hugin spoke. "You look beautiful, Sigyn. I wish your mother could see you."

She looked up to her father with wide eyes. However, before she could respond, music started playing and the doors opened noisily.

Sigyn's legs felt like lead as her father guided her down the long aisle. The grand hall was full to the brim with courtiers who had come to see their prince be married.

Shy by nature, Sigyn cringed slightly at the whispers flitting through the crowd as she walked past them all, probably ladies gossiping about the suddenness of the marriage or how pretty her dress was.

Nearing the end of the aisle she glanced up to see Odin and Loki facing her. The All-Father at the centre, the prince slightly to his left.

When they arrived, Hugin placed his daughter's hand in Loki's before going to take his seat.

Sigyn felt sick. She had yet to look Loki in the eye and remained with her head bowed throughout the ceremony, nodding, speaking vows when she had to, and of course exchanging rings.

Before she knew it, she was closing her eyes tight as Loki placed a hand along her jaw line and leant in to touch his lips to hers. Applause erupted all around them, though Sigyn could barely hear it from the stupor she was in. Her legs seemed to move of their own accord as Loki led her to the large dining room.

Before the party started to eat, the customs continued as Loki knelt down in front of Sigyn and presented her with a sword. It was tradition for a husband to present his wife with a sword on their wedding day so that she could look after it for their first born son. Sigyn took it carefully, feeling slightly awkward at having a prince kneeling to her. Despite the fact that she was officially a princess now, it still felt strange.

A little while into the feast, Loki offered his hand to her as the music started. Sigyn gently took it and he led her to the dance floor. He placed a hand on her hip as he began to move her fluidly in a dance similar to the one they had performed when they first met. Sigyn allowed herself to relax as the music swirled around her.

As the day carried on, she danced with her brother, her father, Prince Thor and Loki again before finally returning to her seat.

Dark began to creep across the sky and people began to leave, exhausted from dancing and drunk from too much mead.

Then came the part that Sigyn was dreading. She knew what was meant to happen on the wedding night; the head physician to women, Eir, had come to speak to her about it the previous night. When Loki stood and held out his hand she had to physically stop herself from grabbing her skirts and dashing out of the hall.

But she didn't do that. Instead she took Loki's pale, long-fingered hand and allowed him to lead her from the hall, up the stairs and along the winding corridors until they reached their chambers.

Sigyn couldn't stop herself from giving a small jump when Loki closed the door to their bedroom with a soft click.

Her heart sped up as he turned to face her and took off the golden horned helmet he had been wearing all day. As he walked over to place it atop a chest of drawers, Sigyn brought her trembling hands up to start taking down her hair. Being used to simply pulling it out of a single long braid, she struggled as she fumbled with the numerous pins and flowers entwined in her pale blonde locks.

Silently Loki walked up behind her and gently pushed her hands away as he untangled the trinkets for her. When her hair fell in curls down her back, he gently swept it over her right shoulder before placing his fingers at the ties to her dress.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out before he could start unlacing. His fingers paused as she carried on. "I apologise for what I said in the library."

Loki's hands moved to her shoulders and turned her to face him. She noticed an unidentifiable emotion flicker in his emerald gaze.

When he remained silent she carried on. "I deeply regret what happened. I shouldn't have spoken to you in such a way. I wanted to take back the words as soon as I had said them."

He deeply breathed in and then out through his nose. "I wouldn't have minded if there was a reason for it, but it was uncalled for." He paused to stroke her waist-length curls. "Seeing your regret, and if you promise to never step out of line in such a way again, I will forget that it ever happened."

A small smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, My Prince."

"Sigyn, not only are we now wed, but we are in the privacy of our bedchamber. I think that is enough reason to call me by my name."

"Yes, My… Loki."

He gave her a small smirk before turning her back around to start unlacing her dress. His fingers were light as they tugged at the ties.

As his hands went lower down her back and she felt her dress opening, Sigyn's breathing increased and her heart pounded in her chest. When it was loose enough, the beautiful white gown fell to her feet, leaving her in only her shift.

Trembling, she turned to face him and noticed how his eyes darkened as she brought her hands up to unclip the clasps at each of his shoulders. The green cloak slid down his back and fell to the floor with a dull thump.

His voice was deeper than usual when he spoke. "Would you go to the bed?"

Sigyn tentatively walked over to the large bed. The linen was fresh and must have been changed during the wedding. She sat on the edge and slipped her shoes off before kicking them to the side.

She twisted her fingers together as she breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Come on, Sigyn, it has to be done.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused her to look up. Loki had removed his armour, shirt and boots leaving him only in his breeches. A blush spread across her face as he caught her studying his pale chest. His muscles were not large, but long and lean. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel down to the waistband of his trousers and, presumably, lower.

He carefully sat down beside her, his bare arm brushing along hers.

She shivered at the slight contact, jumping when his right hand moved to her own to untangle her fingers. He trailed his fingers up her left arm where it left a trail of goosebumps. His hand went from her arm, to her shoulder, to her neck before finally cupping her cheek. He stroked her cheekbone tenderly with his thumb before leaning forward to press his lips to hers.

The kiss was gentle but insistent. It deepened as he used his lips to open hers and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. A beautiful ache flickered between her legs and a gasp caught in her throat.

Her hands seemed to move of their own accord as they trailed up his bare chest, round the back of his neck and into his dark locks. She couldn't help but feel slightly smug as he shivered in pleasure from her touch.

Her breathing grew heavy as he lowered her onto the bed.

He broke their lips apart as he climbed atop of her, his green eyes hooded.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his hands crept under the hem of her shift and began to pull it up her legs. His fingers crawled up her thighs and then the sides of her body before he pulled the final thing guarding her virtue over her head.

She opened her eyes to see him removing his breeches and quickly looked away from what was revealed to her. Oh, Norns. How was that going to fit inside her? She couldn't stop thinking about the excruciating pain it would surely bring.

"Where is Fenrir?" she blurted out.

Loki paused and looked down at her in confusion.

"It's just that I thought he would be staying with us and I was wondering why he wasn't here."

Loki attempted to use a calming tone. "He's in the kennels. I did not think you would want him bothering us tonight."

"Oh."

Once she had remained quiet for a few seconds, Loki leant down to kiss her again. As his tongue entwined with hers, his hand traced up her ribs before moving to gently cup her left breast.

She gasped as she pulled her lips away from his. "Will he be alright in the kennels? I really don't mind him being here. We could go and get him -."

His loud sigh cut her off and he pressed his forehead to her neck.

After a moment, he raised his head to look her in the eyes. He lifted his hand and stroked her hair comfortingly.

"I realise you are nervous, Sigyn. If you just breath deeply and relax I promise that you will feel pleasure."

She stared up into his deep emerald eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Taking a deep breath she shifted, opening her legs to cradle him.

One of his hands braced himself above her while the other curled around her hip. Then it slowly lowered to the top of her legs and he dipped a long thin finger into her folds.

Gasping, she sat up on her elbows. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, just relax. I am making sure your body is ready for me." He touched his lips to her forehead and whispered, "Lie back and feel."

As soon as she settled back into the bedding, her breath hitched as his finger slowly trailed up and down her folds. Each time he reached the top he would rub against the little bundle of nerves that she didn't even know existed, and each time he dipped lower he would slip his finger about an inch inside of her.

Her muscles started to relax as a delicious warmth spread through them. Her head fell back against the pillows and she gripped the bed sheets in her fists as the pleasure was gradually getting more and more intense.

She couldn't help but let out a small moan as his head lowered to her right breast and his tongue quickly flicked back and forth against the tip. As the bud hardened, he moved across to do the same to her left. Sigyn couldn't stop her back from arching up in a desperate attempt to gain more pressure.

She whimpered quietly when both his mouth and his hand pulled away from her. She saw him smirk at her obvious arousal.

Loki shifted so that he was positioned at her entrance. As his hand trailed down her thigh to hook it over his hip, her eyes flashed up to his. His pupils were so dilated that only a thin sliver of green could be noticed around the edge.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he began to push into her. He slowly sank into her and she squirmed a little bit, trying to fight the urge to push him away. He stilled when he reached the barrier of her maidenhood, gazing intently at every emotion that flickered across her face. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes and nodded to him.

He pushed inside her, all the way to the hilt. Sigyn gave out a small cry and grasped his shoulders as he stilled, waiting for her to become accustomed to him. After a few deep breaths, she opened her screwed up eyes to see his face marred with a frown of effort.

Taking a final deep breath she whispered shakily, "Loki."

He took that as a sign to carry on, and he started slowly moving inside of her.

When her eyes squeezed shut again, he commanded, "Look at me," in a whisper.

Sigyn's crystal blue eyes flashed open to stare into Loki's emerald green pair that were so dark she could only just see the colour of them.

They maintained eye contact as he pushed in and out, in and out, making sure to be slow and gentle for her as he brushed her inner walls.

Gradually the warmth pooled in her stomach once more and her muscles relaxed as pleasure, even more intense than when he had had his fingers on her, slowly spread through her body. The feeling grew stronger and stronger with each thrust.

He quickened the pace slightly as he noticed her becoming more comfortable. Tentatively, her thighs tightened slightly as they cradled his hips, and she started to whimper in time with his heavy pants.

She couldn't stop her eyelids from flickering shut as the burning sensation in her belly heightened and Loki's thrusts became harder and more erratic. After a moment, she began to shyly start pushing her hips up to meet his, curious about what she felt when they pushed against each other at once. This seemed to please him greatly and he started to grunt and moan each time they joined. Sigyn's eyes opened at the sound and a bolt of panic shot through her at what she saw. She could see the condensation puffing out of his mouth with each breath.

Her hips stilled and she snatched her hands away from his shoulders, staring in horror at the small flakes of ice where her fingers had been. How could he not have noticed? The feelings he was sparking inside her were causing her to lose control of her powers. Oh, Norns, what if she hurt him?

Suddenly his thrusts became a lot faster and harder, and his grunts became louder and rougher, as if he was trying to reach some sort of conclusion.

She couldn't help but moan as the fire in her belly intensified impossibly further. She could feel herself climbing to some sort of peak, the pressure building as if she might explode. She had to stop it. If she allowed herself to erupt who knew what damage she could do to him at the blast of power that would surely burst forth.

She scrunched her eyes shut and tightened her muscles, her hands fisting the sheets as she desperately tried to reign in the delicious feeling.

Loki started to shake and his eyes rolled back into his skull as his release spilled into her, waves of pleasure rippling through his body.

His shuddering seemed to make something spike inside Sigyn and she nearly let go, but with a desperate, "No!" she managed to quash it down, thankful that it subsided easily due to Loki's stillness.

Her eyes remained tightly shut as she both heard and felt his heavy breathing mingling with hers.

Loki remained above her for a few moments before sliding out of her and moving away. Sigyn opened her eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

She stared at his long pale back and flinched when he hissed furiously, "What. Was. That?"

Her mouth went dry and when she didn't reply immediately, his head snapped round so that he could glare at her with blazing green eyes.

"You think me incapable, beneath pleasuring you? You think me unworthy? You were enjoying it, why did you not let me give you that peak of ecstasy?" His voice was laced with rage, but Sigyn thought that, maybe, there was a hint of underlying hurt in his tone. No, there couldn't. Why would there be?

She felt vulnerable as his sharp gaze stared down at her trembling naked body. Tears pricked her eyes as she whispered, "N-No, no, no. I-It isn't that." She swallowed. "Could you not feel it? The cold? I don't know what it was that I was feeling, but it was making me lose control of my magic. I couldn't… I couldn't… I was afraid of hurting you. I didn't know what was going to happen if I… I do not know."

Suddenly, he loomed over her and his body was pressed against hers once more. "You think you need to protect me? You think you could hurt me?" he snarled. "You have no idea how strong I am."

Her eyes widened and a tear escaped, rolling down her cheek as she whispered, "I was just -,"

"No!" he yelled, cutting her off. He brought his face down so that their lips were millimetres apart. "I have never left any woman unsatisfied, and I do not intend to start tonight, not with my wife." he spat through his teeth.

Sigyn couldn't help the spike of heat between her legs at his words.

He shifted, nipping at her neck and shoulder with his teeth as he slid down. When he reached her breasts, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses all over them, causing her back to arch off the bed. His long fingers stroked down her sides, over her hips and down to her thighs. Then the tip of his sharp tongue trailed a line down her quivering stomach, dipping into her navel before moving to each of her hips to place a kiss on them. She grew weak as the yearning sensation smouldered inside her, his persuasive mouth making her believe his words, and squirm with delight.

He pulled away for a brief moment before brushing his lips across her inner thighs. A soft gasp escaped her as his mouth and tongue plunged into her folds. His tongue circled the little bud before swiping down and pushing into her opening.

She writhed uncontrollably on the bed as his magical tongue pleasured her, all of her worries and thoughts seemed pointless as the sensation overwhelmed her. When she reached her peak the feeling was so intense that it was nearly excruciating. She clawed at the bed and cried out loudly as her whole body arched. Wave after wave of pleasure licked through her as Loki continued to thrust his tongue inside of her. She collapsed, her arms dropping either side of her and she felt as if she would faint.

Loki crawled back up and lay to the side, pulling her shaking body into his arms and holding her against his chest. Sigyn opened her eyes when she felt cold drops of wetness on her face to see snow gently drifting down onto the bed.

"You see," Loki whispered, his breath moving her hair, "that is all that happens."

All she could do was sigh contently. Then a thought came to her. "Why could you not feel my body getting cold?"

Loki remained silent for a few moments, contemplating his answer. "I do not know." He took a deep breath. "Put it out of your mind. Sleep."

Sigyn nuzzled into his chest and let the exhaustion take over her.

A.N. Phew! What did you think? I hope it was ok, it's the first smut I've written. Yeah... I have no idea what Asgardian weddings are like in the Marvel universe, but I tried to research a little into viking weddings and thats where that whole deal with the sword comes from. Thanks so much for reading and please let me know what you think x

p.s. here are what Sigyn's dress, hair and necklace from Frigga look like:

DRESS: if you google 'medieval wedding dresses' it should be the seventh one and it should have a blue background.

HAIR: google 'weddinggawker braided updos' it's the first one that comes up.

NECKLACE: google 'topshop oval mood stone necklace', it's the first one.