Chapter One Hundred
"Do you, Clarissa Osbourne, swear to lay your love and loyalty to this man, Loki Laufeyson, and to accept him as your husband?"
I took a deep breath. "I swear."
"And do you, Loki Laufeyson, swear to lay your love and loyalty to this woman, Clarissa Osbourne, and accept her as your wife?"
"I swear," Loki said, without a breath of hesitation.
"Clarissa Osbourne, do you accept the responsibilities of being Queen of Asgard?"
"Yes," I said.
"And Loki Laufeyson, do you swear to let your bride rule by your side as Queen?"
"Yes," Loki said.
"Do you both swear to treat each other with the uptmost respect and love, and to treat each other equally?"
"Yes," we said.
"Do you promise to trust each other despite your doubts, despite the accusations, and despite the situation?"
"Yes," we said.
"Then I pronounce you as husband and wife, and as King and Queen." Castiel put down his questions. "You may kiss the bride."
And for the first time, I kissed Loki. (I know, right? I can't believe that it took this long.)
After our kiss, I was crowned as Queen.
Loki and I locked hands. Throughout the entire ceremony, his stance, his expression, never wavered.
"All hail the Queen!" he shouted, raising our joined hands in the air.
"All hail the Queen!" the crowd shouted back.
And for the first time in forever, I smiled.