Chapter One Hundred and One
Loki mentioned that it was the biggest wedding that ever took place on Asgard. It was certainly very large. Everyone from the war attended.
We asked Cas to perform the service. He was nervous about it, but Dean convinced him to do it. The Doctor seemed a bit upset that he didn't get the chance, but I told him that he couldn't perform the service if he was also going to walk me down the aisle. Someone had too, and who better than him?
Thor, Harry, Dean, and Sherlock were the best men (I am too allowed more than one!). My foster siblings were there as well. Jamie and Emma were the flower girls, while Toby carried the rings, and Jacob carried my crown.
It was all perfect…
Except...I was missing someone.
My Maid of Honor.
Isabelle.
I chose to remember her from before she died. The first time. That's what I let my foster family think. They don't know that she came back to life, or about the war.
They didn't know anything.
And it was going to stay that way.
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We started the reception with our waltz. Sherlock taught me how to do it.
"Wow," I said, as Loki spun me around. "Who would've thought, all those years ago, that we would end up like this?"
"I loved you from the beginning," Loki said, dipping me. "And now I get to spend forever with you. Something that I only dreamed of."
I raised an eyebrow. "You, dreamed?"
"It's not as unusual as you might think. To conjure up my illusions, I need to imagine them in their place," Loki said.
"How do you know this isn't an illusion?" I asked. He leaned me down.
"I don't," he whispered, spinning me out and back into his embrace. "But I'm willing to bet that it isn't."
We moved like water. We danced perfectly together, as if we've been dancing like this for ages. I doubt that the people around us would figure out that this was our first time dancing together.
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That's the funny thing about love. You don't know that you needed it until you have it. Until you need that person so much that you can't breathe without it. And when you're not by their side, it's like you're missing half of you.
Love is a dangerous thing. It makes you rely too much on someone else. And when they're gone, you almost fall over from their absence.
But while it may be a weakness, it is also a strength.
Love gives you the power to do things: to be stronger, to be brighter.
Love is what starts war, and ends them. It unites us, and destroys us.
Love is the ultimate weapon.
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The other couples joined us on the dance floor. As I watched them twirl around us, I couldn't help but look for Isabelle. She was supposed to be here.
"You're looking for her, aren't you?" Loki asked. "Isabelle?"
"I just-" My throat closed up. "She was supposed to be here. It was never supposed to go like this."
"Every villain is a hero in their own mind," Loki said. "I should know."
The music stopped. Sherlock came up and tapped Loki on the shoulder. "May I steal the bride away for a dance?" he asked.
Loki stepped away, gesturing to me. Sherlock took my hand and twirled me away.
As we danced away from Loki, I saw Thor come up to him. Thor put a hand on Loki's shoulder, chuckling, and said, "My brother, I fear that you may have lost her for the rest of the night. Everyone would like a chance to dance with the bride, and it seems that this room is mostly full of men."
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Wow, guys. Over a hundred chapters. Albeit, they are quite short, but it's still much farther than I expected this to be.
Forrestib recommended that the fans of my story should be called The Shadow Sacrificers. I like that, but to make it fair, if anyone has any other ideas, please comment at the end of the chapter. When I post the next chapter, I will put down the choices, and you can vote on them.
Sweet dreams, everyone.