Written to: For the First Time in Forever - Frozen OST, Anna (Kristen Bell) and Elsa (Idina Menzel). More focused on the Anna side of the song than Elsa's, but...eh. Elsa's side is good too, just not as fitting for this chapter, crosspost from AO3.
Qualtagh: The first person you meet on a special day.
Loki hadn't seen Thor in two weeks; it was some strange Midgardian custom about the bride and groom not seeing each other that Thor had insisted upon observing as a nod to his fellow Avengers. Loki thought it was completely absurd, and had searched through all of Asgard for the other god; when he couldn't find him, Loki began a frantic search through the rest of the nine realms (when he got to Svartalfheim, Malekith glared at him and hissed like a dying cat; clearly Loki wasn't welcome there, not since the accident) to no avail.
And he had eventually given up, taking solace in dressing Modi up in his tiny ceremonial robes. Jory had been given a set of clothing, too, for the royal wedding, but the baby serpent hated the tiny knitted sweater, thought it was far too itchy around his neck and what were the sleeves for, really, were these people blind, he didn't have arms.
"You look gorgeous, darling," Farbauti says gently, snapping Loki out of his thoughts. He examines himself in the looking glass, admires the cool silver silk threaded through with deep ivy threads draped over his shoulders.
"Yes, just one thing," Frigga adds, turning to fetch something from her dresser. When she turns back, she smiles up at Loki, opening her hands to him, displaying a slender golden circlet. "Let me put this on for you?"
Loki smiles, bends his head down, lets Frigga arrange the circlet over his temples. Frigga steps back to stand by Farbauti, the two of them smiling proudly up at him, and Loki bites the inside of his cheek to stop the tears crawling up his throat from spilling.
"Thank you," he says softly. "Thank you both, so, so much."
Loki stands before the closed chapel door, hearing the voices inside, and tries to quell the hammering of his heart, clinging tightly to Laufey's arm on one side and Odin's on the other. He thinks that Odin, today, looks particularly like the sultan from an animated Midgardian movie he had once seen, and he has to stifle the urge to giggle crazily as the doors swing open gently in front of them and they start to move forward.
All the guests stand, and their faces blur in front of Loki, all bright eyes and smiles of awe and amazement. He sees Darcy standing at the front, pretty in a simple, creamy blue dress, taking her place as maid of honour; sees the other Avengers dressed in formal clothing as various bridesmaids and groomsmen. He glares at Anthony, but the Man of Iron either ignores him or doesn't see him through the lacy veil that covers Loki's face. He prefers to think it was the latter.
Laufey and Odin part to the sides, depositing Loki by Thor, and the high priest begins the ceremony in a low, droning voice that would have Loki dozing off if he hadn't been so excited and jumpy.
Loki doesn't catch most of the ceremony, the words rushing through him and over him, not staying long enough for comprehension.
He comes back to himself as Thor turns to him, lifts up his broad hands and gently, gently pulls back the veil. Without the lace to cover his sight, Loki is surprised when he sees the tears shining in Thor's blue eyes, and he begins to worry that something is wrong.
"Oh, Loki," Thor whispers, cradling his face in his hands, "you are so lovely."
Loki feels the tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes as he smiles brilliantly, and returns Thor's kiss and tight embrace while the hall erupts in applause around them.