Everyone who was anyone received an invitation to Annalise and Loki's wedding which was announced with only several days' notice. The day before nuptials were to take place, sheikhs, kings, duchesses, presidents and prime ministers from all over the world flocked to Carrollcliffe to bear witness to the marriage of their new godly ruler to a human woman.

Though pleased with the attention, Loki stood aloof atop the double staircase, watching the plebeians putter about the floor below. Guests arrived, but Loki bothered himself with no one. He made no attempt to socialize, though Annalise did threaten to flush her 15 carat cushion-cut diamond ring, centered between two generously sized emeralds, down the toilet if he didn't at least come to dinner.

As he was educated on the role the rings play in marriage, Loki initially insisted on a bigger diamond to better show his ownership of Annalise, but she pointed out that if the rock were any larger she'd have a hard time lifting her hand for daily tasks, let alone performing her queenly duties.

Her charges participated that evening as castle staff, dressed in matching uniforms and providing a smooth and pleasant night for the guests and the somewhat happy couple. They escorted visitors to and from their rooms and acted as a concierge, receiving clothing purchases and gift orders from the surrounding areas as people arrived after cross-continental flights on relatively short notice.

The evening before the wedding, it was Annalise who wined and dined on behalf of the couple, putting on a happy face for her public. She spent the night sipping champagne and tottling around on obscenely high heels. Without them, she was unable to see over the crowd of guests and it was important that she greet each one individually, which officially made the evening a Louboutin Night.

To Loki's dismay, his fiancé refused to don an emerald gown and instead insisted on wearing a cream charmeuse dress that flared at the waist. This was most problematic of all as the way it draped over her rear was particularly becoming, and her King spent a large amount of time trying to kidnap her from the floor for debauchment.

x

When the last of the guests had retired for the night, Annalise collapsed in her chair at the head table. Her heavy lids slid closed and she rubbed her temples, attempting to sooth herself when a pair of cool hands gripped her shoulders, causing her to startle.

"Shhh, little queen."

Immediately she relaxed against Loki's deft fingers, which moved confidently about her neck, shoulders and upper back, kneading her tight muscles. As she relaxed she realized he was running his fingers beneath the neckline of her dress. She went to bat his hands away but froze when he gripped either side of her neck firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ah, ah."

With a huff she returned her hands to the table before her, toying with the place setting as her betrothed felt her up. He pulled his hands from beneath her dress and stroked her shoulders.

"Stand. Let me see all of you."

She rose, wobbly on her feet, and turned to him. Still irritated, she glared up at him, though his massage had dissolved some of her ire.

He tucked a stray tendril into her styled hair, then ran his hand down the side of her neck. He traced her collarbones with a freezing fingertip, intentionally making her shiver and her nipples harden. Removing his hand from her, he swirled his finger, indicating he wanted her to turn. Rolling her eyes, she obeyed. She was fairly certain she heard him growl when she showed off her backside. She swore by the way he looked at her that he could see through her dress.

Loki sighed heavily, as if deciding which part of her body pleased him most was a burdensome task. His gaze dragged down her legs and the corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk.

"Your Midgardian shoe style is so strange and impractical. But, I must admit, these things," he pointed at her Louboutin-clad feet, "make your legs even more appealing when you are otherwise nude. They also hinder escape."

The second he uttered the word "nude" Annalise put up an admirable fight, swatting at Loki and trying to use her ring as a weapon. Historically, when the King alluded to her nudity, she was shortly thereafter divested of clothing by force.

Loki snickered and backed her against the table, then lifted the girl so she sat on the edge. The room spun, and she realized idly that she'd consumed a steady flow of champagne, but hadn't eaten much that night.

Loki considered her with his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. As he advanced, he warned her.

"Be a good girl."

Annalise's eyes were so narrowed in anger that she could hardly see, which was mostly why she was caught off guard when Loki rucked her skirt up around her waist.

"Stop that!"

His laughter only annoyed her further, causing her to clumsily swing at him from her seated position. When she lost her balance, she almost toppled to the floor, but Loki caught her waist. He kept his hands on her as he manipulated her legs apart and then situated himself between her thighs, despite her attempts to kick him.

"Careful little peach. Midgardian drink makes you so saucy."

Like a child, she mimicked him, which only made his laughter louder.

"So saucy," she agreed, scrutinizing him as she leaned back on the table surface, supporting herself with her elbows. Though tipsy, she was quite certain she didn't want her face that close to Loki's. Dangerous things happened when his lips orbited hers.

As she reclined, Loki followed her throat with his hand, wrapping it around her and squeezing gently.

"Stay. No moving."

After several moments of tugging at his wrist, she realized all he wanted was agreement. She sighed.

"Yes, my King."

Loki's hand moved from her neck to her hair as he pulled pins from her styled locks. He shook it out over her shoulders, tucking a piece behind her ear before leaning forward and tilting her chin upwards.

"You have been a very good girl tonight."

He leaned in and kissed her languidly, completely seducing the poor girl with his mouth, so much so that she boldly held his face in her shaking hands.

Annalise whimpered softly when he pulled away, stealing one more quick kiss before sinking to his knees.

When the Loki knelt on the floor, her jaw dropped. Not only because of the act she was pretty sure it implied he was about to perform, but because this was Loki on his knees.

"What are you doing?"

With a smirk he smoothed his palms up and down the tops of her thighs, making her shiver.

"Rewarding good behavior, dearest."

She flushed, both flattered that he was pleased and irritated that he was so obnoxiously patronizing.

"Loki, you don't—Aaahhh," she gasped as she felt his lips press against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"Darling, I don't have to do anything ever."

His words went mostly unheard. Her head tipped back as he licked and suckled her sensitive skin, surely marking the delicate skin between her legs. Chest heaving, Annalise closed her eyes, completely uncertain what brought this side of Loki on, but also not issuing a complaint.

Slowly he made his way to the edge of her panties. When she began squirming, he slapped the side of her thigh to still her, which was remarkably effective. It did not, however, keep her from whimpering, especially when he nuzzled against the wet fabric.

"Always so ready for me," he crooned against her skin.

The King slowly pressed the flat of his tongue along the dark stain of moisture, pulsing the muscle against her through the undergarment and making her buck her hips.

"Loki," she whined.

Again he slapped her thigh.

"Behave or I'll take you over my knee again."

Though he couldn't see her nod, the pathetic whimper she emitted was confirmation enough. Delicately he ran his finger beneath the elastic and pushed her panties to the side. He inhaled her sweet scent deeply, groaning and palming himself through his trousers as he did so.

Had the man between her legs been anyone but Loki, she would've deemed the single lick he gave her as shy. But she knew better than that. Her King didn't comprehend a word like shy. Again lapped at her, this time he took his time, making sure to dip into her core and suckling gently against her clit.

"Fuck."

She could feel him smile against her pussy. He loved reducing his eloquent little queen to obscenities.

A scratching noise briefly distracted Loki. He pulled away from her and rose on his knees, and realized the sound he heard were her nails digging into the surface of the table.

"Do you need something, little peach?"

"Please," she begged.

As she didn't give him a definite answer, he ignored her and resumed his oral assault of her pussy. He nipped and sucked at her folds, taking moments to slowly fuck her with her tongue and suck at her exquisitely hard clit.

Her fingers buried themselves in his hair and he grunted as she yanked him upwards. Though he could've easily overpowered her, the raised his head and looked at her expectantly.

"Fuck me. Please."

"Darling, what do you think I'm doing?"

"No, the other way."

He really, genuinely tried not to smirk, but he couldn't help it.

"What other way?"

"With your cock," she whispered, her face flaming.

"Good girls ask for what they need."

"Loki, please."

The man sighed with an air of disappointment and returned his mouth to her cunt.

"Please!"

He growled as she disrupted his debauchery, and reluctantly pulled away.

"You will tell me what you need or you will stop speaking."

"Fuck me. With your cock," she whimpered.

Loki's smile was absolutely lascivious.

"As my Lady requests."

When he rose she surged forward and clawed at his belt. He enjoyed watching her desperate struggle and chose not to use magic to divest himself of his troublesome pants. She was working herself into a tizzy pulling at his buttons and zipper, and in an act to protect his swelling delicate bits, Loki took over and his trousers dropped around his ankles.

Immediately Annalise squirmed, trying to lower herself to the floor. Her head was spinning and she was mildly intoxicated, but her brain clearly conveyed the importance of wrapping her lips around his cock.

Loki's hand shot out and wound itself into her hair and he held her in place.

"You are negating all of your good behavior," he growled, "And I don't have the patience to give you a spanking."

When she glanced up at him, her eyes were glassy. Loki snuck a hand beneath her chin and tipped it upwards to capture her lips.

She could taste herself on him. With a whimper she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself to him. Annalise hitched a leg over his hip, opening her throbbing core to him and wantonly rubbing herself against him.

He'd had enough of his queen's insubordination. She forgot who was in charge. Disappearing his pants from around his ankles, Loki grabbed Anna's shoulders with a snarl and pulled her from the table with enough force that, had he not wrapped a hand around her bicep, she would've gone sprawling.

Pushing her in front of him, he herded her to the end of the table and chose the left-hand corner to press her against. He lifted Annalise, forcing her on her tiptoes as he centered her core over the blunt edge of the wood. His hands slid to her hips while the girl's own arms stretched out before her, palms flat against the surface as she fought to balance.

"If you're so eager to come, then come," he purred in her ear.

Annalise squirmed against his grasp, which also happened to rub her throbbing clit against the surface of the table, causing her to moan. Loki held her just high enough that he kept the majority of the girl's weight from grinding her clit uncomfortably against the table. Instead, he held her elevated just so and when she rocked her hips, she got just enough stimulation to drive her crazy.

Naturally, she bucked against the table, Loki's hard length pressing into her back as he guided her forward rhythmically. Annalise cursed and let her head fall back against the King's shoulder, panting and emitting little feminine grunts as she rode the same table they had dined at only hours earlier.

"Loki, fuck me," she pleaded, "Please."

She felt the chuckle rumble from his chest.

"Oh, no, dearest. You're going to cum for me before I bring my cock anywhere near that needy little pussy of yours, my greedy girl."

His words went mostly unheard as he rolled his hips against hers, urging her forward at a swifter pace. She had no leverage, as Loki still had her balanced on the balls of her feet, so aside from her own frantic bucking, she had to rely mostly on her King to find completion. The pressure between her legs was unbearable and her high whine transitioned straight into keening nonsense, a sign that she was on the edge.

"Come for me, little peach," Loki growled against her ear.

Her lids fluttered shut and her back arched, her hips desperately thrusting her clit against the corner of the table with no care as to rhythm. Her cry echoed throughout the great hall, but she was too busy climaxing to pay any mind to her volume levels. Though she would've very much preferred to come around his cock, she had to admit that the throbbing, pulsing contractions of her cunt did feel wonderful.

And dirty.

Loki pulled her back a few inches and set her gently on her feet, holding her elbows should she lose her balance.

"There we are. Are you ready to listen?"

"I'll be good," she whispered, panting. "I promise."

With a satisfied smirk Loki lifted her onto their table. Going forward, the table would always be theirs: The table he made her fuck when she was too aroused to obey him properly.

Loki batted her legs apart and Annalise felt her thighs fall open, leaving her perfectly displayed. He took a small step back, admiring her flushed pussy peeking out from where he had pushed her panties to the side.

Roughly he tore the offending garment from her and tossed the ruined lace to the floor. Loki gave his hard cock a few pumps before closing in on Annalise. Her eyes were still hooded and sleepy from her orgasm, and though they fluttered shut when he pressed himself inside her, he knew she was very, very much conscious.

When the girl started to recline, Loki grabbed the back of her neck and clucked his tongue.

"No. You will show me every expression having my cock in you inspires."

Dreamily she nodded, fighting to keep her eyes open as he slowly pumped his hips.

"Loki," she sighed.

"What is it that you want now, darling?"

"Confuse me," she slurred from equal parts alcohol and post-orgasm haze.

It took him a moment to realize what she was requesting, but when he did, he humored her with a sly smile. Hungrily he attacked her mouth, massaging her lips with his. He yielded when Annalise pawed at the back of his neck, pulling him down and slipping her hands against either side of his face. Insistently she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, and with a chuckle he granted her access. She licked at his lower lip and ran her tongue along his teeth, eliciting a groan of surprise from the normally sex-poised King.

The fingers of one hand buried themselves in her auburn hair and the other pulled at her thigh, lifting her knee as he pulled her shoe from her foot. He positioned her so that the bottom of her foot was flat against the table, providing the girl with more stability and him more freedom to run his hands over her body, grasping her differently each time he wanted to deepen the kiss or fuck her harder.

The sweaty couple pulled apart briefly, panting and gasping for air. Without the distraction of her mouth against his, Loki was able to properly piston his hips against her, his pelvis hitting her already oversensitive clit. Annalise's cunt fluttered around him as she came closer. He latched his mouth to hers once more, eager to feel her come against his mouth.

Her cries echoed throughout the room, reminding her time and time again of how wonton her soon-to-be husband made her, but she didn't care. No one else fucked her like he did. Something was winding in her lower belly like a toy, and of their own volition her hips began bucking up against his as her vision went white. She screamed against his mouth, as her muscles clenched around him, causing him to jackhammer against her until he too came, coating her walls with his thick seed.

Annalise slumped against her King which earned her another snicker. She sleepily glared at him and weakly smacked at his chest. He caught her hand and in an uncharacteristic moment of tenderness, pressed a kiss to her palm.

Completely disregarding his partial nudity, Loki scooped his bride up off the table and began walking to the door. She fussed until he allowed her to right her dress and then she bullied him into putting his trousers back on. He was much more amiable after an orgasm.

x

The day of the wedding was absolute chaos. And not just Midgardian wedding chaos. This was Loki chaos. The King had provided the wedding planner three day to prepare once it was confirmed that Annalise was pregnant, and the expecting mother was fairly certain the poor woman hadn't slept since receiving Loki's orders.

Her dress arrived the evening prior. It was an ivory chiffon piece decorated with beaded gold brocade on her shoulders and waist. The mermaid style skirt was foiled with gold flowers.

Loki, of course, wore his regal combat armor. Annalise, though hesitant to stroke his ego, repeatedly told him how becoming he looked in a tux, but there were some battles she just couldn't win.

As to not clash with his highness' wardrobe, the wedding colors (Yes, colors. More than two.) were an array of brilliant greens, from emerald to rich moss and everything in between. The green was accented with a soft, creamy ivory and hints of gold that complemented Anna's dress.

The floral arrangements were simply breathtaking. It took an hour and a half for the petrified florist to cart all of her supplies into Carrollcliffe. Loki nearly intervened when she refused the help of Loki's "brutish" agents, but Annalise quickly distracted the King and the poor woman was left in peace with her flowers.

During hair and makeup, Annalise was forced to chase Loki from the room. He aggravated the makeup artist and the hair stylist with his constant badgering and critiquing to the point that they threatened to leave if he wasn't removed from the room. Despite threatening their lives, Annalise's glares and murmured threats of there being hell to pay shooed him from the room.

Before the wedding, Annalise and Loki made their vows in private. Loki made a face at performing traditional vows and announced that they would adjust the tradition to suit their situation. When he announced that one of his conditions was that she bear him an heir, Annalise declared that they would, in face, very much be doing their vows in private.

"I, Annalise of Midgard," she made a face at the strange title, "vow to obey and rule alongside you, my King, and to bear your heirs."

His brows rose suspiciously when she paused, but relaxed as she swore loyalty. With a triumphant smile, Loki rattled his off.

"I, Loki of Asgard, vow not to harm you or your human pets, and to try to treat you like an equal."

That's as good as it's going to get.

When they were finished, Annalise nodded and Loki's SHIELD agents escorted him to the head of the great hall, while Barton remained to walk her down the aisle. The media presence alone was insane, not to mention the array of celebrities and important guests. Loki didn't understand the point of inviting famous movie stars and singers, but when Annalise explained that more pictures of their wedding would circulate if high profile people were in them, he eventually agreed.

Even several Avengers made a tentative appearance. Loki granted Thor actual permission (at Annalise's insistence). She presumed Dr. Banner was there as a safety precaution, but Thor actually looked happy to see his brother in a less horrible mood than was typical, despite being bossed around by the puny human he was engaged to marry. Perhaps the Midgardian girl could tame him?

The ceremony itself was brief. Neither Loki nor Annalise had any interest in dragging it out. The formal exchanging of the rings took up the majority of the small time spent in the Great Hall.

Once pronounced husband and wife, Annalise and Loki walked arm in arm from the Great Hall when a slender, confident blonde with almond shaped eyes approached Loki and put a grabbed his hand with hers.

"Congratulations, Your Highness," she purred. "You may have heard of me, I'm—."

"Yes, thank you Taylor," Annalise interrupted with a cocked brow, daring the waif to try and charm Loki. "Unfortunately my husband and I are needed in the banquet hall, thank you so much for coming!"

Although the singer was taller than Annalise, the little spitfire shot her a fearless glare and, with a practiced swish of her hair, turned her back on the speechless starlet.

She could hear the blonde woman sputtering behind her, but Annalise paid her no mind.

As they ate, gifts were bestowed before the entire crowd of dignitaries and

The priceless gifts the newlyweds received were obscene; Sierra Leone and Zimbabwe gave the couple diamond mines, India and Pakistan collectively offered the Taj Mahal, Spain gave them Ibiza, France gifted Versailles, the United States presented them with the key to the Waldorf in New York City and plans to rebuild it to as a palace. Annalise graciously thanked each and every guest (even the blonde) for coming and introduced them all to her new husband. After the receiving the first fifty guests, his wife had coaxed enough alcohol into the King that Loki was amicable. She even caught him laughing on several occasions.

Everything blurred together once the clock hit midnight. Loki got handsy, the guests became rowdy and Annalise couldn't keep her eyes open. Her dress, though stunning, was uncomfortable, her feet ached and her ears hurt from the pea sized emeralds her King had gifted her. The way Loki squirmed implied he was equally interested in getting out of his armor, though she had to admit it made him look the part of world ruler. While Thor wore a silly cape, Loki wore a series of plates and straps and fastenings that created a far more sophisticated suit of armor.