When Loki wakes in the morning, he thinks he may have a problem. He feels more in-between than feminine, yet he has a gorgeous dress ready for the wedding. He slips out of bed, bundles in a blanket, and opens his front door. He will have to think about this. He really wants to wear the gown, but he is not so sure he feels so concretely feminine. His thoughts are replaced with wonder as he stares out over the snow-blanketed square. The streets have not yet been cleared and there are only a few tire tracks down them. Every car is thickly covered in snow. His own stoop has been swept, though, and there is a path shovelled between his door and Magda's. He takes this as a sign they must be ready for him and grabs his keys, locking the door behind him.

Magda opens her door, embraces him, kisses his cheeks, and beams, "Welcome to my home on this most joyous day. Dear brother, my darling, today I marry!"

"I am so excited for you."

"You seem a little reserved. Wanda told me of your fear, but do not think on it- we will never forget you. This is but a small way our lives will change over time, and we will weather them all together."

"Thank you. But my hesitation is not about you, rather that I am not feeling decidedly womanly today and rather sit in the middle of my genders, neither one nor the other. Yet there is a beautiful dress waiting for me."

"Why do you feel you must be a woman in order to wear a dress? Do you dress as a man when you are in the middle?"

On occasion. I usually default to something a little softer, likely more neutral."

"In Asgard?"

"I would have accentuated curves and been happy with that."

"But here you do not."

"No. I have worn the cinch once or twice on a middling day, but it is far more work than I usually care to put into a day when I do not wish to be anything other than me."

"You are always you, my dear, even when you wish to be more strictly one gender or the other. If you feel more masculine, but still wish to wear the dress, then do. Mix them. You will still have to shape yourself so it fits well, but your identity is yours and yours alone to express. No one else's. Wear what you love, be who you are, and we will embrace you still. You are our family; this love has no conditions."

"I will think about that."

"Of course you will. You always think deep and wonderful things. Now come. There are hot cinnamon rolls. Some have chocolate. Some have orange frosting that is utterly delectable. And there are a few I drizzled with both. Wanda has already shovelled a bit and she is warming up with coffee."

They enter the kitchen and Wanda has already made him tea, "Good morning, Loki. How are you?"

"Chilly."

"You did not wear a coat?"

"I wore the quilt. Happy wedding day!"

"Yes! I am so excited! We will dress and bundle up to go to Erie's in a few hours. But first, breakfast!"

"Thor is escorting Pietro?"

"Yes. He is the only Avenger I have invited. He said he would be bringing Jane. Is Alexi meeting us here?"

"Yes."

Magda hands him a plate with three cinnamon rolls on it, "One of each. We will take the Mercedes. It has all wheel drive. Much better for in the snow than the Trabant."

"Yes, and no one will have to crawl out of the back seat, which is much better for fancy garments," Wanda adds.

"That is most definitely an advantage." Loki pulls apart his cinnamon roll and pops a small piece in his mouth. He grins, "Oh, this is bliss in a food."

"Yes, yes it is."

"Magda, you are truly a sorcerer in the kitchen."

"I will consider that the highest compliment."

"It is."

Magda slips his plate from his hands, sets it on the counter, and hugs him, lifting him from the floor, "I am getting married today!" They all laugh, then Wanda tickles Loki and he darts in to return the favour. Magda grabs Wanda for a hug, and then tickles her, too. Loki takes the chance to get Magda, who shrieks with laughter. When they nearly spill Wanda's coffee, they stop, still happy and childlike, and bound to the table with their cinnamon rolls. Less than an hour later, they merrily traipse to Loki's house, dress bags, jewellery cases, and makeup kits in hand to get ready for the day. Wanda finds a pop station on the radio and Loki's guest bedroom becomes their salon. They do one another's hair, paint nails, and laugh extensively, giddy, and sing to the music. When Alexi knocks, no one is dressed. Magda opens the door wearing Loki's bathrobe, still giggling about Wanda's dramatic rendition of Katy Perry.

"OK...what am I walking into?" He takes off his outer jacket revealing a sharp black suit with an emerald handkercheif in the pocket.

"An absolute delight and none of us are dressed. You look dashing, though, my dear."

"Thanks. Loki tipped me off about the colour."

"I am delighted you have chosen to match us! Come in, there is coffee in the kitchen. We will be ready shortly." He pours himself a cup and settles down at the dining room table to wait.

It is not long before the parade makes its way down the stairs. First there is Magda in her dress and jacket, her hair glistening as waves of fire. Wanda follows, dramatic in her black, her hair pinned up, long earrings nearly touching her shoulders. Loki is last, hair neatly braided down his back, wearing the emerald dress and wondering just how he is going to explain this in-between state to Alexi.

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Magda puts her arms around Loki and practically skips to the table, "Isn't he lovely today?"

"Hell yeah. Wait, he?"

"Yes. He."

Alexi shrugs, "Cool." He takes Loki's hands and kisses him, "Come on, gorgeous, we've got a wedding to get to."

Wanda is already at the door tugging on her boots, "Yes, and we do not wish to be late for our own ceremony. Have you checked the clock, Magda? We really must be going."

"Oh! It is getting late. Come one, come all! We will stop by after to pack the sweets for the party, but yes, to our wedding!"

They bundle out the door with steaming travel mugs of coffee and much excited chatter. The roads are snowy and a little slick, but they still arrive at Erie's on time. There is a battered station wagon already parked in front. Erie opens the door and ushers them in out of the cold. She takes their coats.

Thor's voice booms as they enter, "This is a joyous day indeed, my friends!"

Pietro runs to his sister and lifts her, twirling her, "I did not think we would both survive to see this day."

"Until recently, I did not think we had. Life is full of miracles, is it not?"

"Yes, though some of them are so very difficult to get to."

Thor brings Jane over to Magda, "You have not met- this is my beloved, Jane. Jane, this is Magda."

"Hi."

Magda opens her arms, "Welcome, welcome! It is good to have you here, my dear."

"Not to be rude, but you hardly know me." Jane accepts her embrace.

"Yes, but family is what we build together. Loki is a part of our family. Thor is part of his. And you are a part of Thor's. Thusly we are all family and I am very happy to have you here."

"Wow. Cool."

"Jane, you have met Loki," Thor says.

"Yeah. Once. And I slapped him. And then I thought he was dead. So...maybe we need to start over."

Loki extends a hand, "I think that would be wise. It is good to see you, Jane."

"Yeah. But what's with the dress?"

"There are days I am Lady Loki instead of Lord. Today I am in-between. But still, I wished to wear it."

"OK. Thor mentioned that. So do I call you he or she today?"

"He is fine."

"Gotcha."

"This is Alexi."

"Hi."

"Hey. Nice suit."

"Thanks."

"So...you guys are like, together together?"

"Yeah. Dating. It's been fun."

"Nice."

"Very. You and Thor?"

"Yep. We make his dad uncomfortable."

"From what Loki's said, that's not too hard to do."

Jane nods, "Yeah, just being from Earth, you know, gives him the heebie jeebies. Can't stand that his heir likes me instead of one of the girls back home. Thor's a rebel."

"And here I thought Loki was the troublemaker."

"Don't let my man's innocent expression, trim suit, and flowing Fabio hair fool you. He's got a mischievous streak, too."

Erie ushers them towards the ballroom, "Well come on in, folks. The room's ready for you. And so's your officiant."

"Who is the officiant?" Jane asks.

"I am."

Loki knows the voice; Thor's face lights up, "Fury!"

"Yeah, the one and only. I don't know how Wanda tracked me down. I'm not supposed to be able to be found. But she did, and here I am. Congratulations to the happy couple. Let's get you married."

"But you are legally dead, are you not?" Thor asks.

"I've got identities that are still alive and thriving, thank you. Don't worry, this is as official as it gets."

Alexi picks up a violin ready for him resting on the music stand, "So, shall we?"

Loki and Pietro stand to one side, Thor and Jane on the other, and Nicholas Fury, also known as Rev. Anthony Tempest, begins with Erie beside him holding a small box containing the rings, "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Wanda Maximoff and Magda St Stanislauss in holy matrimony. Now I'm going to keep this simple. Alexi has a song for us. Then we'll do the vows and the ring exchange. Erie will sign the marriage certificate as your witness, and then we'll be as legal as anybody else."

Alexi rests his bow on the strings and plays a few notes. Then he plays Vivaldi's "Winter" blended with a traditional Sokovian melody.

When he is done, Magda hugs him, "Bless you, that was beautiful."

"Thanks. It seemed appropriate on Yule. And with the snow coming down like crazy."

"Yet with home woven into it." Alexi goes to stand beside Loki.

Nick waits until their attention is back on him, "Now, Wanda, Magda. Vows."

They take hands and then deep breaths. Wanda nods to Magda. Magda clears her throat. She takes a moment before speaking.

"We have been together for a few years, such a small percentage of our lives thusfar. But when hearts sing together, that matters little, yes? Yes. And so here we are. I love you dearly, my beloved Wanda. And so on this delightfully snowy day, I make my vow to you to stand by you in this life and the next. To endure through your absences. To wait patiently for news when things are uncertain. To laugh with you and to build our family for the rest of our days as we have done thusly. To share sorrows and joy. And to hold hope for you when you cannot hold it yourself. And should you pass before me, I will light the candle for you."

Wanda has tears streaming down her cheeks; she wipes her eyes and smiles, "Damn it, Magda, my eyes are leaking."

Magda laughs and wipes her tears with a handkerchief, "I will always wipe your tears, my love."

"You're making them leak more."

"Whenever you are ready, darling."

"I will not be so eloquent. But I will try. I vow to love you and care for you for the rest of my days and beyond. I will always remember to be grateful to your steadfastness. There are few who could wait as you have waited, who would be willing to take on the question as to if I will return from every mission, and in what state I will return. That I have found you is a miracle. And so when we are together, I will live in the present with you for all moments, happy or sad. And yes, we will also build our family together as we have done so far, for as long as we are living. When you need me to hold your hope, I will do so. A shared burden is lighter, and shared joys amplified. And if you should pass before me, I will light the candle for you."

"And now my eyes are leaking, my dearest Wanda. You see? You are eloquent. You need not doubt yourself."

Wanda turns to her brother, "This is one reason I love this woman- she is encouragement incarnate."

Pietro smiles as Wanda slips the handkerchief from Magda's hand and wipes her tears. Erie steps forward with the box.

"Ladies, when you are ready, we'll do the rings." Erie opens the box.

"I am ready. Wanda, are you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good," Nick continues, "May these rings serve to remind you of your vows. Of this day. And of the family you have built together. That love blesses them. There isn't anything more sacred than that. Magda, take Wanda's ring. Repeat after me, 'I, Magda, freely give my hand and heart to you. With this ring, I thee wed.'"

Magda takes a dark band set with emeralds from the box and slips it on Wanda's finger, "I, Magda, freely give my hand and heart to you. With this ring, I thee wed."

"Wanda, the same. 'I, Wanda, freely give my hand and heart to you. With this ring, I thee wed."

Magda slips off her long gloves and hands them to Erie; Wanda retrieves a delicate rose gold ring with a single diamond set into the band, "I, Wanda, freely give my hand and heart to you. With this ring, I thee wed."

Nick can't help but grin, "By the powers granted to me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you legally wedded spouses. You may kiss." They do, a light, sweet kiss that lingers and makes Loki's fingers seek Alexi's; he notices Jane and Thor squeeze hands as well.

Magda turns to her family and tosses her arms open, still holding Wanda's hand, "We're married! Come, hug!" They do, and when she sees Nick trying to sneak back, she laughs and pulls him in, "You may be the most difficult man on the planet to find, but you will not escape this!" While he tries to resist a little, he knows it is pointless and surrenders to her happy insistence. After, the required signatures are scrawled on the marriage license and they continue celebrating as Erie serves them a light lunch. No one can stop smiling.

As they ready to leave, Nick shakes Magda's hand, then Wanda's, "I'm glad you hunted me down. However you did it, it was worth it to be here."

"You can thank Natasha for finding you. I do not know how she did it."

"Well ifshe's the one who did it, you might never know. She's got back channels around the world. Congratulations, and have fun celebrating. I'll see you around." He disappears into the snow, walking far enough down the street that they cannot see what car he gets into, if any.

They finish bundling themselves up and thank Erie, "I'll see you at Sylvia's tonight. We'll keep celebrating in proper fashion! Be safe in this snow, kids."

And the wedding party is off. Alexi drives Magda's car, the newlyweds in the back seat cuddling, Loki beside him. Jane follows them to the row house, creeping through the ever-increasing snowfall. They settle into the warmth of Magda's living room for a little while before heading to the Sylvia Rivera Safe Haven for the holiday party, hammentaschen and khobiz mohala wrapped and packed in the back of Jane's station wagon.