Ice & Thunder Chapter 9, a thor fanfic

And here is the 9th! So in this installment of our RP, Loki and Thor are finally finished preparing and the ceremony is waiting for them both.
But of course, the people of Asgard are not the only ones whom attend the wedding. Both Loki's parents are there to witness it as well, though what exactly will happen when Laufey sees his son dressed as so? Even I, one of the writings, do not know. It is angsty and definitely going to be dramatic!

So stick around and read on to find out.
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Loki didn't know why, but he loved this dress, and when Frigga said he could wear it, he almost squealed with joy. "Oh, thank you."

He imagined how Thor might react, smiling to himself as he attempted to imagine the expression that Thor would use. Whichever it was, Loki knew he would love it.

He only barely let his mind slip to the bedroom after the wedding. Only for a moment did he try to imagine how he would be treated, before shaking his head.

He stepped into the dress, his heart drumming as he felt the soft fabric slid over his body. It was like a magical caress.

Frigga pulled the dress up over Loki's curves slowly and clipped the single strap over Loki's right shoulder. "Please, hold this," Frigga asked, taking Loki's hands and placing them over his chest.

Frigga left Loki to hold the front of the dress up, while she moved around to the back. There, there were laces that Frigga took and pulled on. They tightened the dress around Loki's waist and chest, until it could tighten no more.

She tied them together and tucked them into the back so they could not be seen. Then she proceeded to circle Loki and adjust the dress from every angle.

Frigga stepped back to look at Loki and let Loki look at himself. "You look so beautiful," Frigga stated, her eyes misting like before. Loki was the perfect size for her dress and filled it out nicely.

It hugged his small frame and accentuated his feminine physic.

Frigga was very proud Thor was marrying the Jotun. The Prince of ice defied every rumor and truth of his race, and was a very pleasant being to be around.

"Come my love, we must put the finishing touches on you now," Frigga gently placed her hands upon Loki's shoulders and guided him back over to the vanity.

She didn't mean to rush him, but Loki would get another chance to look at himself after they were finished completely.

Frigga sat Loki down and motioned for the servants, and they all began to work on Loki yet again. The poor Jotun Prince had to sit still while make-up was applied, his hair was pulled, and accessories applied.

Loki did love this beautiful dress, loved how it slipped over him perfectly, and held the front when told. He was just excited to see himself in it.

One thing he could hardly believe was how well it fit. It was as if it was tailored to perfection, and that mystified Loki until he really took a look at Frigga.

She was beautiful, and they actually did have a similar frame. He thanked the ice that that was true.

And, he nearly went to the ice when he saw himself in the dress. He felt so absolutely beautiful, he teared up. He was very grateful when she moved him so he could be finished. He didn't want to cry.

He sat perfectly still, allowing any and everything to happen to him. He didn't complain once, which surprised him. He always thought he was a whiny person, truthfully. That's what his parents would say, anyways.

Frigga was grateful for Loki's cooperation and was quite impressed by his patience. She saw this as one more thing that would help Loki succeed as future queen, for a good queen had to have patience in all things, and it had always been known that Thor had little of that himself (just like his father). Which, yet again, made Loki a perfect for Thor.

Frigga took a shallow golden bowl that was handed to her by one of her servants and placed it by her on the vanity. She took up a long brush with a fine thin tip, and dipped it into a black liquid that was in the bowl.

She turned to Loki and gently commanded, "Close your eyes dear."

Frigga then, just as gentle as she had always been, swept the brush across Loki's lower & upper eyelids, creating beautiful fine lines that cascaded out across his temples in an elegant wing design.

Then she placed the brush down and picked up another, though this one had a thicker set of fine bristles. This brush she dipped into a bowl that held a dust the same silver colour as the beautiful gems and embroidery on Loki's dress.

Frigga applied it over Loki's eye lids and blended it with a black in the outer corners, giving a beautiful smokey effect. Afterword, she laid the brush down and carefully applied a few gems here and there; accentuated and made his beautiful thick lashes longer and more noticeable with the same black she used for lining his eyes.

Then Frigga asked Loki to open his eyes again. Frigga took that moment to look at Loki's face and smiled, thinking him even more beautiful then before. She stepped behind Loki and turned him on the stool so that he was able to see himself in the mirror.

She smiled at him through the reflection, "You make a beautiful bride." Though they were hardly finished yet.

Frigga did not turn Loki again and let him look at his own reflection as she got started on his hair. She already had a most beautiful and elegant style in mind that consisted of many curls, twisting this way and that, with beautiful clips and bands.

Frigga made sure to do it delicately, not wanting to hurt Loki by tugging to hard on his beautiful ebony locks. And after half an hour had passed, she sprayed down his hair to keep it in place and added a gen encrusted circlet to the top of his head; the one she had worn in her wedding.

Frigga had to hold her breath and folded her hands over her mouth to keep from crying, yet the mist filling her eyes gave away her feelings. She never had a daughter to doll up or pass down this wedding tradition; Loki was the closest thing to that, and it stung Frigga's heart (in a very good way).

"You are -" Frigga swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head and holding her hand to her mouth. She took a breath to get passed the lump in her throat, but the tears came from her eyes anyway. "- so gorgeous!"

Loki had always been a patient boy. As a child, one of the less violent punishments they would receive would be to stand on a thin beam of wood for hours. If you topples, you'd land on dark shards of glass. Loki fell once, and only once. After that he was always the last royal child to stay standing, and thus be spared from the glass.

He had actually been thinking of those times with glass at the moment. He didn't know why. Sitting there, watching Frigga prepare to make him up into the beautiful queen he could be, all he could think of was that first time he fell into glass.

His eyes closed quickly. He nearly flinched, her voice catching him off guard. But he didn't.

He held his breath, finally not thinking of that horrendous time. Instead of focusing on the memories of glass cutting his beautiful skin, he focused on the feeling of this brush over his cheeks. It was amazingly relaxing.

He peaked. He knew he wasn't supposed to, but he peaked, and saw the pretty glitter on the brush. He smiled and his eyes returned to being close.

The brush that the glitter was on gave the smallest of memories. A memory of a servant, smiling and happy, applying makeup to his face when he was a boy flashed through his mind. It was crude and sloppy, but the makeup made him feel so beautiful he could barely breath. The servant was caught stealing makeup and executed.

Loki did open his eyes, and he smiled. He remembered how he looked as a boy. It was clown makeup compared to this beautifulness cascading over his face. He was breathless. "I look beautiful." He whimpered. He hadn't expected this. It was pure magic, what Frigga had done to him.

He stared, almost hypnotized at the sight of his hair being styled. It was great, to watch her work. Frigga truly was a magical woman. He had never known that clips and curlers could do such a thing.

Loki felt her attach something to his hair and realized what it was. He knew it would be just as if his mother had put her horned crown on his head. His eyes welled with tears of sentiment and joy.

Loki's mother had always been too busy to spend time with him, so this moment made him terribly happy. He had to bat his eyes as to not cry as he replied warmly, "You made me this beautiful. Thank you, Frigga."

Frigga appreciated the praise, as she appreciated all things in life, but she felt she hardly did anything. Frigga was a women who was able to see the beauty in everything and everything was beautiful, though often you just had to look beyond the surface of things to see it.

"Nonsense my dear, I have done no such thing," Frigga replied still with that tender smile of hers. "You were already beautiful all on your own, I simply enhanced it so that you could see it for yourself."

Frigga understood the emotions Loki was feeling, it was an emotional time for them both. Though it must have been horrible to live a life like Loki's, and in comparison the house of Odin was spoiled.

Thor most definitely was, but he has his morals (as taught to him by his mother), and children had a way of braking the ever looping circle of family blood and tradition.

Loki was living proof of that, Frigga was sure of it.

Frigga made herself all misty eyed again, but gently chuckled through it and brushed her soft hands over Loki's cheeks and neck.

"Now now, lets not get too carried away, we do not want to ruin your make-up with tears." Frigga expected there to be tears once the ceremony was, she knew she would be, but not now.

Frigga took an extra moment to look at Loki through the mirror, dead in the eye, showing in silence that she was there to care for him (as much as Thor was) and she understood all that he had gone through in his life.

It was one of Frigga's most adoring traits, her ability to understand other's pain and experiences on a much deeper level.

It wasn't until a servant approached them with a cushion did she turn her eyes away. The cushion was red and made of velvet, and upon it were the most dazzling heels. They were a beautiful colour of very light tan and were encrusted with pearls, diamonds, and red jewels.

They were the ones Frigga wore on her wedding, as they were sticking to tradition. Frigga hoped that they would fit, because yes Loki was petite and fit her dress well, but Loki was still male.

"My queen, preparations are done, everything for the ceremony is in place and ready," The servant told also as she handed over the shoes.

This one did not raise her eyes to meet Frigga's form, nor Loki's - especially not Loki's. This one sounded rather pained speaking those words, no doubt a maiden that had lain with Thor before.

It pained her and filled her with sorrow, for Thor was now untouchable... unless he committed an act against his marriage and sought out the maidens himself.

"Thank you, you may be dismissed," The servant girl nodded and Frigga turned away with the shoes in hand. The other servants also bowed and followed, leaving Frigga and Loki to be alone.

Frigga kneeled before Loki and flipped the hem of the dress up to see Loki's feet. Of course Frigga touched them with gentle hands and slipped on one heel at a time.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that they, in fact, did fit nicely.

Afterword she looked at Loki smiling and covered his feet again. She rose and gently held out her hand for Loki to take.

"Come dear, it is time."

Frigga held Loki's hand in hers ever so gently, but so firm that Loki knew she was there and could feel the comfort she was trying to give him even now. She led Loki away from the vanity and out of her chambers through doors that where being held by another set of servants.

Down the hall Frigga led Loki, walking with him arm-in-arm, right at his side. It was a straight path to the room where the ceremony would be held.

Frigga knew Thor and Odin would be waiting there for them, she also knew that Loki's parents would be there as well. She could feel their presence even now, just as she could feel and hear servants running back and forth, putting the remaining touches on the ceremony.

Not long and already they were approaching the large doors to Odin's throne. They were just as massive and adorned with carvings in the gold as the doors to Frigga's bed chamber were. There were two guards fully armored with spears, waiting with their hands on the handles.

Frigga paused in step and stopped. She turned to Loki and took both his hands in hers. She looked deeply into his eyes with a smile and again her eyes welled up. At first she was silent, but then she let out a sigh.

"Do not be nervous, I shall walk you to Thor's side," Frigga whispered to Loki as they stood in front of the doors before the throne room where they usually held coronations and other important events like this one.

Loki laughed and nodded, blinking rapidly so he wouldn't start really crying. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just so nice to cry happy tears. Years of pained and sad ones, and you, Thor, Odin, you've all given me happy tears to cry. Thank you, Frigga."

He met her gaze in the mirror, understanding every bit of it. He knew what it meant. H knew that she was telling him that she cared. That she knew. It was marvelous, to be understood by someone with such compassion in their body.

Loki turned his head only when footsteps approached. He saw these beautiful heels and his heart fluttered in joy. They were so truly beautiful, so much more beautiful than any shoes he had ever been around. "Oh my~" He murmured softly. He had no doubts about these shoes fitting, seeing as his feet were equally petite to his body. Something he was proud of where other men would be ashamed.

Loki heard the pain in her voice, recognized the signs of her thoughts, and gently grabbed her chin so the servant could see him. "My dear, you are beautiful. I will not be one to control my husband in any way. But I am not Asgardian. Infidelity in my home, around Jotuns, is punishable by death. And Royalty is not allowed to die. So the mistress is killed, in front of everyone. Now, I'm not a mean man by any circumstance compared to my family. I'm a patient, kind one. And I would never enforce Jotun rules on this kingdom, but I deserves respect, even with my heritage. Especially with my heritage." The servant shivered and ran off as soon as she was dismissed by Frigga.

Loki watched her and smiled, lifting up his feet when needed. The shoes felt so nice on his feet, they fit him perfectly, as he had guess, and they were soft. He couldn't see them on his feet, but he just knew that he looked good. And he didn't care if that was egotistical. He felt amazing for the first time in his life.

Loki took her hand and held it with his. He was colder than she, and that was expected, but there was a bond there. Between interlocked fingers of two totally different people, bonded by a love not founded with sensuality, there was a beautiful bond people would die to have themselves.

"Of course, my queen. Lead the way."

He couldn't help but give her hand a soft squeeze. Loki was nervous. He wasn't afraid, of course, just nervous. He was so nervous about these people accepting him. Taking him in as their own. And as their queen, no less.

He followed everywhere he was led, taking deep, calming breaths and smiling to the servants scurrying about. He was so happy, so extremely happy to have this day arrive. To be marrying such a lovely man, and to be escorted by such a lovely woman, his prayers seemed to have been answered, in all honesty. And them the world crashed for a bit as someone new replied to Frigga's whisper.

"Isn't that my job? He is my son, after all." Up slunk Loki's father. He was a tall man, more brutish than Loki. He was terrifying, and you could see the meanness roll off of his body in waves of horrendous dark energy. He looked his son over with a poorly hidden scowl before turning back to Frigga.

"It is my job. I know from the traditions. And you wouldn't want to break tradition, would you, dear Queen Frigga?" He asked his voice dangerously close to a taunt.

Loki cleared his throat, "Father, why aren't you sitting with mother?"

"Look at you, finally talking to me like the man you're supposed to be. But it's ironic you're in such attire. Now, don't back talk and take my arm, Loki."

Frigga, yet again, was appreciative of the kind words Loki had spoken sitting on the vanity stool. She absolutely understood Loki's words, but she did not see any reason for him to be thanking them. But she had replied then anyway, and had welcomed him.

Frigga was so appreciative of Loki himself, of his kind words, and of the way he seemed to like and adore all of the things presented and given to him. It was rare to find someone so humble and so appreciative of things, especially someone who had come from such a back ground as Loki did.

And when Loki had made the servant girl look up at him against her will, Frigga could tell the girl was frightened, but she made no move to stop Loki. Loki was to be the future queen here and it was not wrong by any means to show his dominance and power over the servants and people.

It was something Loki would have to do many times over to gain the respect of the Asgardian court and its people.

In Asgard, there was no such form of the death penalty for adultery or even for the act of sleeping with many. Thor had done so many times over, and of course Frigga had scolded him for it, but it was how the Asgardian people where.

Not everyone was so, but a lot were. They took pleasure where they could, where that be the company of friends, a drink of wine and meed, or the pleasures of the body with another.

Frigga knew that Loki was nervous, she could feel it through their connected hands, but that was normal for anyone. She had been nervous as well, even though Odin was the man she fell in love with and was a man who treated her right. Odin was already king and her a goddess (as she had always been), but to suddenly come into his court as their queen, she had been nervous of the acceptance of it.

It went well for her however and she had no reason to fear or be unsettled, the accepted her instantly. But Loki, Frigga understood the nervousness was far greater in him then in her, he was a Frost Giant and he was very much different in appearance then the people of Asgard, making it that much more difficult for them to accept him.

But they would, they had too, they had no choice. Just as Thor and Loki had no choice in their marriage, even if they hadn't connected as well as they had.

Many servants rushing around knew exactly what was going to occur, but they had not caught a glimpse of Loki until he and Frigga were walking through the halls. Many of them stopped and stared, many, if not all, with wide eyes and jaws dropped. Some even breathed heavy and back away as they looked him up and down, while others seemed frozen in wonder and question.

Frigga paid them no mind, but Loki seemed to enjoy watching them back, and Frigga had caught that.

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Frigga was completely and utterly unfazed by the sudden voice coming from behind them. And when she turned to see the king of Jotunheim standing there beside them, towering far over even Odin himself, Frigga was still unfazed.

Frigga was in her own palace, on her own land, a goddess and queen in her own right; she had nothing to fear from Laufey or fear Laufey himself. Here he had no power, not over her, not over her people, and not over Loki.

Loki was to be queen here and so no longer belonged to Laufey or his kingdom.

Frigga had caught Laufey's scowl at what Loki was wearing, though it had only appeared for a split second before Laufey spoke. Frigga did not find it odd in the least, Frigga understood that males adorning feminine clothing in Jotunheim was looked down upon and met with disgusting, but Frigga could not care less. This was not Jotunheim, this was Asgard, and it was tradition here (in the case of a same sex marriage).

"Not in our traditions, no my king. As a wife, being given away is a mother's job, while the husband is to stand with his father to await his bride-to-be," Frigga spoke polite, but her voice was filled with defense and protectiveness. It was clear, anyone would have noticed it.

Frigga was being filled with Laufey's great, menacing energy and she would definitely need to lay down afterward, but she would not allow him to see her anything other then her own powerful self.

Laufey's presence had even triggered a response from the guards at the door, whom stood with their spears extended toward him in case he tried to harm their queen. But Frigga was not afraid, not afraid of Laufey or what he could do to her.

Frigga was not afraid either of how he would react when she declined his command to Loki and refused to let go of Loki's hand. And she did just that.

"I apologize, but it would be best if you leave him with me and returned to your spot at your Queen's side."

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Thor was ready, he was there waiting in the rooms just off to the side of his father's throne. He was pacing with his hands behind his back, wondering what in Hel was taking so long. Thor had returned hours before and immediately he had been directed to his father, whom was waiting for his return.

His father then prepared him for the ceremony, much like Frigga was with Loki. Thor was bathed and dressed. His hair was combed and pieces were pulled back and tied in a neat tail with a highly jeweled and etched clip (like Thor's hair was when he was in Asgard in the second Thor movie).

His complexion was touched up with powder and he was sprayed with a scent that was strictly made for him. It was a mans smell no doubt, heavy and spicy, but enchanting and charming.

Thor was placed in a silk, white under-tunic that came well past his hips. An over tunic of leather, was black in colour with silver stitching and patterns on all edges. It laced up from the bottom to the neck with silver ties.

He wore black trousers, also etched in silver. For his feet, he was placed in leather boots, that were tied and secured with buckles.

And as a tradition, Thor wore the over cloak that his father had when he had married Thor's mother. It of course was a dark red, with white fur around the shoulders. It was heavy and made of thick material, with the family crest pattern all over the fabric.

Thor had raced through getting ready, eager to wed the most breathtakingly beautiful male in the nine realms. But now here he awaited for his father's signal to come and stand before the throne.

He was becoming quite irritated and was very impatient, almost wanting to enter the room without word that they were ready for him.