Sylvie made sure to book comfortable passage to the planet in question, a luxury space liner with a spa that passed through a spectacular nebula.

Their room was large and dimly lit, with dark grey carpeting and walls, but the bright yellow and pink light of the nebula, that shone in through the windows, made brighter room lighting unnecessary. A wide hot tub was set into the floor near the window, creating a beautifully relaxing space from which to view the phenomenon.

Reclining in the moving water, Sylvie's eyes were closed. She was almost half asleep when Loki slipped in quietly beside her. This didn't escape her notice and she opened her eyes to look at him settling in.

"Mind if I join you?" He smiled over at her.

She closed her eyes again and relaxed her head on the pillow behind her, " I don't, but what about all your husbands and wives? I wouldn't want to end up having to win you in some kind of trial-by-combat because you cheated on them."

He huffed out a laugh, "I'm pretty sure it's beyond too late to worry about that. Besides, I know you would love to fight for my hand. Why else would you have brought your sword and armour.

"Oh, I definitely would, maybe I'll suggest it when we get there." She furrowed her brow, "What I don't understand is how you don't remember any of this. "

Loki leaned back and closed his eyes to enjoy the soothing motion of the water across his skin, "It was five hundred years ago," he said dismissively. "Not to mention it's ridiculously easy to get married on some of these planets. I probably just used the wrong napkin or something."

"If that's the case, let's hope the divorce is just as simple." Sylvie sat up and stretched her arms. The trip was turning out to be a pleasant diversion already. She lifted one of several small silver balls that were floating in the water. As soon as she touched it, a holographic display opened up in front of her, which she scanned for room service options.

"See anything good? I'm starving." Loki slid down to dunk his head all the way under the water, then emerged again and pushed his hair back.

She pointed at an item on the menu in front of her, "Have you ever tried seared space cucumbers?"

"Not that I can recall? Are they an animal or a vegetable?"

" Both from the looks of it," she shook her head, "I think I'll look for something more familiar. Oh, I haven't had tripe in a while."

Loki shuddered, "I would think there's a good reason for that, maybe I'll just stick to a drink for now."

Sylvie hummed, "You're in luck, says here that they have a wide selection of spirits from Garboth 7. The most popular being a fruit wine, known throughout the galaxy for its intoxicating and hallucinogenic properties." She clicked her tongue at him, giving him a look that said I'm pretty sure I know why you don't remember anything.

Loki inhaled sharply as he was struck by the same realization, "You know , it might be coming back to me now. That was one wild weekend — might have been a week — details are sketchy," he smirked and slid over to her in the water to grab her around the waist and pull her into his lap. "I think it'll be best if we stay relatively sober on this trip, I don't want to get into any more trouble."

She put her hands around his neck and kissed him, "Drunk or sober I wouldn't expect you to stay completely out of trouble, but I would prefer it if you didn't end up married to half of Nova Force."

Just then, the sound of their room door sliding open drew their attention towards it.

They both sank down in the water and looked on in astonishment as a Kree man entered their room. He awkwardly pulled a suitcase on wheels through the door while trying to maneuver the two large bags he had slung over his shoulders, almost dropping one in the process. Rather than traditional Kree attire he was clad in khaki shorts, a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt and sandals.

"Don't mind me, I'll try not to make too much noise while I get settled in. Name's Gom-Ful, by the way – in case you forgot. You can just call me Gom for short."

Sylvie cleared her throat; she'd try the diplomatic approach this time, but her sword was nearby if she needed it. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong room," she said firmly.

"Oh, they didn't tell you? Funny story, they gave me this room because I'm married to a Loki Odinson, God of Mischief . Now if memory serves — and it has been a while – I got married to you sir," he pointed at Loki, "about five hundred years ago. He looked back to Sylvie, "I'm sorry I don't remember you though?"

Sylvie stayed submerged up to her chin but looked at him menacingly, "You shouldn't , I'm not part of your asinine group marriage, and with any luck, soon neither will he," she raised her hand out of the water and pointed to Loki with her thumb.

For his part, Loki was slowly sinking further beneath the water, trying not to be noticed, which was obviously pointless.

The Kree adjusted one of the bags he was holding, "So… looking for a way to exit this marriage thing, huh ? Yeah, me too! In that case I wish I could say I'd get another room, but this was the only one left so I guess we'll get a chance to catch up in the meantime."

Loki closed his eyes and winced, so much for their early honeymoon. He just hoped Sylvie didn't get too stabby about the whole thing. He decided to make the most of it and see if she followed along, "That might be helpful actually, since I… uh… can't remember anything about it."

Gom laughed loudly, "No surprise there! I'm pretty sure you were the one that was completely sloshed for an entire year."

Sylvie raised an eyebrow at this, "Year, was it?"

This was getting better and better, he'd never live this one down, and she'd be right there to remind him of it.

Loki chose not to answer and sank up to his mouth below the water again, hoping to disappear.

Gom dropped all his luggage in a pile and plunked down in a chair looking out the window by the side of the hot tub, "So are the two of you…?"

Sylvie responded coolly, "Engaged."

"Right, right, that's why you need the divorce — makes sense," he reclined the chair to put his feet up, "Me, I'm entering a monastery and taking a vow of celibacy, but I gotta get those pesky little divorce papers first."

Loki lifted himself high enough out of the water to respond and take the focus off of his apparently year long exploits. "That's quite the undertaking," he said, trying to sound interested.

"You've no idea," Gom replied glumly. He gazed out at the nebula for a moment, then had a thought, "You know… since we're technically still married, maybe you'd be interested in one last …" he made a series of nonsensical hand gestures, but Loki caught his meaning nonetheless.

Loki flicked his eyes over to Sylvie, who was looking on with mild amusement. It was better than murderous at least. "I wasn't aware there was a first ," he narrowed his eyes at Gom, "I thought you said you were entering a life of celibacy?"

Gom threw his head back in the recliner, "Yeah, exactly . Not by choice, mind you," he rubbed his forehead. "My father's going to disinherit me if I don't straighten out and stop being a 'disgrace' - his words." He sighed loudly, clearly unhappy with his situation, "Apparently, marrying a hundred aliens I didn't even know in a drunken stupor and then taking off for five hundred years is being 'irresponsible'. He barely even notices me unless I'm screwing something up."

Loki perked up upon hearing that Gom had a similarly contentious relationship with his father. "You didn't happen to have an older brother you were always being compared to?"

Gom held up two fingers, "Two actually. All. The. Time."

"You don't say," Loki's previously abashed behaviour vanished as he raised himself, in all his naked glory, out of the hot tub. He grabbed a towel and threw it around his waist before plunking down in the chair beside Gom and listening attentively as the Kree complained about his father and older brothers, with Loki cutting in frequently to relate his own experiences.

Sylvie sighed and resigned herself to picking out room service while Loki and their unexpected roommate worked out their daddy issues. If a honeymoon wasn't in the cards at least Loki was getting some free therapy. They could always make up the time when they got there — so long as they weren't forced to stay with any more of Loki's spouses.

Arriving on the planet after another day of Sylvie's eating, and Loki and Gom's venting, they wished him good luck and settled into their hotel — alone.

After taking the opportunity to get reacquainted — several times — they set out to investigate the area and see if they could find out what they needed to do to dispense with Loki's better centuplicate, as well as take in a few of the local attractions.

Loki managed to convince Sylvie that the inhabitants were peaceful and she didn't need to wear her sword on her belt, which she agreed to with some disappointment.

The space port they had landed in was fairly small with shops and outdoor markets surrounding it. Violet cheeked Garbothians wearing long reddish robes milled about here and there. They were a friendly enough people and they nodded or waved in greeting as the two passed by.

Massive spherical glass towers stood about a mile apart along the central orange tiled road. They were raised up on pillars and filled with glowing stones. Each tower has an attendant at the bottom that would periodically speak to a passer by and take another such stone from them to deposit.

Sylvie eyed one of the towers, "You remember anything about those things?"

"I really wish I did…" he put a hand on his hip and shielded his eyes from the sun with his other as he gazed up at the nearest tower. "I'm beginning to worry about the amount of brain damage I accumulated while I was here."

Realizing what he just said, he beat Sylvie to the punchline, "Yes, I do know that would explain a lot."

Sylvie decided to feign innocence, "I wasn't going say anything, but you'd know better than anyone," she stifled a smile. "Could it be they weren't around then, though? You'd think you'd remember something that looked like a giant glorified gum-ball machine."

"Well other than the fact I have no idea what that is, it was a long time ago." He was hopeful that was it, anyway.

Moving along a row of vendors they browsed through the various tables containing local produce, clothing and other odds and ends.

One of the tables held an array of delicate silver necklaces that caught Loki's eye at once, "Hey Sylvie, look at this," he held one of the necklaces up in his hand."

"Nice."

"That too, but I remember giving my mother one just like it, I must have been here at one point." He examined the necklace closely, then held it up in front of Sylvie, "Early wedding present?"

"Hmm, it would go nice with my dress," she made a show of indecision. "I guess I should say yes , seeing as I turned you down when you wanted to have that giant statue built in my honour."

Loki's eyes lit up, "I can still do that. Then all who behold it can worship you as I do, my Goddess." He brought her hand up and kissed it in devotion.

Sylvie smiled, "The necklace is more my speed. Just you worshiping me is all I can handle."

"As you wish," he grinned and held her tight about the waist as he handed the necklace to the woman behind the stall, "We'll take it."

"Wonderful," the woman said as she scanned his palm for payment with one hand, and held out a small blue stone with her other for Sylvie to examine. Sylvie took it from her for a closer look.

The woman's eyes grew wide as she gasped with delight, "You wish to join our nuptial association? We are most honoured."

"Nuptial association?" Sylvie suddenly wanted to be rid of the tiny rock, and she held it away from her as if someone had told her it had passed through the intestinal tract of a bilgesnipe.

"Our marriage group," the woman explained.

"Wait! That's it? I pick up a rock and suddenly I'm part of your group marriage." Sylvie said incredulously.

Loki ran his hand through his hair, "No wonder I don't remember it, it is really far too easy to get married around here."

The woman, looking slightly confused, tried to explain, "Sorry, no, if you took the stone in error there is no requirement. First, we'd need to gather all members of the group and you would deposit the stone in one of the Towers of Blissful Union that line this road."

Loki huffed out a laugh, "Still — I can see how I could have easily forgotten that, given a minor state of intoxication."

To his chagrin, the woman continued, " Then, you must give birth to a single child or father five children to complete the marriage process."

Loki inhaled nervously, "I am almost 97 percent positive I didn't do that first one."

"That sure, are you? Just how drunk were you?," Sylvie said, giving him a playful swat.

"Not just drunk apparently. You'd really think I'd remember a missing year though, if what Gom says is true. I mean, small details are one thing, but I remember what I was doing five hundred years ago. I was playing tricks on Thor, trying to get Odin to notice me, and then they made me acting Prime Minister of Alfheim for a year in recognition of my many achiev… oh." Loki's face fell.

Sylvie patted him on the back, "Might want to think about deleting that one from your resumé"

Loki sighed, "We better get this divorce over with, I don't know how many more hits to my self-esteem I can take. What if I hallucinated all of my greatest accomplishments?"

Sylvie smiled, "I know for a fact you didn't hallucinate all of them, and I certainly appreciate your achievements, even if Alfheim doesn't."

"Thank you dear," Loki squeezed her to his side, kissing her on the temple.

"I still reserve the right to remind you about this whenever you get a bit too full of yourself," she smirked up and kissed him.

"I know you do."