A/N:
I want to shout out a large thank you to all of you that are reviewing, I usually don't put names out because, you know, if I don't name anyone then no one is forgotten. Right? But I'm trying to reply to your comments and I love them all! You guys are the greatest. I will do an AU take on the movie arc, some core moments will be there that affects Loki but nothing extensive. This is a Loki x Harry story and I will focus on them and not the others.

Oh and smut ahead! Don't like it? don't read it ;)

Harry looked over at Hermione as she was in her researching mood; without her, they would have gotten as far as they had. But why did it feel like there was something that was starting to shift in between them? And not only her, but the feeling was even towering on Ron also.

It felt unusual, not exactly sad, just a sense of separation, or perhaps it was a fresh perspective on the world? Harry couldn't figure it out, but since his creature heritage had emerged, he had transformed both physically and mentally. He was still as much Harry, yet he was also becoming Harald. Was this detachment truly his own feeling?

Harry gazed at the empty sheet in front of him, unable to dismiss the nagging sensation that they were completely off track. So far, they had only managed to get through a small fraction of the books available to them, and that was after splitting the task into three parts. A sharp pain surged through Harry, causing him to wince as it spread across his chest. It wasn't particularly harmful, just uncomfortable, like someone pounding on a window with all their might without actually breaking it.

The last memory was not precisely any help, although he felt the warm fuzzy feeling hugging him as he remembered the peaceful days. Honestly, he had loved them; that had been a core memory of his family. Harry closed his eyes. Was the answer really in his memories? Why was it precisely these memories that he re-experienced as strongest? Was it because of Harald's feelings? That it was somehow connected to important events for him, and if so, why could he not remember the rest? Some parts were there but not all, absolutely not. Harry tried to step out of his subjective role as a spectator of memories and examine them more objectively.

He was the master of death, the other half of chaos, the one who created the balance between the two of them. He had magical creature blood in his veins, which leads to a massive increase in his magical ability. He can feel energies, sense people where they are and if they pretend to be a threat. Loki was the more violent of them both, but that did not mean that Harald was the weak one, rather the opposite; he could see reason and use his strength to the full. They had a strong connection with each other, a deep love, a need. It always came back to that; they need each other to balance: like Yin and yang, light and darkness, death and creation.

Harry slowly opened his eyes as he stared down at the wooden table. He had somehow died and left Loki out of balance. But he had avided it that time? right?. Honestly, Harry could not see Harald ever willingly accept death, he would never give up on Loki, not with the love he was feeling. Harry swore low and clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white in protest of the action.

"the answer is not in the books" Harry put the book together hard; the sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

"It must be here somewhere, Harry, do not give up," Hermione called softly from her corner, she felt the same, but there must be something somewhere.

Harry shook his head "if it were true, we would have found it already. I have my soul mark, which means Loki is in our time. He is a god, so his lifespan is different than our" he started walking the floor, the wings fluctuating behind him in with each step he took. "we can assume that it has been several years, even centuries since the memories took place, so we have to figure out why now? what have changes, or what will happen? "

"What do you want us to do then?" Ron asked wearily; he was clearly in favor of another method than reading in old dusty books. "We have no leads or anything."

"Something is going on," Harry stopped. "I feel it, do not ask me how, but this feeling," he grabbed the front of the shirt and hugged it hard, his heartbeat thundered in his ears. "I think I have to remember how Harald died the last time to know what was going on."

"How do you plan to achieve that? Until now, the visions have appeared sporadically and without any specific sequence or connection to what you've been doing," Hermione said as she approached them, still holding her books.

She was right, and Harry was painfully aware of it. He gnawed at his thumbnail, eyes fixed on the vibrant window, while the feeling enveloped him like an oppressive shroud. It was suffocating and comforting all at once. The sensation coiled around his chest like a serpent, and he shut his eyes, releasing a slow breath. He wanted to banish the feeling as he had done before, yet now he allowed it to envelop him. The cold, dark sensation caressed him, and though part of him resisted, another part hesitantly welcomed it.

The sensation of death coursed through him, and he gently swept his hand through the unseen energy, trying to grasp it. It felt as though the solution was just within reach, yet no matter how much he strained, he couldn't seize it. It was beyond him. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and the world around him seemed to glow with a golden hue. He glanced at his hands and noticed his veins glowing softly in that same golden color. With each heartbeat, shimmering gold particles flowed through his veins. When he looked at his two companions, he saw the same phenomenon, except their veins pulsed with a silver hue.

"Huh," this was new, he stopped in his pacing and stared.

Ron looked up when Harry had just stopped, and his eyes widened in sheer surprise. "Bloody hell, mate, you are doing it again," his friend breathed out in amazement and slowly got up from the armchair.

Harry could feel the magic embrace him, and he let it do so; his wings suddenly melted into his back more and more with each deep breath he took, and he hugged his fists before relaxed. Felt how the muscles responded accordingly. His hair had waves of the same energy as his veins, and he could feel the manor exhaling, which was weird. Could a house breathe a sigh of relief? A piece of the puzzle fell into place, and he lifted his gaze.

"I know what I have to do,"

Harry went to the window, sat down with his legs crossed, and his hands resting on his knees. He did not wait for their answer. He had waited long enough already; he needed to find Loki. He exhaled and let his energy and magic flow out of him in soft waves, and he just let his mind open, and he touched his magical core and let the trance grab him as he entered the stage of meditation within seconds.

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As the sun started to set, and the moon began to rise, it was time.

The symbol of the two celestial bodies represented the joining of the two lovers. The tables were covered with light grass green colors with the most exclusive glass vases with giant yellow peony and forget-me-nots in them. The air was rich with the fresh scent of the mild floral perfumes as it lays like a soft blanket over all of the guests as they all looked up at the altar where the All-Father stood behind the bonding couple.

"We are here today to join these two souls together as one." Odin's massive voice echoed through the hall, and you could feel the energy and excitement fill the room. "Do you Prince Loki Odinsson and Prince Harald Freyrson join us here out of your own free will, to acknowledge the eternal bond shared between you?"

"Yes, we do," Loki and Harald echoed at the same time, their hands clasped in front of them. Their eyes just saw each other.

"Let's hear your vows."

Loki went first and smiled down at his smaller partner and hugged his hand a little harder than before.

"Harald Freyrson, I had loved you from the beginning of time, before the stars were born, and I will love you until the last light is gone from the universe. Of all the people I have met in my life, you became my guiding star, my light in the darkness and the one I ran to. You have shown me a love so deep I never thought was possible. You make me so happy that I even forget to breathe. You make life worth living, and I know that I want. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life."

Harald swallowed hard and tried to hold back his feelings, but his eyes burned with tears that wanted to fall. He took a deep breath before exhaling with a smile on his face.

"I did not fall in love with you, Loki Odinson. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open; I chose to take every step along the way. I believe in both fate and destiny, but I also believe that we are fated to do the things we choose to do. And I'd choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, In a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I find you, and I'd choose you. Theas hand of mine will be yours; I will be your best friend, your lover, and your guiding light. I will cherish you through the years yet to come. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes- tears of sorrow and tears of joy. And theas hand will give you strength when you need it. With these hands, I will Lift your sorrows, I will light your way in the darkness, and I will always stand by your side."

Throughout his promise, Harald did not let go of Loki's gaze, he could see all of his feelings reflected in his eyes, and he felt them over their deep connection. The love he felt was so heavy, so wonderfully, and he hugged Loki's hands tightly so as not to let the euphoric feeling knock him out completely. His head spun, and each breath created a wave of electricity through both of their bodies; it was quite literary electrifying

The handfasting ceremony is a symbolic ritual in the eternal; it joined two people in love. It is a sacred ceremony of commitment. A long band was carried to Odin, who picked it up with extreme caution. The ribbon was in a dark green color, a symbol for both Loki and Harald. The edges were adorned with gold and along the ribbon were several marks wrapped around each other in a beautiful pattern. Odin began to wrap their hands together while letting elemental magic weave into the threads, blessing their marriage as he did so. The handfast ceremony was an ancient and appreciated pagan ritual. It is a symbolic union of a married couple tying the knot together.

"I take your hands in mine, and with this string, I will entwine your powers I'll forever bind. From now until the end of time," Odin tied the ribbon around their hands

Odin was the royal regent of all the nine realms; he was the high priest and the judgments e. This was his duty, and he did so with pleasure as he looked down at the two young men before him. It warmed his old heart, perhaps the prophecy had been wrong all along, and it had not spoken of Loki. Maybe he was not the one to bring forth the Ragnarök. With Harald by his side, they would create a new era of their own, and he was confident that the smaller male would protect his son from whatever to come.

"Here before witnesses, Loki and Harald have sworn their vows to each other. With this cord, I bind them to their vows. However, these binds are not tied so that neither partner is restricted by the other. The only true enforcement of love is the will to love."

And the people broke out in applause and shouts of happiness when the two newly married kissed and concluded the covenant with which they were blessed.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the bond was formed between two souls, and the celebration was in full action.

Harald rubbed the back of his neck as the stiffness started to make itself known. Loki let a hand fall on the aching place and, with skilled fingers, began to press and massage the annoying muscles in his neck. Harald had to hold back a moan of pleasure as his husband's skillful fingers found the knot and started to untangle it. He was thrilled that this whole thing was now over, and he would be even happier when everyone finally let them go so that they could enjoy their wedding night.

Now he just needed to persuade Loki that it was an excellent decision to go against the traditions. He could not sit here for another 2 hours and wait like on needles before he could finally consummate their bond. He let his magic leak out of him, licking up against Loki's skin and arm, taunting him, challenging his will.

"Careful love, we're in public," Loki chuckled low beside him and sent an impulse from his hands and pressed lightly on the sensitive nerve endings in Harald's spine.

Harald held back a moan but failed, and a low sound escaped him, and he quickly covered it with as snorting sound. "No way, it's our wedding; I say we cut it short."

" Rebellious, are we?" Loki let his long nimble fingers caress under his silky black hair and smiled mischievously when he felt the smaller man shudder under his touch.

"You should know" Harald stroked his closest hand to the outside of Lokis thigh

Loki's pupils got more prominent from the lust that simmered through him, and he looked down at his minx, who smiled sweetly at him, "Stop it."

"Make me," Harald challenged, and the smile grew into a grin, the people around them wholly forgotten.

"Harald"

"Loki…"

Loki shook his head with a smile on his lip "stop, or I just might throw you over my shoulder and escape from this boring event," And what a sight it would be. It was a behavior he expected his dear brother to do. Not him.

"Why do you not do that then, dear husband?" Harald smiled innocently at him, eyes twinkling; it did not sound so bad in his ears

"Because our mothers would kill us?" Loki hummed as his magic pushed back at Harald, answering its calling, mingling together as they did that. He did not joke about their mothers, it was two very fierce women, and they were hard on tradition.

Harald raised his hand and caught one of the longer strands of hair that lay around Loki's shoulders and spun it around his fingers. "Or we can silently slip away under one of your illusion; you are quite good at making them."

Loki's hand stopped at what he was doing and stared down at Harald. Why had he not thought of that? A wolfish grin emerged on his face, and he chuckled darkly and tilted his head so that he could kiss the inside of Harald's wrist.

"I am, ain't I?"

Harald smiled victoriously and glanced at the guests laughing and dancing around them. Thor's booming laughter was heard in the crowd, and many toasted and drank to their honor. Harald had always been impressed with Asgradia n 's ability to drink; they took every opportunity to party and celebrate. The room was warm and well lit, and he remembered the first time he stepped through the large doors and met his fate. The day he met Loki again for the first time in several years. They had both developed so much from the young people they had once been, but at the same time, they were precisely the same as they had been. Before Harald could understand what exactly was happening, he felt a tingling sensation sweep over his body. As if someone decided to pour ice-cold water over his head.

Loki dragged him back and into the shadows created by the massive red draperies. Harald could now see a perfect illusion in front of them, they were still sitting close to each other and whispering, and the next test came when some guests came up to talk to them. Harald held his breath, but when that interaction went as planned, he felt that this could work, and he sent amused feelings over their connection. He lives they feel ashamed of fooling them all like this, but he did not, none of them feel any shame. On the contrary, it was exciting to see how easy it was to dodge without anyone realizing what was happening. Of course, the god of mischief needed a mate that had a fun streak inside of him as well.

"Come, my little minx," Loki whispered, his voice low and dark as he dragged him away from the rest of the guests.

A shiver seeped through Harald's body as he quietly followed him. He would surely follow Loki to the end of the world if he so asked him to. But this was their night. They had been intimate with each other before; they felt and given pleasure to each other with both hands and their mouths, but nothing more. Or maybe more with magic, but it was not the same thing. This evening was unique; on the seventh day of the seventh month in the seventh hour, they made their vowes. It was a magical day that suited them perfectly.

Loki gave him an amused glance before they were suddenly teleported from the shadows into their chambers. Their very own wing in the palace until their home was built. But they were not in a hurry, and besides, Loki had his princely duties which he needed to carry out. But none of that mattered now; the only thing that mattered was the other person's warm body that was close.

Loki stood entirely still, his arms around his waist, and Harald felt the dexterous fingers caress his trousers' waistband. Playful and courteous. His eyes were wholly fixed on him, and Harald could feel how his gaze burned pleasantly over his skin when he let it sweep over him.

His head was slightly bent back while he looked up at Loki, who was a full head taller than him. Loki gently had his fingers plucked from the hair ornaments that adorned it during the ceremony and let them fall to the ground. Harald's long black hair fell free, and he pulled his fingers through it.

"If we do this, there is no going back."

"I know," Harald replied and took his hand in his and kissed his knuckles; he was ready.

Slowly, Loki started to disrobe him. The long fingers slowly untied the knots that held his ceremonial tunic in place and let them teasingly caress the light skin underneath.

"No magic?" Harald asked in a thick voice. He stood completely still and let Loki's fingers painfully slowly work its way through the knots.

"No"

Loki gently parted the tunic, and Harald allowed it to drop from his body as Loki's fingers traced a path along his skin. They both understood why magic wasn't used in moments like these. They wanted to savor every delicate touch they could share. Harald absorbed the caresses eagerly, like a parched sponge. Loki's fingers hinted at the pleasure to come, and just the thought that this was merely the start made Harald feel his trousers grow a bit too snug.

But he did not intend to let Loki be the only one to have fun. He unbuttoned Loki's cloak and dropped it around their feet in a hard thump. He put his hands under the green tunic and caressed the skin under them, hard and warm. He enjoyed the slender figure of his mate as his finger sank into the warm flesh and never broke away from his intense gaze.

He felt Loki fumbling with the metal that kept the lower half of his dress in place. The soft sound of claps unhooking filled the silence between them until nothing held up his clothes, and they fell heavy down on the ground. Pooling into a crumpled circle around their feet.

Loki let his hand caress his cheek, and Harald grabbed it and hugged his hand hard before Loki's lips pressed against his own in a soft kiss. The tingling of magic quickly weaving into his body, Harald groaned as he felt how his legs almost gave out. If it had not been for Loki's arms, he would have fallen to the ground. He felt Loki chuckled on his lips.

"I know I'm good, but this is a new record of making you fall for me."

Harald swatted his arm with a hot blush burning over his cheeks, "Do not inflate your ego more than it already is."

Loki chuckled as he lifted Harald into his arms, disregarding his objections. He carried him over to the bed prepared for them. The green-blue silk blanket gently brushed against Harald's back as he gazed up at Loki towering over him.

"You love my ego, admit it," Loki teased, lowering his head to gently assault his mate's delicate, pale throat. He savored the slightly salty skin and felt the pulse quicken beneath his lips as he lightly nibbled on it with his teeth.

Harald let out a gentle moan and leaned his head back, allowing more of his skin to be exposed. "I have no idea what you mean," he said.

"Oh, but I believe you do, my light," Loki replied, twirling around and covering his face with delicate kisses.

"Not at all," Harald panted as Loki's lips traced a path down his neck once more, sending a delightful shiver through him. He buried his hands in Loki's lush hair, feeling Loki's hand glide along his side. Harald's fingers danced over the muscles beneath, and he noticed Loki's breath catch.

"Lies"

Harald chuckled. "Wouldn't you be the expert on that, oh mighty god of lies."

"Indeed," Loki bit down more firmly on his collarbone, causing Harald to moan, "to master the art of lying as I do, I must first know the truth, correct?"

"True" Harald sighted

"There you go."

Loki shifted downward across his smaller partner's chest, his mouth finding one of Harald's sensitive nipples, eliciting a moan of pure pleasure. Not stopping there, Loki continued to tease the exposed nipple with one hand while his mouth traveled further down to Harald's smooth belly, planting kisses and gentle nips along the sensitive skin. His hand glided over the soft skin, down to Harald's thigh, where he lightly brushed feathers against his crotch, deliberately avoiding his already rock-hard erection.

"So impatient," Loki hummed but did not give in to the sweet sounds that spread from his mates' lips and his hips that pressed forward.

Harald's breath hitched as he lay sprawled beneath Loki, his body a canvas of heat and trembling need. His skin, flushed a deep, feverish crimson, gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat that trailed down the hard planes of his chest, catching the light like liquid desire. Every inch of him was alive with sensation, from the goosebumps that prickled his skin to the way his cock throbbed, heavy and insistent, against the tight confines of his trousers.

Loki's hand was a brand on his chest, the god's fingers calloused and wicked as they toyed with Harald's nipples, pinching and twisting until Haralds back arched off the bed, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck," Harald gasped, his voice raw and broken as his hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking release.

Loki's smirk was a knife's edge, sharp and knowing, as he leaned in close enough for Harald to feel the hot puff of his breath against his lips. "Enjoying yourself, little one?" Loki purred, the words dripping with dark, molten promise. His eyes, bright and predatory, locked onto Harald's, and the mortal felt a shiver race down his spine, pooling low in his gut like liquid fire.

Harald tried to speak, tried to form some kind of retort, but all that escaped him was a choked whimper as Loki's hand slid lower, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before slipping beneath them. The god's touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Harald's body as Loki cupped his aching cock, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze that had Harald's vision blurring at the edges.

"Gods," Harald moaned, his head falling back as Loki's fingers began to stroke him, slow and teasing, each movement a torturous caress that left him gasping for air. "Loki, please—"

"Please what?" Loki interrupted, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through Harald's veins. "Use your words, little one. Tell me what you want."

Harald's lips parted, but before he could speak, Loki's free hand slipped lower, fingers brushing against the sensitive cleft of his ass. The fae's breath caught in his throat as Loki's finger pressed against his entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle with a wicked precision that left Harald trembling.

"Oh by the norns," Harald choked out, his hips jerking as Loki's finger breached him, slow and deliberate, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. "Loki—!"

The god's lips curved into a smirk as he began to move his finger, in and out, twisting and curling in search of that sweet spot that had Harald seeing stars. When he found it, Harald's body jerked like he'd been struck by lightning, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as pleasure exploded through him in white-hot waves.

"There it is," Loki murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction as he pressed relentlessly against that spot, each thrust of his finger sending Harald spiraling higher and higher. "You're so tight, little one. I can feel how badly you want this."

Harald's hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as Loki's finger dowe in and out of him with a steady rhythm that had him panting and moaning. His cock was leaking, precum soaking the front of his stomache as Loki's other hand continued to stroke him, teasing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Loki commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Harald's spine. "I want to see you fall apart."

And Harald did. With a cry that echoed through the room, he came hard, his body convulsing as pleasure ripped through him in blinding waves. Loki's fingers never stopped moving, milking every last drop of cum from him until he was trembling and spent, his body limp and boneless against the bed.

Loki leaned in close, his lips brushing against Harald's ear as he whispered, "Good boy."

The words sent a fresh shiver through Harald's body, and he knew this was only the beginning. Loki wasn't done with him yet. Not even close.

Loki let his fingers touch the same place again, and Harald's body bent up slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. His hands gripped at the sheets beneath him as pleasure coursed through his veins, making his entire body tingle with sensation.

As Loki continued to scissor his fingers inside him, Harald arched his back, wordlessly begging for more. He couldn't remember ever feeling this good before, like every nerve in his body was on fire and it was all thanks to this god who held so much power over him.

Loki watched as Harald became a bubbly mess of pleasure beneath him, panting and moaning as he sought out every ounce of pleasure that Loki could give him. But the god wasn't done yet. He wanted to see just how far he could push his little light before he broke under the weight of desire.

With a wicked grin on his lips, Loki added a third finger inside Harald's tight entrance, watching as the younger man gasped and squirmed beneath him. The stretch was bordering on painful now, but Harald didn't seem to mind. He was too lost in the throes of ecstasy to care about anything else but this moment.

Loki repeated the same action as before, pressing against Harald's prostate with each thrust of his fingers until the younger man was trembling with pleasure and sweet pain. He couldn't help but feel pride swell within him at how good he was making Harald feel.

But that wasn't enough for Loki. He wanted more. And he knew just what would send Harald over the edge.

Removing his fingers from inside Harald's quivering body, Loki leaned in close once again. His lips brushed against the shell of Harald's ear as he whispered,"tell me what you need, my little star."

Harald couldn't think straight as he lay there beneath Loki, his body still trembling with pleasure. The god's words echoed in his mind, sending jolts of electricity through his veins. He wanted to give in to the desires burning within him, to be completely consumed by this dark and alluring being.

"Loki, please..." Harald begged as he raised a trembling hand and entwined them into Loki's mane of hair, holding on to it desperately. Like if he let go, he would fall through the floor.

"Tell me," forest green eyes met viridian as he stared down at his small lover. "Tell me, and I will give it to you." His heartbeat picked up speed at the gorgeous male in front of him, and remembered that he was his, his to touch, his to cherish, and his to love. His skin was hot to the touch, soft and crackling with magic.

Harald swallowed hard as he looked up at Loki, unable to resist the pull that the god had over him. He knew what he needed - what he craved - but a part of him was still afraid to ask for it. To reveal such a deep desire would make him vulnerable, but with Loki, it also felt safe.

"I...I want you..." Harald finally whispered out, his heart racing as he spoke those words aloud.

Loki's lips curled into a predatory smile as he leaned down towards Harald's ear once again. "You have me," he murmured hotly against the younger man's skin before trailing kisses down his neck.

Harald moaned softly at the sensation of Loki's lips against his sensitive skin, arching up against him in desperation. He wanted more - so much more - and Loki seemed more than eager to give it to him.

Drawing out a mewing sound from Harald, "Loki-…. Loki, please… Don't teas, or I will make you suffer tenfold."

Harald felt the warm air tickling his neck as Loki chuckled and kissed his collarbone, leaving a red mark as he did. "Always so demanding, my love,"

"You have no idea!" Harald breathed hard. "Now get going, or your ass will be mine."

Loki could not hold back a delighted laugh. His little one could be such a beast; no one would believe him if anyone knew how dominant and ordering Harald could be when he wanted something, And Loki loved every second of it.

"As you wich, my love," Loki took hold of his husband's beautiful long hair and made him tilt back his head slightly, giving him the chance to place a kiss on the nape of his neck that was blotted before him.

Harald's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Loki slowly push himself into his slick entrance. He choked on a moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he gripped the sheets beneath him. He could feel every inch of Loki, every ridge and bump of his arousal as it stretched him wide. He could feel the burn, the slight pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that coursed through him.

Loki grunted and stilled once he was balls deep inside Harald, giving his husband a chance to get used to the feeling of him. He leaned down to place gentle kisses along Harald's jawline and neck, whispering words of love and adoration against his skin.

Harald opened his eyes, tears glistening at the corners as he stared up at Loki with unbridled love and desire. He couldn't believe that this gorgeous god was all his, that they were joined together in such an intimate way for the first time.

Loki kissed away a stray tear that Harald hadn't even noticed fallen from his eyes before pulling back slightly to look down at his husband with a soft smile. "You are so beautiful," he whispered before starting a slow roll of his hips.

Harald moaned loudly, arching up into Loki as waves of pleasure washed over him. His body trembled beneath Loki's touch, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

Loki continued to move slowly but deliberately, making sure Harald was fully adjusted to him before picking up pace. With each thrust, he hit spots within Harald that made him gasp and cry out in ecstasy.

Their movements became more frantic as they approached their peak together. The sound that escaped from Harald's lips was a rumbling mess - equal parts pleasure and need - as he held onto Loki tightly.

No longer able to resist, Loki increased the tempo, causing Harald to cry out in newfound pleasure. With lips parted and eyes shut, Harald was lost in the sensation. He wrapped his arms around Loki's shoulder and pressed his face into his husband's neck, aware that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Harald's entire body was on fire, electric sparks shooting through him with every movement of Loki's hips. He clung to his husband desperately, lost in the haze of pleasure and magic swirling around them.

Loki's thrusts became more powerful and erratic, a low growl escaping from deep within him. He could feel Harald tightening around him, signaling his own imminent release.

Harald looked into Loki's eyes, completely entranced by the intensity and fire within them. There was something about the magic that seemed to enhance his features, making him even more alluring and powerful.

Loki's hands tightened on Harald's hips as he continued to move inside him, his gaze never leaving his husband's. He could feel the magic pulsing through them both, connecting them in a way he had never experienced before.

"Mine," Loki growled again, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. "You are mine."

Harald couldn't help but moan at the dominant tone in Loki's voice, feeling completely owned by him in that moment. He wrapped his legs around Loki's waist, pulling him deeper inside as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

It was like their bodies were made for each other. Every thrust sent bolts of pleasure shooting through Harald's body, leaving him gasping and panting for more.

The mist of magic surrounding them only seemed to intensify with each passing moment. It was almost suffocating in its intensity but also exhilarating at the same time. Harald felt like he was being consumed by it, consumed by Loki.

As if sensing his thoughts, Loki leaned down to capture Harald's lips in a passionate kiss. It was like fireworks going off within Harald as their tongues danced together, matching the movements of their bodies.

Suddenly a new electric feeling hit Harald, and he could not hold in the loud cries of pleasure as Loki repeatedly started hitting his prostate, again and again at the exact right angle.

The mist of magic felt denser around them, suffocating yet exhilarating at the same time. It was filling them both up, consuming them completely until there was nothing left but each other and this intense connection between them.

Harald's body was wracked with pleasure as he came once again, his release mixing with Loki's inside of him. He could feel the intense connection between them only getting stronger, their magic intertwining and pulsing with each passing moment.

Loki grunted and moaned above him, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Harald could feel each spasm of his husband's body, the way his cock pulsed inside of him, filling him up completely.

Automatically, Harald's passage muscles began to seize, squeezing on Loki and draining every last drop of pleasure from him. He could feel Loki still rocking hard into him, instinctively trying to push his come deeper into him as he possibly could do.

And Harald almost came again as he felt him jerk inside of him, releasing another gush of hot semen deep within him. It made him see stars as their magic exploded around them and inside them both.

They collapsed together in a heap of limbs and magic, panting and trying to catch their breath. For a few moments, they were lost in the euphoria of their lovemaking before reality slowly started to seep back in.

Harald opened his eyes to find himself still cradled in Loki's arms. The magical mist had dissipated now but the intensity between them was still palpable. He smiled lazily at Loki who returned it with a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I love you," Harald whispered, feeling overwhelmed by all that had just happened between them.

Loki smiled down at him, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "And I love you," he replied earnestly before leaning down for another kiss.

As they lay together in quiet bliss, Harald couldn't help but feel like this was just the beginning of something incredible between them. And with Loki's love and magic surrounding them both, he knew they could conquer anything that came their way.

Loki's whole body was now firmly pressed against him, skin to skin, soaking up the sweat and residue magic, and there were black spots that invaded his vision and mind for a second as he felt it all connect.

His arm and back felt like they were on fire. He must have blacked out briefly because when he regained his senses, he found Loki planting soft and warm kisses along his shoulder and up his tender, marked neck. He knew there would be plenty of marks, but he didn't mind. Loki then gently lay down beside him, withdrawing with a wet sound, leaving him with an unsettling emptiness as if something vital was suddenly missing. Harald felt Loki's strong, protective arms pull him closer to his chest. He snuggled into Loki, seeking the warmth and safety that only Loki could provide.

"Look," Loki said softly, his voice filled with love and awe as he displayed Harald's mark. All the flowers had fully blossomed, reaching up to his shoulder, and he could sense without seeing that they extended across his back. Similarly, Loki's mark had mirrored this growth. Forget-me-nots and golden peonies adorned nearly every inch of their skin on thair right side, making Harald gasp as the magic within them harmonized.

Loki chuckled and nuzzled his neck. "I love the thought that we are made for each other"

Harald chuckled softly as his fingers traced the floral design on his husband's arm. This large, vibrant soul mark was quite rare; it symbolized power and demonstrated the perfect connection between them. It was a testament to their love. Everything about them was... complementary, a feeling his overwhelmed mind couldn't quite imagine at that moment. He felt reassured knowing that nothing could ever come between them. They were bound together for eternity, in this life or the next, no matter what.

'I love you'

He sensed Loki's lips pressing gently against his head while Loki softly stroked his back. The magical resonance they shared was now an enduring part of him, as if nothing could sever the new bond they had forged. He looked forward to exploring this newfound connection.

'Love you too my, little starlight'

Harald could even feel Loki's heartbeat next to his, a phantom pulse mirroring his own with perfect synchrony. It was as if they had transcended their separate beings and melded into a single entity. The warmth of Loki's body enveloped him like a soft, protective cocoon. As the comforting darkness swept over him, Harald nestled closer into Loki's embrace, surrendering to the soothing cadence of their united heartbeats as he drifted into a peaceful slumber.

A/N:
Some parts of the wedding vows are from "the chaos of stars" by Kiersten White. I absolutely loved it and thought it was fitting as their vows :D. Also the hand fast ceremony is taken from the celtic/ viking bonding ceremony because the Vikings worshiped the Nordic gods and followed the traditions.

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