"It will take me a few minutes to get ahold of her. She is often off the grid, but since we aren't having the larger ceremony right away, that shouldn't be a problem. Thor will be fine, or I will tug on his hair and step on his toes. He will fall in line too. Plus, I do know he loves you." Natasha grinned. She's listened to the complaints about Loki that only a brother would have about his sibling-- ad one he loves. It was probably partially in listening to Thor that Natasha began to realize all that she felt. Only the start of it, obviously.

"Excellent. Maybe we should climb out of the bath then. I do love it in here, but my skin does wrinkle after a time. I'm not as perfectly made as you are my love." She teased, and ran her hands down his beautiful stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with particular care. There was such admiration in her eyes for how he was made. It was not only his heart that she loved, it was every part of him-- from his outward creation inward. He was absolute perfection in every way. She saw him through the eyes of true love.

"Thank you. I will find all the pictures, and then will let you know so that we have it as quick as possible. Maybe we can even port somewhere lovely for the ceremony, or create a little spot for us overnight. I don't know. I'm reaching, but my mind wants everything for us."