Throughout Nat's entire life, she's been full of doubt, but watching Loki standing there in his tux there is nothing but joy and readiness in her heart. She would run down the aisle if she could. Reaching him, she takes both his hands with hers and brings them to her lips to kiss. It's nearly impossible not to touch her lips to some part of him during this. There may be only the spirits of the world presiding over them, but this is the most intimate, spiritual, and formal ceremony, and she knows that she will be wed to this man in every way that matters after this. They will be bound before their gods, the Norns, and all time and creation.
Letting out a shakey breath, Nat stares up at him with eyes that glisten. "You never fail to make my heart pound. You're always robbing me of my breath with how gorgeous you are. Thank you. I'm glad you like my dress. I spent a long time picking it out." Glancing down at all the layers of tulle and fabric, Natasha knows that much of it is see-through, and she chose this specifically for this ceremony so that he alone would have the view of her body as it shone through this dress. There was no need for a unique liner. It was the true tone of her skin that glistened every time she moved with the tulle.
"So, are you ready for the binding ceremony, love? It's simple. Just say I will... instead of do you, and what follows, and then we can make each binding together. Then we will say the bottom part together, and be husband and wife, and exchange rings. I have yours. I trust you managed to find one for me. Then we can kiss and ..." Amazingly, Natasha blushed. It wasn't often such a thing happened, but the thought of kissing her husband made her blush more than anything else in this world. Her heart pounded away, and she got out the papers she'd printed for each of them, along with the handfasting chord she'd made out of ribbons she found around they place they were staying, and ripped up pieces of linen.
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Letting out a shakey breath, Nat stares up at him with eyes that glisten. "You never fail to make my heart pound. You're always robbing me of my breath with how gorgeous you are. Thank you. I'm glad you like my dress. I spent a long time picking it out." Glancing down at all the layers of tulle and fabric, Natasha knows that much of it is see-through, and she chose this specifically for this ceremony so that he alone would have the view of her body as it shone through this dress. There was no need for a unique liner. It was the true tone of her skin that glistened every time she moved with the tulle.
"So, are you ready for the binding ceremony, love? It's simple. Just say I will... instead of do you, and what follows, and then we can make each binding together. Then we will say the bottom part together, and be husband and wife, and exchange rings. I have yours. I trust you managed to find one for me. Then we can kiss and ..." Amazingly, Natasha blushed. It wasn't often such a thing happened, but the thought of kissing her husband made her blush more than anything else in this world. Her heart pounded away, and she got out the papers she'd printed for each of them, along with the handfasting chord she'd made out of ribbons she found around they place they were staying, and ripped up pieces of linen.