It isn’t something Loki would ever suspect of Natasha. She has always seemed so strong and sure to him, but he knows as well as anyone just what it’s like to put up a mask to hide one’s insecurities. There is none of that now though, not for either of them. They know each other on such a deep level now that no one knows them like they know each other, inside and out. Loki wouldn’t have it any other way.
He grips her hands as she presses her soft lips to his knuckles, and smiles. She is not the only one that feels that way. When they are not in each other’s presence, Loki feels a longing that is wholly new to him and when they are, everything in him is screaming to touch her. Her physical touch is grounding in a way he didn’t know was possible.
Really, Natasha could be wrapped head to toe in burlap and he’d still find her attractive, but this dress compliments her so perfectly he hardly has the words to describe it. His eyes roam down her body, taking in every inch of her before coming back up to rest on her face, easily the most beautiful part of her physical body. He could stare into her eyes for the rest of eternity.
”I have never been more ready for anything in my whole life.” He listens intently as she lays out the exact procedure. It doesn’t sound so much different from other marriage rituals he’s heard about, except he knows this one has a certain magical element that fits them perfectly. “Of course I found you the perfect ring.” Or at least he believes it to be. Simple and elegant and beautiful beyond words. Just like his bride. As she blushes, he smiles and reaches up to cup one reddening cheek before getting back to the ceremony.
The chord is beautiful and Loki finds himself stroking one finger along its length in awe before taking one of the papers. “I cannot believe how quickly you got all of this together. It is absolutely perfect.”
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Date: 2025-02-14 12:13 am (UTC)He grips her hands as she presses her soft lips to his knuckles, and smiles. She is not the only one that feels that way. When they are not in each other’s presence, Loki feels a longing that is wholly new to him and when they are, everything in him is screaming to touch her. Her physical touch is grounding in a way he didn’t know was possible.
Really, Natasha could be wrapped head to toe in burlap and he’d still find her attractive, but this dress compliments her so perfectly he hardly has the words to describe it. His eyes roam down her body, taking in every inch of her before coming back up to rest on her face, easily the most beautiful part of her physical body. He could stare into her eyes for the rest of eternity.
”I have never been more ready for anything in my whole life.” He listens intently as she lays out the exact procedure. It doesn’t sound so much different from other marriage rituals he’s heard about, except he knows this one has a certain magical element that fits them perfectly. “Of course I found you the perfect ring.” Or at least he believes it to be. Simple and elegant and beautiful beyond words. Just like his bride. As she blushes, he smiles and reaches up to cup one reddening cheek before getting back to the ceremony.
The chord is beautiful and Loki finds himself stroking one finger along its length in awe before taking one of the papers. “I cannot believe how quickly you got all of this together. It is absolutely perfect.”