The wedding ceremony, the hand-fasting, had been far more than Natasha could have hoped it would be. No matter what she might have imagined her wedding like growing up and occasionally like as a grown woman, this was so much more. It was intimate and simply full of awe and wonder. It was like the world stood up and applauded their joining. Natasha had goose-bumps across her soul, if ever there were such a thing.

Holding Loki after the ceremony, she gazed at him and knew she could never love another like this. He was the most wonderful man, and her heart was full to the rim and flowed over with all that she felt for him. "Until the end of time." There was no greater feeling than being one with him, still bound by the cloth and held tight in his arms.

Their honeymoon grove was mere steps away. That was the blessing enjoyed in being married to a god of magic. Loki had made everything so perfect. The flowers, growing ivy, trees, nothing was left out. The little twinkling lights and the dim glow of a perfect twilight. It was stunning. All he had to do was lift her and carry her over to where their bed lay strewn with flowers. Natasha had ordered something to wear for the night, which was secondary to merely being with him. All she wanted was to be close to him, and to make their marks upon one another, both by hand and with magic.

"I am looking forward to the rest of tonight. I can't wait to impress our magical trees upon one another."