There hasn't been a lot of peace in Natasha's life either, so this little cove created by magic and love is the most at rest she's been in her entire life. In this moment, nothing exists beyond Loki and herself. There is no fear, no tomorrow, no yesterday. Her past isn't clinging to her and weighing her down-- nothing exists beyond this moment, beyond the beat of their hearts, which seem to have somehow synced to the same beat of the larger universe that Natasha can now feel all around them. It's ethereal. Her mind can reach out and think beyond what it ever could.

Lying there with her eyes closed, Natasha is aware of every breath Loki takes. She can feel his body next to hers on some plane beyond what she was connected to him previously. In her mind, Natasha knew that being with him, loving him, marrying him would bind them and her to an entirely new level, but now that she's here, it's incredible. There's so much more to take in and enjoy than she could have prepared herself for. There was no way she could have comprehended how much these vows would have tied them together, and now she knows that they are completely and inextrably tied together; nothing will ever separate them.

Tapping her fingers against his chest, widening them and running them along the impossibly smooth skin that always carries a slight chill, Natasha gazes up at the man she adores. "I would love to come here each year on our anniversary, and remember all this. I never knew I could ever feel so much for one person, and now that we are here, married, joined in this magical, remarkable way... Loki..." At a loss for words, Natasha leans up and places her lips against his in a deep, lingering kiss. One that tries to impart all that she's feeling right now. Breaking for air, her fingers undo the rest of his buttons. "You are the most gorgeous man in the cosmos. I don't know how I got so lucky. I am looking forward to celebrating this every way you wish."