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.
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.”
Maybe it took Nat a little while to organize things for their wedding, but they were together for most of it. He was there for all but the most minute details, and of course the wedding dress and when she picked out his ring. Her heart continued to beat in overtime as she watched Loki look at the chord she'd chosen for their ceremony. The way his fingers slip over it so delicately has her heart aching to touch him, to reach out and take his hands in hers and kiss each one. It's painful not to be pressed up tight against him now. However, she knows that soon, there will be marks between them that no one will erase.
Speaking the words of the ceremony, Nat watches as they are bound together and she can feel the magic within the chords with each wrap. There is power in this ceremony, even if there is no one here but the two of them. "Do you feel that..." She whispers when they finish the final wrap before they say the last of their vows together. It's a finality, a certainty that they are bound before the universe and time, that they are completely tied together as one.
Finishing the words, Nat takes the ring she found for Loki and places it on his finger as a symbol of their dedication and love for one another in all things. They are completely man and wife. It is finished, and as her finger is encircled, there's a sound that seems to ring out, declaring to the world around them that they are now married. It's powerful and robs her of breath. Natasha can feel a power she didn't have before and an opening of her mind she didn't have access to previously. Time seems to yawn open before her, and her eyes widen. Looking at Loki, she leans up to kiss him formally and impresses upon him that they are together, all they will be. She offers her love and only her love, wrapped up in the woman she is now, the queen that he has made her. She is his equal and opposite, and will always be with him.
It seems as though the closer they get to the actual binding, the more in tune with her he feels, and honestly he didn’t think that was even possible. But it’s like his soul can feel that it is almost time, that the wait for his soul mate is finally complete and soon they will both finally be whole. Seeing the chord just brings that all home.
The words they speak for the ceremony feel predestined, like Loki has known them his whole life but didn’t realize it. There is magic in the air that is all at once unfamiliar and comforting, like the magic is speaking to his own magic, getting to know each other before binding him and Nat together forever. The words flow through him, mixing with hers and he knows that this is as important as every other part of the ceremony.
They exchange rings and somehow it completes the circle. He knows it’s not done, there is more they will do to make their connection unbreakable, but this is the first and most important step. Or at least that is how it feels to Loki. It’s all coming together perfectly, just like he knew it would. He turns to look at Natasha directly and the awe and wonder he sees on her face lets him know exactly what she’s experiencing. In fact, he can feel it as much as see it, her mind is open to everything he does now and it makes her even more beautiful. Another thing he didn’t think was possible. Will she never cease to amaze him? He truly hopes not.
He smiles into the kiss and pulls her closer. They will never be apart again and he’s never been more thrilled in his life. “I will love you until the end of time,” he whispers against her lips, his eyes closed as he lets the feeling of completeness wash over him.
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."
For the first time in his life, Loki feels truly whole. He’s known for awhile that he’s been rather lonely for most of his life, but until this moment, he hadn’t really understood just what that means. Now that he is joined with Natasha on the deepest level, it all stands out starkly to him. How lonely he has been and how he will never be lonely again. And it is all down to the woman in his arms. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to truly express how he feels to her, but somehow he knows that she understands intrinsically. Just like they both understood right away that they were meant for each other.
The honeymoon grove is exactly as they had discussed. Loki went out of his way to ensure he got every detail right. Not only because it is what they both want, but because he wants to show her just how much she means to him in every way he can manage. This next stage of their union means almost as much to him as their actual binding because it is his opportunity to show her just how special she is. He wouldn’t go to such effort for just anyone, after all.
With ease, he swings her into his arms, carrying her in a traditional bridal style, bringing her over to the bed where they will continue with their matrimonial ceremonies. The excitement from the binding ceremony still rushes through his veins and makes him all the more excited for the next step.
”You are mine and I am yours and we shall forever be entwined after this night. I cannot express the joy I feel with you here and now. I hope everything is perfect.”
There's magic everywhere. It's not only in the ties that bind them together, but it's thick in the air. Natasha has never been surrounded by so much of it, but it feels like nothing else. It's completely indescribable as she inhales and allows it to fill every one of her senses. A part of her wonders if this is what heaven is like and if she'll ever need to go there because she's already found it right here in this magical grove with her new husband and soulmate.
Staring up into his eyes when he sweeps her off her feet, Nat loops her arms around Loki's neck and sighs with the weight of all the magnificent things around her, and it will only get better. "How could it get any more perfect when I've finally found the other part of me, the half of myself that was missing, and he's holding me in his arms? You make my world better; you make me perfect, Loki. I love you more than those words could ever convey."
Laid upon the bed, she pushes up on her arms to glance around, and her jaw drops in awe of all he's done. The bed is like a bundle of clouds, and the comforter is softer than anything she's ever touched. There are once again no words for what he's created, what he's done for her, and only her. It reaches in and wraps hold of her heart once more and when she thought she couldn't love him more, she finds that it grows deeper.
"I have something I got to change into for you. If you give me a moment, I'll go behind that little tree and change. I think you'll like it. I know I'm not a virgin, but it felt right for my honeymoon, for you."
Slipping off the bed, Natasha disappears and takes a while to slip out of her dress. Wedding dresses were never made to be taken off easily. Once naked, she took her time putting on the lingerie she'd picked out for their special night. She knew it wouldn't last long, but it was something special for them tonight. The choices had been endless, but Natasha loved how this ended up looking on her. Stepping out and walking back toward Loki, she smiled sheepishly.
The magic is so much thicker because it isn’t just his own anymore. She may not realize it, but as his chosen bride, it has caused his own magic to grow and expand, enveloping her and all that surrounds them. Perhaps in time he’ll even be able to teach her to harness it herself, if she wants. But for now it is a comforting presence that surrounds them, protecting them from the rest of the multiverse as they complete their wedding rites.
A soft blush rises in Loki’s cheeks at her words. He feels the same about her. She completes him in ways he hadn’t thought possible and for once, his silvertongue fails him as he tries to think of the appropriate words to tell her that he is nothing without her. Not now, not ever again. She is his world, his life, his soul and all he can do is lean in to kiss her, pouring all of those feelings into the gentle press of lips.
As she props herself up, he sits back, smiling at her as she takes it in. His heart beats faster in his chest as she admires what he’s put together and knows he’s succeeded in showing her just how much she means to him. That alone is enough to make him happy for the rest of his days. She deserves nothing less than to be treated as the Queen she is.
Nodding in response, Loki stretches himself out on the bed, watching as she heads behind a tree to change. As he waits, he strips himself out of his tie and jacket before loosening the buttons at the neck of his shirt. He doubts he’ll be wearing his clothing much longer, but doesn’t feel the need to strip fully right away. When she comes back out, Loki’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide as he sits up and takes notice of the beautiful woman coming out from behind the tree. That’s my wife he thinks to himself in disbelief as he stands and moves over to her.
”I thought I could not think of you as anymore beautiful and have been proven wrong.” As he reaches where she stands, he gently runs his hands down her arms before taking her hands and leaning in to place an almost chaste kiss on her lips. “I am the luckiest man in all the multiverse.”
Pausing at the edge of their magical honeymoon bed, Natasha feels more at home here than anywhere else, and she has to wait and lean into it. She's nearly naked, and outside. The sounds of forest animals surround the darkness that reaches further than the canopy of stars around them, and there's not an ounce of fear. There's no trepidation, worry, or anxiety beyond what's to come between her and Loki tonight, and it's not true anxiety, it's that bubble of excitement that starts in the stomach and buzzes along the skin, trampling over the heart on the way out.
Natasha never knew her cheeks could hurt from smiling so damn much, but her own do. Letting a few threads of her robe loose, Nat crawls into the bed and wanders up to her husband on the plush bed. "This is incredible. I keep saying that to you and me. I might one day realize what the word stunning means. I'm glad you'll be able to recreate it again, so I can remember all this, since we don't have a photographer. I want one of you looking like the god you are with your shirt all open and delicious like that."
Her tone was light and playful, but Nat couldn't be more serious. He was incredibly sexy, trussed up in just his trousers and a shirt with a few buttons open. His hair was gorgeous and suited him perfectly. Kissing him softly, she runs her hand along his chest and leans in to lie beside him, snuggling up beside him to hold on and listen to the sound of his heart. "Married. We did it. We did it. Now we're going to mark one another and be even closer. I don't even know if I can feel closer."
As they maneuver in their bed to be closer together, Loki’s eyes never trail from her. There truly is something magical about this moment and it’s not just the two of them there and how amazing their wedding has been, but as he also takes note of the soft sounds of the forest around them, he realizes what it is.
It’s peaceful.
In all of Loki’s very long life, he can’t ever remember feeling so peaceful. There have been quieter times, but he’s always felt anxious or energetic or some mix of those and other similar emotions. His life and his mind have always been things of chaos. It’s something he generally enjoys, but truth be told, he’s never really known peace so it isn’t something he’s been able to fairly judge. But now he has Natasha and she has shown him, is still showing him, what true peace is like.
”I will recreate this any time you wish, my love. Though I also think returning to this place each year for our anniversary might also be a nice thing to do. What do you think?” Perhaps it’s a little early to be thinking of anniversaries considering they’ve only been married a couple of hours, but for the first time in a very long time, Loki thinks the future is something he is looking forward to, with her by his side.
As she presses in next to him, he pulls her in closer and smiles. It seems like he will never stop smiling now. He wonders if others would think him mad for it. Not that he cares what they think, it is only a passing wonder as he kisses her back gently. “The markings are for us, but I believe that even without them, we are now intrinsically linked forever more. The markings are a blessed physical symbol of our joining only because we both desire to show what we cannot see.” It doesn’t make him want the markings any less, the opposite in fact, but he can’t imagine anything stopping them from being so closely bound, markings or not.
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."
Perhaps that is why they were destined to meet this way. Maybe, just maybe it is their time to finally have peace and live their lives together. It’s not like Loki to think he deserves such nice things, not after how he spent the first thousand years of his life, but he does know Natasha deserves it and he intends on making sure she gets everything she deserves.
Somehow he knows that she feels the same about him. They feel in sync in more than just physical ways now. It’s almost as if they are an extension of each other, mind, body and spirit. There have been times in his life where the idea of being this close to someone would have frightened him, but with Natasha it feels like the most natural thing in all the multiverse. He’s often been skeptical about the idea that certain things were meant to happen, especially after he learned about how the TVA was originally run, but meeting Natasha again and having this new life with her has changed his feelings on the subject because he now cannot imagine his life without her.
He hums softly at the feel of her fingers against his skin. In return he lightly runs his hand down her arm. Even the simplest of touches with her feel like they are burning into his skin in the most delightful way. It’s something he can’t ever imagine tiring of. As she gazes at him, he returns the look, showing her just how he feels with expression alone. His hand moves from her arm to cup her cheek as she leans in for a kiss, which he returns with passion. “It is I who have gotten lucky, in more ways than one, it would seem. Not everyone gets to meet their perfect match.” He pulls her into another heated kiss, but breaks it almost too soon. “Tell me what you need, my love. I will give you everything.”
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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.
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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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Speaking the words of the ceremony, Nat watches as they are bound together and she can feel the magic within the chords with each wrap. There is power in this ceremony, even if there is no one here but the two of them. "Do you feel that..." She whispers when they finish the final wrap before they say the last of their vows together. It's a finality, a certainty that they are bound before the universe and time, that they are completely tied together as one.
Finishing the words, Nat takes the ring she found for Loki and places it on his finger as a symbol of their dedication and love for one another in all things. They are completely man and wife. It is finished, and as her finger is encircled, there's a sound that seems to ring out, declaring to the world around them that they are now married. It's powerful and robs her of breath. Natasha can feel a power she didn't have before and an opening of her mind she didn't have access to previously. Time seems to yawn open before her, and her eyes widen. Looking at Loki, she leans up to kiss him formally and impresses upon him that they are together, all they will be. She offers her love and only her love, wrapped up in the woman she is now, the queen that he has made her. She is his equal and opposite, and will always be with him.
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The words they speak for the ceremony feel predestined, like Loki has known them his whole life but didn’t realize it. There is magic in the air that is all at once unfamiliar and comforting, like the magic is speaking to his own magic, getting to know each other before binding him and Nat together forever. The words flow through him, mixing with hers and he knows that this is as important as every other part of the ceremony.
They exchange rings and somehow it completes the circle. He knows it’s not done, there is more they will do to make their connection unbreakable, but this is the first and most important step. Or at least that is how it feels to Loki. It’s all coming together perfectly, just like he knew it would. He turns to look at Natasha directly and the awe and wonder he sees on her face lets him know exactly what she’s experiencing. In fact, he can feel it as much as see it, her mind is open to everything he does now and it makes her even more beautiful. Another thing he didn’t think was possible. Will she never cease to amaze him? He truly hopes not.
He smiles into the kiss and pulls her closer. They will never be apart again and he’s never been more thrilled in his life. “I will love you until the end of time,” he whispers against her lips, his eyes closed as he lets the feeling of completeness wash over him.
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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."
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The honeymoon grove is exactly as they had discussed. Loki went out of his way to ensure he got every detail right. Not only because it is what they both want, but because he wants to show her just how much she means to him in every way he can manage. This next stage of their union means almost as much to him as their actual binding because it is his opportunity to show her just how special she is. He wouldn’t go to such effort for just anyone, after all.
With ease, he swings her into his arms, carrying her in a traditional bridal style, bringing her over to the bed where they will continue with their matrimonial ceremonies. The excitement from the binding ceremony still rushes through his veins and makes him all the more excited for the next step.
”You are mine and I am yours and we shall forever be entwined after this night. I cannot express the joy I feel with you here and now. I hope everything is perfect.”
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Staring up into his eyes when he sweeps her off her feet, Nat loops her arms around Loki's neck and sighs with the weight of all the magnificent things around her, and it will only get better. "How could it get any more perfect when I've finally found the other part of me, the half of myself that was missing, and he's holding me in his arms? You make my world better; you make me perfect, Loki. I love you more than those words could ever convey."
Laid upon the bed, she pushes up on her arms to glance around, and her jaw drops in awe of all he's done. The bed is like a bundle of clouds, and the comforter is softer than anything she's ever touched. There are once again no words for what he's created, what he's done for her, and only her. It reaches in and wraps hold of her heart once more and when she thought she couldn't love him more, she finds that it grows deeper.
"I have something I got to change into for you. If you give me a moment, I'll go behind that little tree and change. I think you'll like it. I know I'm not a virgin, but it felt right for my honeymoon, for you."
Slipping off the bed, Natasha disappears and takes a while to slip out of her dress. Wedding dresses were never made to be taken off easily. Once naked, she took her time putting on the lingerie she'd picked out for their special night. She knew it wouldn't last long, but it was something special for them tonight. The choices had been endless, but Natasha loved how this ended up looking on her. Stepping out and walking back toward Loki, she smiled sheepishly.
"What do you think, my husband?"
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A soft blush rises in Loki’s cheeks at her words. He feels the same about her. She completes him in ways he hadn’t thought possible and for once, his silvertongue fails him as he tries to think of the appropriate words to tell her that he is nothing without her. Not now, not ever again. She is his world, his life, his soul and all he can do is lean in to kiss her, pouring all of those feelings into the gentle press of lips.
As she props herself up, he sits back, smiling at her as she takes it in. His heart beats faster in his chest as she admires what he’s put together and knows he’s succeeded in showing her just how much she means to him. That alone is enough to make him happy for the rest of his days. She deserves nothing less than to be treated as the Queen she is.
Nodding in response, Loki stretches himself out on the bed, watching as she heads behind a tree to change. As he waits, he strips himself out of his tie and jacket before loosening the buttons at the neck of his shirt. He doubts he’ll be wearing his clothing much longer, but doesn’t feel the need to strip fully right away. When she comes back out, Loki’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide as he sits up and takes notice of the beautiful woman coming out from behind the tree. That’s my wife he thinks to himself in disbelief as he stands and moves over to her.
”I thought I could not think of you as anymore beautiful and have been proven wrong.” As he reaches where she stands, he gently runs his hands down her arms before taking her hands and leaning in to place an almost chaste kiss on her lips. “I am the luckiest man in all the multiverse.”
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Natasha never knew her cheeks could hurt from smiling so damn much, but her own do. Letting a few threads of her robe loose, Nat crawls into the bed and wanders up to her husband on the plush bed. "This is incredible. I keep saying that to you and me. I might one day realize what the word stunning means. I'm glad you'll be able to recreate it again, so I can remember all this, since we don't have a photographer. I want one of you looking like the god you are with your shirt all open and delicious like that."
Her tone was light and playful, but Nat couldn't be more serious. He was incredibly sexy, trussed up in just his trousers and a shirt with a few buttons open. His hair was gorgeous and suited him perfectly. Kissing him softly, she runs her hand along his chest and leans in to lie beside him, snuggling up beside him to hold on and listen to the sound of his heart. "Married. We did it. We did it. Now we're going to mark one another and be even closer. I don't even know if I can feel closer."
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It’s peaceful.
In all of Loki’s very long life, he can’t ever remember feeling so peaceful. There have been quieter times, but he’s always felt anxious or energetic or some mix of those and other similar emotions. His life and his mind have always been things of chaos. It’s something he generally enjoys, but truth be told, he’s never really known peace so it isn’t something he’s been able to fairly judge. But now he has Natasha and she has shown him, is still showing him, what true peace is like.
”I will recreate this any time you wish, my love. Though I also think returning to this place each year for our anniversary might also be a nice thing to do. What do you think?” Perhaps it’s a little early to be thinking of anniversaries considering they’ve only been married a couple of hours, but for the first time in a very long time, Loki thinks the future is something he is looking forward to, with her by his side.
As she presses in next to him, he pulls her in closer and smiles. It seems like he will never stop smiling now. He wonders if others would think him mad for it. Not that he cares what they think, it is only a passing wonder as he kisses her back gently. “The markings are for us, but I believe that even without them, we are now intrinsically linked forever more. The markings are a blessed physical symbol of our joining only because we both desire to show what we cannot see.” It doesn’t make him want the markings any less, the opposite in fact, but he can’t imagine anything stopping them from being so closely bound, markings or not.
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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."
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Somehow he knows that she feels the same about him. They feel in sync in more than just physical ways now. It’s almost as if they are an extension of each other, mind, body and spirit. There have been times in his life where the idea of being this close to someone would have frightened him, but with Natasha it feels like the most natural thing in all the multiverse. He’s often been skeptical about the idea that certain things were meant to happen, especially after he learned about how the TVA was originally run, but meeting Natasha again and having this new life with her has changed his feelings on the subject because he now cannot imagine his life without her.
He hums softly at the feel of her fingers against his skin. In return he lightly runs his hand down her arm. Even the simplest of touches with her feel like they are burning into his skin in the most delightful way. It’s something he can’t ever imagine tiring of. As she gazes at him, he returns the look, showing her just how he feels with expression alone. His hand moves from her arm to cup her cheek as she leans in for a kiss, which he returns with passion. “It is I who have gotten lucky, in more ways than one, it would seem. Not everyone gets to meet their perfect match.” He pulls her into another heated kiss, but breaks it almost too soon. “Tell me what you need, my love. I will give you everything.”