The Newlyweds

Loki pulls away a time after, smiling still with a light blush, the smile of true love still on his face as the crowd roars.

He smiles, his eyes still shining bright with love as he looks at her.

Their moment has finally come…

"This is beautiful. Perfect, even." He says to her, still holding her close and smiling.

"Shall we join the others?" He asks, motioning to the tables where their guests are seated.

"Yes, we shall." Olivia says softly, her smile plastered onto her face as her heart is beating erratically.

His smile remains wide, and his eyes shine as the two walk hand in hand to the tables, his eyes shining bright with love, joy, pride, and happiness.

This is more than he could have ever hoped for...

More than he could have ever imagined.

The God of Mischief looks around the room, his eyes bright as the sun.

Music begins to play as Olivia looks around the room, her mind racing with millions of thoughts as people walk over to congratulate the newlywed couple.

Loki's eyes are still shining bright with love, joy, and pride. His smile is wide, it's pure, genuine, and unadulterated. His goddess is sitting by his side, his bride, his true love.

He holds his bride's hand as they receive the congratulations of his people, but he only has eyes for her.

Olivia holds his hand as people continue to congratulate them.

However, across the room sits Prince Balder who is livid by what transpired.

He grits his teeth as he looks at Loki, who is smiling brightly, his eyes shining like gold.

His feeling of rage builds up until he looks at Olivia, who is smiling and waving at everyone.

His heart skips a beat just looking at her and his breathing gets heavier.

"We will be together soon, my dear." He says softly to himself.

Loki smiles, waving at his people, his eyes still shining bright. His joy is still evident, almost as though there's no limit to his joy and love.

He's not paying much attention now as he focuses on his wife, his true love...the goddess he's spent his life searching for.

His eyes are only for her...the others simply do not matter, and she is all he sees.

Olivia and Loki then walk together to the reception at the vineyard as food and drinks are being served and music is being played.

Loki's eyes still glow bright with joy, his smile still wide and genuine, real, and true. In his eyes, his wife is the very image of perfection.

"You are amazing, you know that?" He says softly to her as he takes her hand and holds it, a look of love and joy on his face as he gazes into her eyes.

"You are perfect. There's no other word for it. Just perfect."

Olivia's skin flushes as she looks up at him with immense joy and love on her face.

"You are my light, my world. You are perfection and more than I could have ever asked for." She speaks.

Loki chuckles, looking at her. He smiles with love on his face that is pure and unadulterated.

He gazes into her eyes, still smiling as he holds her hand gently.

"My goddess, you are my heart. You complete me. This day...this moment...it is perfect, just like you..." He says happily.

"This is the best day of my life, and I will never forget it." She says with tears forming in her eyes.

He smiles and places an extra loving kiss on her cheek.

"I am at a loss for words, my dear...I have never...I am lost...words cannot begin to express my gratitude, my joy...my love...it is truly...beyond anything I have ever experienced."

He smiles, the light still shines in his eyes, the joy, still evident.

He holds out his hand to her.

"Would you honor me with this dance, my goddess?"