Leslie-Stark

"It is required of us," Thor gently reminds, looking from you to the large bed in his chambers.  He kneels at your feet, removing your slippers, careful not to move too quickly lest he frighten.  He stands, and pulls you up with him. "This cannot be real," you murmur, as though you are alone. Thor turns you so that he can untie the laces on the back of the elaborate dress.  "Obviously this is happening, but I only just learned of this - this agreement.  I became numb.  I am *still* numb."  His warm fingers manipulate the sleeves from your shoulders.  A tiny shiver runs down your body.   "And now you are married and have become my princess."

The day has finally arrived. While the wedding gown is breathtaking, you are not glowing with happiness and joy as befits a bride. The woman staring back at you in the full-length mirror is practically a stranger.  Why, Father? Despite the gentle knocking on the door, you jump, your nerves make breathing properly difficult.  The door opens as you turn towards it.  Your mother enters the large chamber.  She looks at you with tears in her eyes, and your heart sinks even further. "Oh, my girl!  I stand before you and still cannot believe this is happening.  As long as I live, I will never understand your father's agreement to this marriage, no

The beam faded into nothing, having delivered it's passenger safely.  Loki turned a slow circle to take in his surroundings.  Having done what research he could about his destination, he had a very good idea of where he was in the small city.  He was east of the river which meant he was on the same side as the central education, research and development institution that likely houses the Midgardian project Odin is so desperate to understand. It is late spring here in this part of Midgard.  Loki transformed his clothing into suitable attire and began walking towards a collection of buildings surrounded by lovely park-like spaces that would be

One week later, a formal gala was held at the palace.  Frigga was very persuasive in her argument that the citizens of Asgard should not be denied any opportunity to unite in celebration, instead of battle.  A feast was held, with guests served in the vast gardens which could accommodate all who attended.  A ball followed that evening, and once you and your husband had finished the traditional First Dance, the ballroom floor remained full with dancers until the musicians could play no more. Loki happily surprised you with the suggestion of visiting your friends on Midgard.  Heimdall's slight smile warmed your heart, and he was most pleased t