Best friends

Ch. 7

Loki walks you home from his palace. Once you make it to your front porch, he hugs you.

When he lets you go, his face is flushed.

"What", you ask.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to Felicity's wedding with me", Loki replies.

You throw your arms around his neck. "Yes, I would love to!"

Loki sighs and bands his arms around your waist. "I'll see you then."

The next week goes by in a blur. You help Felicity pick flowers and set up the reception hall and seating.

You two go to her dress fitting. She already has the dresses picked out. The wedding dress has tiny light pink flowers on the bodice and on the hem of the skirt with periwinkle tooling.

Felicity shows you a dress she also picked out. The dress is almost identical to her own, just not as flashy. It's got the same flowers on the hem, but the bodice is periwinkle like her skirt.

You stand for what feels like ages on the pedestal and have the dress adjusted perfectly to fit your body.

Felicity stands next to you and stares into the mirror at your reflections. A seamstress clips those little pink flowers into your hair and another places a crown of flowers on Felicity's head.

Tears burn in your eyes as you look at your childhood best friend standing in her wedding dress. You blink rapidly, trying to stop the tears from falling. Felicity turns to you, putting her hands on your shoulders.

"Hey", she whispers soothingly, "what is it?"

"You look gorgeous", you say.

She smiles and wipes the tears from your face. "You look amazing too."

She hugs you tightly and you return it with equal verve.

Finally the long awaited day arrives. You wake up at the crack of dawn to the smell of coffee brewing. You walk into the kitchen and see your dad sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, sweetheart", he greets you.

"What are you doing up so early", you ask.

"I wanted to see you off this morning."

"You're going to be there too, dad", you reply, confused.

"Okay, I wanted to know who you're sneaking off to see every night. Your mother thinks I'm being silly for thinking anything, but please just humor me", he begs.

Stomach writhing in inexplicable dread, you sit at the table and rest your hand on his wrist. "I'm seeing someone."

Your dad stares at you expectantly.

"I started seeing Loki", you blurt.

He relaxes and squeezes your hand in his. "That's all", your dad laughs, "I thought you were seeing that ass of a man, Ivar again!"

"That was a mistake", you defend, but you end up laughing in relief. "I need to go, Felicity will be upset if I'm late."

Your dad nods and kisses your forehead.

You walk to the hall where the ceremony is being held and push open a side door. Its a small room lit by candles. Felicity is sitting at a large mirrored wall with curlers in her hair.

She grins when she sees you and motions to a chair next her. You sit and a small woman comes in with two steaming plates of food. As you eat a couple more people come in and work on your makeup and hair.