Femme Fatales

Chapter One

Bright light filled the large room, reflecting off the chapel's golden pillars. The walls sparkled and shone, matching the glowing feeling of happiness in the air.

It was a happy day, after all. The marriage of two people always was a truly cheerful time.

The bride was none other than Torunn Thorsdottir. She stood happily at the alter, a smile on her face so big that it rivaled the size of her sword. Her long blonde locks were in a gorgeous bun and her make-up was natural yet elegant. Her dress was big and white with lacy and silver accents, especially around the torso of the dress, allowing it to almost look like armor.

Across from her was the groom himself, Francis Barton. He was gazing at Torunn, his eyes bright and a smile on his face. His platinum blonde locks were under somewhat more control today, compared to their usual messy look. He was wearing a white tuxedo with the faintest design of silver on the jacket and silver accents around the collar. The white button-shirt underneath completed the look.

Everyone watched as the Asgardian pastor continued with his sermon, engaging in all the wondrous topics of matrimony. Francis and Torunn were barely listening, however, as they kept their gazes locked on each other and their thoughts swarmed with ideas of the future.

Behind Torunn were her bridesmaids, Petra Murdock and Anna Strange. The duo had curled their hair for the occasion and put on light make-up. They were both smiling, happy for their friends. Between them and the bride herself was the maid of honor, Francine Barton, Torunn's soon to be sister-in-law. She had put her hair into beach waves and had natural-looking make-up on. All three of them had on purple dresses that were embroidered with draped silk.

Behind Francis were his groomsmen, Azari T'Challa and Henry Pym Jr. Henry had his hair gelled back while Azari's head was freshly shaved. They both had slight smiles on their faces, their excitement truly showing through the shine in their eyes. In front of them was the best man, James Rogers, Francis's long-time best friend. His hair was neatly parted and looked to be almost freshly cut. All three of them were dressed in navy blue suits with a silver vine pattern around the trim and white collared shirts.

The pastor finally finished his sermon and the couple moved onto their vows. Each word they spoke was filled with a palpable passion that could be felt in the hearts of everyone in the chapel. Their love-filled statements even brought some guests to tears, including James (though he'd never admit it). Finally, the ceremony came to the part everyone had been waiting for.

"Francis Barton, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asked.

"I do," He said, his eyes never leaving Torunn.

The pastor turned to Torunn. "Torunn Thorsdottir, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," She said, her blue orbs locked onto the dark grey ones before her.

The pastor smiled. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Everyone cheered as Francis and Torunn leaned into each other, their lips locking to share a loving kiss. Applause sounded off throughout the room as they pulled apart, their smiles inflated even more.

Ten minutes later, everyone had moved into the reception room to mix and mingle. People were dancing and drinking, laughter filling the large room. Everyone was having a good time, Asgardians and Midgardians alike.

Everyone except a certain young woman with platinum blonde hair, who sat alone at one of the tables.

Francine was overjoyed at the fact her twin brother and Torunn had finally tied the knot, they had been dating for so long. Yet, she was finding it difficult to have a good time with her current dilemma hanging over her head.