You were pulled away from Loki into a hug from someone else. "Hey kiddo."
"Tony!" You said, wrapping your arms around him.
"I can not believe you did that." He pulled away to frown at you. "I would threaten to kill you but, you know, a little late."
"I'm fine now." You chuckled.
"Looks like I have some planning to do," Tony remarked as he glanced at your ring. "Now that he's back."
Tony walked around you to glare at Loki. "If you harm her I will throw you in a cell myself."
"I would do so myself before I let harm come to her," Loki swore, knowing this was not a time to joke, as he had done in the past.
"Good," Tony said, looking baffled Loki agreed to that. "Now, I am going to plan a wedding." He grinned.
You gave an exasperated sigh and Loki pulled you close with a smile.
<•-~*~-•>
Natasha held your hands as you hyperventilated, reminding you to breathe. "You're going to be fine."
"Anything could go wrong!" You stressed, fanning out your lovely dress Clint bought you. The second he showed it to you, you knew it was the one. It was a beautiful white dress with a small train—if it was any bigger you definitely would have tripped on it—and the sleeves were a stitched flower design.
"Everything is perfect, Y/n." Natasha said, trying her best to keep you calm. "Even if it wasn't, you're marrying your soulmate. You love him, right?"
"What? Of course," you insisted.
"Then that's all that matters," she reassured you. "Even if it's a disaster of a wedding, you'll marry him."
"Yes," you breathed. "You're right. It doesn't even matter now much time I'll have with him."
"I'm your bridesmaid, of course I'm right." Natasha winked.
"How would I do this without you?"
"You'll never have to know." She smiled, pushing you towards the walkway. "Now, go marry him."
You took a deep breath, glad you convinced Tony to only invite Avenger related people, and not the entire world, because it was crowded enough as it was.
The second you locked eyes with Loki, everyone faded away. Natasha was definitely right, it didn't matter if the wedding was a disaster if you got to marry him finally.
You hooked your arm around Tony's outstretched one. He gave you a reassuring smile as he pulled you along, but you only looked at Loki.
You could have sword his eyes watered as you stopped in front of him and Tony walked around you to be the officiant—he had insisted.
"You're beautiful," Loki whispered, chasing away all of your nerves.
"Thank you everyone for coming," Tony called out, quieting the murmurs. He continued with the ceremony but you couldn't take your eyes off Loki.
You made your mind up. It didn't matter that Loki would outlive you by millennia, he loved you and you loved him. You may only be a handful of decades in his life but you would have this time together.
Tony turned to Loki, looking at him with a very serious expression. "Do you, Loki Odinson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Loki said, not taking his eyes off you either.
Tony's expression softened at the confidence in Loki's declaration, turning to you. "And do you, Y/n Stark, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
A girl in an adorable little dress came forwards with the rings and Loki slipped the simple silver band on your finger and you did the same to him.
"Then by the power in me—since about twelve hours ago—I now pronounce you husband and wife," Tony announced. "You may now kiss the bride."
Loki wasted no time in holding your face in his hands and kissing you. You heard everyone cheering in the background—Thor especially.
Loki stepped back and looked to Tony with a nod. You looked around in confusion as Tony quieted the crowd. "We have one more part left of this."
You frantically looked for Natasha for an explanation when Tony took your hand. You looked back to see yours and Loki's hands held over a golden bowl.
"I apologize for the last second change," Loki spoke to you. "But I wanted it to be a surprise. If you don't want to do this, just say the word, but I do hope you'll consider."
Tony have you a nod, agreeing to the fact that, if you said no, this would all stop.
"What...what is this?" You asked.
"Binding your life to mine," Loki said softly.
"My life? So I wouldn't..." you trailed off.
"You would live as long as I do," he confirmed. "So long as I live, you do."
You knew then that all your promises you made to yourself were a lie. You did care about Loki outliving you. You didn't want the rest of your life together to only be a handful of decades; you wanted centuries.
You took a deep breath, "Together."
Loki immediately lightened. "Together," he agreed.
"This will sting for a moment," Tony warned, grimacing as he took a small knife across your palm, then to Loki's. Your bloods dripped into the golden bowl, joining together. "Now clasp hands."
You put your hand in Loki's letting your blood mix. Tony put a gold ribbon over your hands, wrapping it tightly around.
Tony muttered a chant under his breath while his hands hovered over yours. "Loki Odinson, do you accept this binding of your life to this mortal?"
"Yes, I do."
Tony was silent for a few moments so you asked, "Is that it?" Tony opened his mouth to respond when a bright light burst out of your clasped hands, forming a shield around your hands.
You watched in wonder as the shield changed colors, going through the rainbow before it settled back to white, slowly shrinking back into your palms.
There was deafening silence until Tony announced, "Your lives are now binded," and the entire room burst into applause and cheering.
You removed your hand from Loki's, eyes widening as you noticed that the wound had completely sealed up, leaving not even a scar.
You wrapped your arms around Loki with a grin plastered on your face. You could barely believe it; you were going to live centuries—if not millennia—with your soulmate. It was more than you dared hope for.
Everything worked out in the end. You would have gone through it all a hundred times to still be able to get this. As you looked into Loki's eyes, you knew he felt the same.
You got your Happily Ever After.
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A/N: Yeah, oops, Natasha is actually dead. This was just practice anyway so just pretend it's someone else (or I didn't kill Natasha off)