#lokius riverside wedding — (a small thread)
Loki never really thought something like this could happen to him. Of course, they imagined it must have happened a billion times in any other billion realities: just not this one. And especially not to Mobius.
Her eyes flit around anxiously from time to time. Tugged at the hem of his gorgeous forest green wedding suit, specks of gold mottled around the collar shining under the low sun of the afternoon. They'd... never exactly done this sort of thing before. It was new. Scary.
(4/?)
They glimmered like the stars he used to dream of exploring when young, all incredibly happy for Loki to go through such a monumental experience like marriage. And, truth was, Loki, God of Stories themself, was a bit *nervous*.
(3/?)
ively, each clad accordingly to the dress code they were given; Sylvie standing tall with possibly the biggest smile he'd ever seen- all teeth and crinkled eyes screaming: "𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣!"
(2/?)
Here she stood, on the wet grass of freshly rained on soil (Sylvie insisted, something about "good smells for good weddings"), surrounded by all the people he's ever loved who still remain—Thor, Sylvie, Ouroboros, Hunter, and, hell, even Casey. They all stood by him protec-