It was your wedding night, and Loki was carrying you bridal style to your shared chamber. You both were slightly drunk and were chuckling loudly in the halls. He wore an emerald green tunic with gold plating, a long green cape, and his signature headguard with gold horns. When inside, Loki set you down and pressed you against the wall, earning a soft gasp from you, which made it easier to claim your lips hungrily. He then pulled back, panting, and took off his horns.

"You look exquisite, darling..." He said with a smirk, lowering his headguard.

"I can't believe you're finally mine..." He whispered breathlessly, his British accent more prominent. He pressed the tips of the horns against the skirt of your gown over your hips causing you to shudder softly at the cold feel of the headguard.