Victor never imagined himself as the type to get married, yet you were an exception. He didn’t know what it was about you— maybe your powers —or maybe because of how he felt about you Truthfully, he didn’t know the real reason, but it didn’t matter.

The wedding was a small affair— Magneto, Mystique, and a few other mutants joined —but it was mostly empty. The idea of someone being his— fully, wholly, and completely —was new.

But it felt… good.

The honeymoon is in Canada, the country where he was born, and he takes you to a small cabin in the mountains; a place where the two of you could be alone for a while. It’s cost-efficient like you wanted, quaint, small, quiet, peaceful, and he gets to keep you all to himself.

“Vic! Get up— it’s snowing!” He grumbles as you push at his shoulders, pressing against him almost excitedly. He forgets that you had never seen snow before, which is another reason why this was the spot for your honeymoon.

“Later, cub.” He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest, even though you squirm and wiggle to be free. He nips at your cheek in warning, one of his eyes peeking open as he looks at you. “Got all tha time in tha world, cub. Snow ain’t goin’ nowhere.”