Story: Actually, they never planned on anything, life just happened. But the day of your wedding should be the best day of your life, and work out as you planned it, right? It's not that easy, though, when the day before your wedding actually sucks…

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, 'm just borrowing!

Author's note: Some short insights into the lives of a couple that was meant to be. Featuring female-Toni/male-Loki.

Life happens when you're making plans

Now: Prologue

Antonia Stark had never loathed Obadiah Stane and the 10 Rings as much as the day before her wedding. Her wedding dress was lovely, and she could live with the fact that no way in hell she would be showing cleavage with the arc reactor logged in her sternum right above her breasts.

She hated the fact, though, that she was the one looking too buttoned up, even though all women around her were sporting renaissance dresses that did not reveal too much. Yeah, her hair looked great, and her make-up was flawless, but still… She was the fucking bride, after all, she should stand out of the crowd!

Ever since making it out alive of that cave in Afghanistan Toni had resorted to revealing backs, bare shoulders, jewelry outlining the fragile bone structure down her spine, drawing attention to her shoulder blades, her waist… it did not matter then that she covered up her front, for the reactor never to be seen in public.

On fucking Asgard, of course, you showed as little cleavage as possible, and definitely no low back. And thanks to the fact that her stomach was acting up on the mead, she could not even get drunk, so she was nipping on her water and craning her neck for her soon-to-be husband, wishing that this would be over soon. Wishing for the next day to come, when she could wear her lovely wedding dress with the lace in the back…

She startled when a hand touched said back, running down from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, a warm voice whispering into her ear: "You look lovely, my Dear."

"I look like somebody wrapped me in your Mom's old curtains, Lokes. I brought the red dress you like so much, and everybody told me it was inappropriate. It's my fucking wedding, for heaven's sake!"

Loki's pupils dilated slightly at the thought of that dress, yes, he definitely appreciated it.