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Look out, there's a lot of sweet, sickening fluff in this chapter ;) The FINAL chapter! It was supposed to be a pretty short epilogue but FUCK THAT, YOU GUYS KNOW ME. I'M NEVER ONE FOR *SHORT* CHAPTERS. Here, have almost 11k words my sweethearts.

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Daffodils Say We Are Eternal

It was only three weeks after the Avengers had returned from rescuing Amelia from the clutches of Eruk and his minions that Loki arranged for he and Amelia to travel to Norway via the help of Thor and his Bifrost-enhanced axe.

Amelia had been bright-eyed and excited to finally visit the palace up until the point her feet left the floor in New York and touched the ground moments later in New Asgard, where she promptly doubled over in extreme discomfort, fighting the urge to empty the contents of her stomach everywhere.

"Why didn't you tell me it was gonna be like that?" Amelia whined as Loki knelt beside her, one hand on her arm to steady her and the other gently rubbing her back. She was still recovering from the crazy multichromatic light show that had been Bifrost travel, and blinked her eyes rapidly to dispel the dizziness, and hopefully the disturbance to her tummy soon after. "That was horrible… are- are you sure it's okay for me to travel like that while pregnant?"

Loki helped her back up to her feet, keeping an arm around her in case she was to suddenly topple over again, and tilted back her chin to inspect her face carefully, "I asked for Inga's thoughts on the matter and she surmised it would be fine for now, but we should refrain from travelling in this manner once you are heavily pregnant."

"I see," Amelia mumbled, shaking away the last few remnants of disorientation before giving her surroundings a good inspection, and that was when her jaw promptly fell and hung low.

They had landed in the centre of a large courtyard, the huge Asgardian palace before them, and the rest of the city behind them, and Amelia was struggling to take it all in at once, practically spinning around to get a good look at everything. Loki found it rather amusing, but placed a hand on her back with the intent to lead her into the royal house.

"What do you think?" It was Thor who asked in a loud, animated voice ahead of them - he was already marching dutifully towards the beautiful palace of endless spires and towers; it was like nothing Amelia had ever seen before, the fact that the Asgardians had rebuilt their home from the ground up was just astounding. The architecture was certainly alien enough that Amelia felt like she was on a different planet, gawping and gaping at a brand new world.

"...It's gorgeous…" She whispered. When she had pictured Loki and Thor in their original home of Asgard, her mind had never been so creative as to imagine something like this. The entire building shone golden like the sun, and she hardly spoke a word from the moment they arrived, to the moment they entered the throne room.

Amelia's mind was absorbing everything as they walked, from every sun-lit corridor they passed, to the Asgardian people that went about their tasks and paid them little mind except to bow and greet their King and Prince. It had Amelia wondering just how much the Asgardians knew about her and Loki. They must have known Loki was getting married, right? Thor must have told them. But what about the babies? Were they all aware yet?

She wanted to ask, but felt obliged to stay quiet as Thor spoke to a few others - advisors, maybe? Kings had advisors, and important people who helped them make decisions, Amelia knew that much, but everything she wondered about was speculative. She knew nothing of how things went on in the royal family, so it would be informative to get a close up look.

"Fancy seeing you here, your majesty." A dark-skinned woman in silver light armour approached Thor with an expression of amusement. "Actually spending time in the palace."

"Good to see you, Valkyrie," Thor remarked, clearly unruffled by the woman's quip, and the bright smile on his face indicated that he was speaking with a good friend, "I've brought Loki and Amelia here so that plans can be made for their wedding next week."

Valkyrie cast Loki a glance, nodding her head as she acknowledged him, "Your highness," and Loki nodded in return, before she turned her attention to Amelia. "Then you must be Amelia," she stated, letting her eyes roll over Amelia's form, as if sizing her up. It made Amelia slightly self-conscious, and she straightened herself up instinctively.

"Ah, yeah- yes. That's me. Nice to meet you," Amelia responded in a flutter of nerves. The woman before her seemed strong and powerful, exuding confidence and importance, and it made Amelia feel as though she should be endeavouring to do the same.

Valkyrie stared at her for another moment, and then smiled, "It is a pleasure. I have heard things about you," she let the sentence hang in the air mysterious, and refused to elaborate further on it, "I look forward to the wedding."

"Oh, for the drinking that comes after, you mean?" Loki jested, and Amelia expected Valkyrie to respond grumpily, but instead she merely smirked.

"Yes, obviously. The rest is boring." She seemed content that she'd gotten the last word in, and flashed Thor a smirk before making her way elsewhere, leaving them to their business.

"She was interesting." Amelia observed quietly, and Loki huffed a laugh.

"That is an apt description of Valkyrie, yes."

"Run us a bath."

Amelia almost missed Loki's order to the servant who escorted them to their room on the account that she was too busy admiring just how gorgeous said room was.

"Please." Amelia added, giving Loki a stern side-eye.

Loki rolled his eyes and turned his head back to the servant, "Run us a bath, please."

The servant nodded, a flicker of amusement on his face, "Of course, your highness."

Amelia turned her attention back to their wide surroundings as the servant wandered into the connecting room and she took a long moment to observe just how wondrous everything was; everything from the fur pelt rug, to the grand looking four-poster bed and the wooden furniture design was just so fascinating and wholly matched the rest of the aesthetic of the palace.

"What do you think of the room?" Loki asked as he came to stand behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he tucked her head below his chin. Amelia sunk into the subtle embrace, tilting her head to the side so that he could dip down and brush his lips against her shoulder, prompting a sigh to escape her.

"I have no words. It's amazing. You must think the room we have at Avengers Tower is pitiful and bland compared to this," she spoke, her eyes dancing across the beauty in the texture wood that made up the bed frame, and the translucent curtains that hung from the four posts, giving the sleeping space a very cosy look to it.

If there was a lightsource within, it would be a perfect spot to sit and read, but Asgardians didn't use electricity - which was both a shame and hilarious given their king controlled the element - and the last thing she wanted to do was bring a candle in there. The whole thing looked incredibly flammable.

Amelia could feel Loki smirk against her skin, "Our bedroom there is homely enough, especially when you're in it." He murmured softly against her skin, causing her shoulders to rise as she giggled from the tickle of his lips on her neck. She figured his flirtatiousness was a result of his excitement at being back in a setting similar to which he had spent almost his entire life, though she was surprised that he would be so openly affectionate when there was a palace servant essentially steps away in the conjoining bathroom.

Perhaps he trusted the Asgardian servants not to poke fun at him for it, lest they face his terrifying wrath.

They waited for their bath to fill and explored the room in the meantime. Amelia ran her hands across the bed sheets, just to test if they were as soft as they appeared - they were - before she pressed her toes into the wisps of fur rising up from the rug - equally soft - and subsequently headed to the balcony beyond the stained glass doors.

Loki followed her, eager to observe her reactions to everything, as if looking for a modicum of approval in her face as she gazed upon all the echoes of his past. Amelia stared down at the city of Asgard below, beyond the gates of the palace's courtyard entrance, completely and utterly in awe of its beauty. She could see people and horses and carriages, everything that had her thinking of all the fantasy world books she read as a kid, and yet at the same time it was futuristic, in a way that she couldn't entirely explain.

"What are you thinking?"

Amelia looked up, smiling as Loki cuddled her from behind, and shrugged slightly, "Just thinking that the city looks real pretty."

"Hmm." He hummed, "We will be heading down into the city tomorrow. The Asgardian people are excited to meet you."

"What?" Amelia immediately grew flustered, "Meeting them? Like, face to face? Oh, now I'm nervous." She pouted, and Loki snorted, squeezing her ever so slightly.

"Don't be absurd. They're just people."

"Says the man who can't stand talking to humans."

"That's different."

"Oh, is it?" Amelia drawled sarcastically.

"Yes. You feel intimidated by the idea of talking to the Asgardian populace, while I simply find humans endlessly boring to converse with."

"Wow."

Loki pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead, "Apart from you, my love."

"Nice save," Amelia scoffed, and then looked down to her hands fidgeting upon the guard rail, "What if your people don't like me?"

"Our people," Loki corrected, "and of course they'll like you. You have nothing to fear."

Amelia felt her cheeks turn red and was quiet for a few moments, before a question popped into her mind, "Do people know that I'm pregnant?"

"They do," Loki answered, "Thor announced the news last week, along with the proclamation of the upcoming royal wedding."

"And?"

"And the people are excited, Amelia. You will see tomorrow just how much." Loki's tone was almost reprimanding in nature, moreso to the hint of doubt in the tone of Amelia's voice, as though he was telling her off for daring to think she would be anything but loved.

Before Amelia could say anything more, the voice of the servant cut through from behind them.

"Pardon my interruption, your highness," the servant spoke, "but yours and Lady Amelia's bath is ready."

Loki turned and gave the servant a curt nod, "Thank you, you may go." Amelia peered back at the servant and called out a squeaky 'thank you' to let him know his service was appreciated, and the servant smiled and bowed his head.

"It is my pleasure to serve you. Have a good evening."

With that, they were left alone on the balcony, basking in the warmth of the Summer night, and Amelia sunk into Loki's embrace, taking a moment to enjoy the security she felt. After a short while, Loki managed to coax Amelia back through the bedroom and into the bathroom, which revealed a wonderfully large bathing chamber that was more akin to a small pool, in all honesty.

It smelled glorious, and Amelia suspected some kind of scented oil had been poured into the water. Either way, it didn't take much after that for her to shed the floral dress she wore and hop into the tub with Loki on her heels.

They both descended into the warm, soothing water, primed for an evening of relaxation before business would begin the next morning and the preparations for the wedding would be put into action. Amelia's sleepiness was apparent as she favoured leaning heavily against Loki's chest while he poured a jug of water to rinse through her hair - which was so calming and delightful that it did not help to keep her eyes open in the slightest - but after a few moments of inaction, she opened her eyes again to see Loki staring at her.

His eyes were filled with contentment and adoration, and it made Amelia blush. She pressed a kiss to his chest, and then met his lips when he tilted up her chin.

"I love you." He whispered into the kiss, and Amelia's lips stretched into a grin. For what felt like minutes, all Amelia could do was gaze at Loki with all the fondness her body could muster, contemplating how her life had gone from zero to one-hundred in just a couple years, and how exactly she had ended up with the most wonderful man in the universe.

The moment was broken when Loki poured another jug of water over her head, which streamed into her eyes and caught her off guard. She spluttered, rubbing the blurry wetness from her vision, and squealed, "What was that for?"

"You took too long to say you love me back." Loki answered, his expression creased with endless amusement.

"Oh my god. I love you too, you dolt."

Loki's rich laughter filled the air, and Amelia threatened to tickle him for his mischief as she slicked her hair back out of her face.

The sun was shining, there was a pleasant breeze in the air, the sky was blue with white clouds dotted sparingly, and Amelia was clothed in a beautiful, yet simple Asgardian dress; she was amazed at how soft it felt against her skin and continually played with the tassels that hung from it on their trip down to the city.

The horse-drawn carriage was a bumpy ride against the cobblestone roads, but not so much that Amelia couldn't endure it. Besides, there were plenty of sights that caught Amelia's attention and distracted her from the roughness, and Loki was sat right beside her, looking forever handsome in his princely attire.

One wonderful thing about being in Asgard meant that Loki would wear different Asgardian clothing everyday, and Amelia got to leer over his fine ass the whole time - really, she wished he would wear more of his exotic clothes back in Manhattan, but she supposed it would draw all the attention that Loki didn't want.

Today, he was not visibly wearing any armour - no leather at least - it was all colourful, shining fabrics and materials, mostly green and gold of course. Specifically, Amelia really enjoyed how his trousers clung tightly to his legs, and how pretty the golden stitching was around his arms and shoulders, to name a few things. Whether or not Loki noticed her blatant ogling, he did not mention it.

Speaking of gorgeous views - the Norwegian mountains Amelia could spy from several directions were stunning. New Asgard had been built from the ground up in the centre of a large valley surrounded by natural mountainous landscape, the distant peaks were frighteningly high, but Amelia was sure a view from up there would be unforgettable. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite ready to go and climb a mountain - maybe in the future, though.

Either way, the sights were positively sensational, and it all added to the magical feeling of the entire city. Amelia was interested in learning about how Thor had achieved the planning permission necessary to build on Norwegian land, whether they had a sort of deal with the government, and whether Midgardians were allowed to visit the city; so far she was sure she had only seen Asgardians milling around the place, but she wouldn't be surprised to find out that the city had the potential to be some sort of tourist attraction.

The carriage they rode upon was being pulled along by two large Shire horses whose coats were a fine, shining black, and they were surrounded from all sides by palace guards - the Einherjar, Loki had called them - on their own horses. Amelia's feelings of security, however, had nothing to do with the royal guard stationed to follow them, but in fact had everything to do with the way Loki's arm was curved around her shoulders, and had been for the entire trip thus far.

Loki was overly protective of her now, and Amelia didn't mind it one bit. She had expected it from the moment she'd fallen back into the safety of Loki's arms after Eruk had taken her, and she was content to stay by his side, in good, gentle hands.

"You will like the marketplace."

Amelia almost jumped when Loki spoke for the first time since they'd left the palace, which prompted a chuckle from the Asgardian prince; she peered up at him, poking him in the side as a reprimand despite the fact that he hadn't intended to startle her. She'd been too lost in her thoughts thinking about his butt and the pretty mountains, so really it was her fault.

"There will be many people. Some will talk to you, and some will probably just stare. Your task is to simply acknowledge them, converse, be yourself, and they will quickly learn to love you."

Amelia nodded, sucking in a steadying breath. Be yourself, she repeated in her head. But being herself meant being an awkward, nervous wreck. Surely that wasn't what Loki wanted her to be.

Loki lifted her chin and gave her a look that suggested he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"I will be close by at all times, as will the royal guard. If you wish to peruse the market stalls as you mingle with the populace, feel free. You should know, it is not common for a mortal to be in the city, so they will take a lot of interest in you, most likely. Don't let it perturb you, they're just curious. Furthermore, the fact that you are pregnant will make you popular with the women, so expect a lot of excitement from them…" he paused, "and if at any time you feel threatened, or if somebody treats you improperly, alert me or a guard at once, and I will deal with them."

Amelia shivered at the proprietorial tone his words were swathed in, she had no doubt he would deal with anybody that even looked at her the wrong way, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that in the first place. She just wanted to meet the Asgardians and understand their lives and culture a little more intimately.

When they reached the marketplace, they stopped in the large square where there was a beautiful water feature, and Amelia peered across where the collection of stalls were, and where people were already staring their way, becoming distracted from their day to day routines by the visit of a royal.

Loki offered his hand to help her down from the carriage, which she gratefully took, and she forced a wide smile towards the crowd that was beginning to form, even lifting her hand in a tentative wave, which garnered a cheerful response and a few waves in return. The little action bolstered her confidence dramatically, and Amelia felt for the first time that the Asgardian people actually were genuinely excited for the upcoming royal wedding, even if the bride herself wasn't Asgardian like them.

She had been nervous that she would be treated as an outcast of sorts, as though she didn't have a right - as a simple Midgardian commoner - to marry into an affluent, powerful family; some of her worries were still prevalent. Loki had of course reassured her that her concerns were based on outdated rules - that if Odin had still been king, then maybe such problems would hold more weight.

But Thor was king. And when he wasn't putting on the face of a mature and just monarch, he was an overgrown puppy who loved his friends and his brother, and would never stand in the way of her and Loki's love.

Before the end of the day was up, Amelia would no doubt understand just what the Asgardian people thought of her.

"Isn't she just a dear?"

"Lady Amelia and the prince are so sweet together."

"I cannot wait to see her in her wedding gown next week!"

Amelia couldn't help but let her cheeks redden at some of the whispers she heard throughout the crowd as she passed through, greeting people along the way and waving to those further back. She felt incredibly flustered by the attention, and found herself shocked by how naturally it came for Loki to interact with his people, and just how different he was while speaking to Asgardians, as opposed to sharing even a moment of dialogue with a Midgardian he was unacquainted with.

He was in his element, playing his role as a respected prince, and Amelia found herself remembering the few times he had expressed his doubts on whether the Asgardian people actually saw him as a hero - somebody to admire. He needn't have worried. It was clear he was favoured by the citizens of New Asgard. After all, he had aided in their safe evacuation back when their original home had been destroyed.

It was a heartwarming sight, watching Loki actually smile as he spoke to people. It was a subtle smile, sure, but a smile nonetheless.

The whole time Amelia was greeting and speaking to the people of New Asgard, Loki lingered by her side, one hand resting on her waist or the small of her back at all times, but when they proceeded to explore the square, Loki hung back slightly, remaining nearby but not quite glued to her side. She was never more than three steps away from a royal guard, however.

Amelia routinely looked back over her shoulder to locate Loki, finding that if she thought she was straying a little too far from him, her pulse would quicken and she would feel a little short of breath. She chalked it up to the nerves of being around so many new people and having so much attention on her.

The market stalls were bright and full of interesting items for purchase. She spotted the food stalls - a bakery, a bustling fishery, a butcher, a produce shop - and a little further down were stores selling clothing, fabrics, accessories and other material items. Her legs carried her towards the jewellery stall after the dazzling, shiny bangles and necklaces caught her eye.

"Aha, I see even the Midgardian ladies cannot resist passing by the pretty trinkets when they see them!" The man running the stall jokingly remarked with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Amelia flushed at the comment, letting out an embarrassed giggle, "They're beautiful pieces. Do you make them yourself?"

The vendor shook his head, "It is my wife who makes them, I just sell them. She is the crafting genius!" He spoke with such enthusiasm that it brought a natural grin to Amelia's face, "Please, have a good perusal! She would be very happy to learn that the Prince's bride was interested in her creations."

Amelia did just that, but not before casting a glance over her shoulder to check and see if Loki had moved, or was still intermingling with people in the market. He was actually across the street behind her, speaking with one of the royal guardsmen who was looking in her direction, Loki himself seemed to be looking anywhere but her. Strange. She sensed a little underlying mischief, but didn't dwell too much on it.

The pieces of jewellery that drew her eye most were the colourful gemstones embedded in bracelets, or the larger ones within the centerpieces of the necklaces. They were just wonderfully enticing to look at, and Amelia could draw a distinct difference between this Asgardian-made regalia and human-made trinkets. The intricacies of the designs were much less plentiful than a lot of the really flashy jewellery Amelia had seen in her lifetime, in a way that seemed more pleasing and meaningful. Nothing was too over-the-top, and everything was unique, because it was hand-made.

"This one is gorgeous." Amelia motioned to a silver chain bangle that was interwoven with precious yellow stones, it looked like a charm bracelet and was certainly well-made with the utmost care. Delicate as it looked, there was so much simple elegance in the piece, and Amelia couldn't help but envision the beautiful jewellery hanging from around her wrist.

"Ah, the silver and topaz bracelet, she is a fine beauty indeed." The vendor remarked.

It was a damn pity she didn't have any Asgardian currency, but she so desperately wanted to support the man and his wife in their business.

"Could you perhaps hold it for me for a few days? I would like to buy it, but I don't have any money on me," Amelia admittedly sheepishly, "but I'll definitely come back!"

"But of course! My wife will be delighted!" He seemed more than happy to save it for her, plucking it off the stand and wrapping it up safely, "I shall place it in the lockbox until you return."

"That's wonderful," Amelia smiled, "thank you so much!"

She couldn't wait to have the shining bangle on her wrist - something about the idea of wearing a little piece of Asgard on her body was very appealing, and something told her that while the bracelet looked incredibly delicate, it was made with artistry and care that imbued it with sturdiness - it would surely last a long time. If there was one thing Amelia admired very much, it was the integrity of the craftsmanship behind all those little intricate pieces.

Plus, Loki would probably think she looked super pretty wearing it, and that was the best thing about it.

Amelia wandered away from the stall with a giddiness to her step. Interacting with the Asgardians was shaping out to be a much less intimidating experience than she had expected, they were all so friendly and respectful, and they all just looked so happy and enthusiastic that she couldn't help but mimic it.

She was about to turn her head and pinpoint Loki's whereabouts again when a hand settled on her shoulder and caused her to jump.

"It's okay. It's just me," Loki's voice sounded from behind her, and Amelia felt herself blush from having startled so visibly, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Amelia nodded her head and slipped closer to his side, "Yes. It's lovely here, but I'm getting a little hungry." Her stomach had rumbled a few times since she'd been walking around - no doubt those pregnancy side effects were kicking in again.

"We will eat when we return to the palace soon, but until then… shall we visit the bakery?" Loki tilted his head in the direction where the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries was wafting from.

"Do you even have to ask?"

Amelia surveyed her body in the full length mirror that was positioned beside the bed; she and Loki had just gotten out the bath, he was still drying off in the bathing chamber while Amelia had wandered away and sneakily slipped on Loki's silk dressing gown. It was a thin, dark green material and hung prettily off the curves of her body, but dragged at her feet.

The robe hung open, showing off her pale skin, teasing with the sight of the gap between her breasts, and the slight swell of her belly. She was eleven weeks pregnant now, according to Doctor Banner who had organised an ultrasound shortly after their trip into space, which meant there was only twenty-nine weeks left of the pregnancy. Something told Amelia it would mostly fly by, and then the last couple weeks would be the longest of her life.

Loki had been so attentive, more so than ever before, and Amelia drank in the attention like it was a pitcher of ice cold water on a sweltering hot day. She loved it. The best part about falling asleep at night was the feeling of Loki's hand resting at her stomach. It filled her with endless excitement about what was to come - just the thought of being a mother to two beautiful babies that she and Loki had created together was enough to make her hysterically giddy.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked amusedly as he left the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips, "You've stolen my robe?"

"I think it looks good on me." Amelia pointed out as she turned, smoothing her hands down over her breasts in a fluid glide. It was quite obvious she was putting on a bit of a show, and Loki was never one to resist.

"Mmm," Loki hummed as he stepped closer, his hands slipped below the fabric and across her skin as he gently pulled the silk aside. His eyes drifted across her body and he licked his lips subtly, "you most certainly do look ravishing, darling."

Amelia grinned, tilting her head up, awaiting a kiss.

"And as much as I'd like to bathe you again in pleasure," his eyes were lidded and there was a smile in his voice, "the hour is late and you are tired."

Amelia let out a quiet groan and protested, "I'm not that tired."

"You fell asleep on me in the bathtub."

"Hey," Amelia objected with a pout on her lips, "the water was warm and the lavender oil made me sleepy, that wasn't my fault."

Loki gave a throaty chuckle, "We can have some fun in the morning. We'll have time before arrangements need to be made for your dress."

The change in topic sent a buzz of excitement through Amelia, and she perked up again, "I'm going to be beautiful!" She exclaimed, her imagination immediately cooking up the image of herself in a flowing gown with a shine in her eyes.

"You're already beautiful," Loki corrected, "the dress will just accentuate that."

Amelia prodded him in the rib, her lips pulling into a smirk when he caught her hand and squeezed it by way of a warning. He was ticklish. "I'm still waiting for a kiss, you know."

"Hmm," Loki sighed overdramatically, "I suppose if the lady demands it." By the time his mouth was pressed firmly against Amelia's, he was smiling and nipping at her lips playfully, and Amelia was sinking contentedly against him, placated by the contact.

She let out a squeak when he lifted her without warning and dropped her safely on the bed, crawling over her to pepper more kisses across her bare skin.

But Loki's words triggered a thought in Amelia's mind.

"Loki…" Amelia began, the tentative tone of her voice giving her soon-to-be husband a pause, "Do people… have to call me 'lady Amelia'?" Her question prompted a weird look from Loki, and Amelia sheepishly smiled, "I mean, it's just that… It makes me kind of uncomfortable…"

Loki quirked an eyebrow up, pushing himself up on his elbows to pin her with a curious look, "Makes you uncomfortable?"

"It just makes me feel awkward, is all."

"Hm. It's just a sign of respect. As my fiancée, you are deserving of a title."

Amelia let out a sigh. She couldn't explain it well, but being referred to as such just simply left her feeling a little abashed. Perhaps it was the fact that she didn't exactly do anything to earn the title, apart from accepting their prince's proposal, and for that reason, she felt more undeserving of the title.

"Acquaint yourself with the feeling. After Wednesday, you will be referred to as Princess Amelia." Loki casually informed, and it took several moments for his words to sink in.

"Wait. What? Princess!?" Amelia tried to sit up, but Loki had a firm hold on her, and reclined by her side, nuzzling against her neck.

"Well of course, darling. You're marrying a prince, what did you expect?" Loki chuckled, his words heavy and dripping with amusement.

"I- I didn't… I didn't know that!" Amelia squeaked, before covering her mouth with her hand as she processed the shock of it all, "Me? A princess? That's… crazy."

Loki's lips formed a faux pout, "Oh dear. Does this mean you rescind your acceptance of the proposal? Is the wedding off?" He joked, knowing full well that was the last thing that would ever happen.

"Ugh! Don't be absurd. I wish you'd just told me, is all. I could've friggin prepared myself for it!" Amelia grumbled, aiming to poke at Loki's exposed ribs again, but he was quick on the draw this time and caught her wrist before she could come close.

"Now, now, Amelia. Don't grouse. It's unbecoming of a princess."

Oh, he was just teasing now. She was laying there tremendously flustered and he was teasing her like the mischievous little thing he was. Just like always.

Amelia shifted in Loki's arms till her front was pressed flush against his chest, and let her arms creep around him as she deceitfully nuzzled her nose against his collarbone, luring him into a false sense of security. Loki was unfortunately not falling for it, he kept one suspicious eye peeled on his lover as she danced two fingers down his back - it seemed he was dubious over another potential attempt to tickle, but that wasn't what Amelia had planned.

Her hand slipped below the towel around his hips, and before Loki could catch on, she gave his lovely butt a hard pinch.

"Ow!" Loki exclaimed as Amelia let out a slew of giggles.

"That's what you get for teasing me!"

"Teasing begets a sore bottom?" Loki began to laugh along, "I'll remember that next time you seem intent on teasing me. Tch, to think I was going to present you with a gift before bed."

Amelia visibly perked up, "A gift?" Her eyes seemed to grow larger as she put on an overly innocent act, tilting her head and pouting her lips, "What gift?"

"I'm not so sure you deserve it now."

Amelia gave a theatrical whine and snuggled further into Loki's side, pressing her pouty lips to his skin, "Pleeeeeease? Babe, please."

Loki chuckled and then let out a soft sigh, his hand coming up to draw through Amelia's messy hair dotingly, "Mm. Very well, since you asked so nicely. You are forgiven." He rolled over and opened up the drawer beside the bed to retrieve Amelia's supposed gift.

That was easy, Amelia thought. Usually it took a lot longer to persuade Loki, even when he was joking around. He must have really wanted to give her the gift.

Loki returned with a small item wrapped in cloth and tied with string. Amelia sat up slightly and curiously took it, giving Loki a skeptical glance before pulling at the thread and unfolding the fabric.

She recognised it immediately as the bracelet she had been ogling in the marketplace earlier that day. The beautiful silver chain with the topaz stones weaved in.

"Loki!" She gasped, turning it over to examine it enthusiastically and admire its beauty, "You were totally spying on me earlier!" It was the first thought that popped to mind, but the more she dwelled on it, the more obvious it had seemed. He'd been standing relatively close by at all times, and if Amelia remembered correctly, he had enhanced hearing thanks to his big ol' ears. "Stalker!"

"You're welcome." Loki stated in a drawling voice, though it was very much a jest.

Amelia bit her lip to hide a grin, "I love it. Thank you, Loki," she would have told him that he did not need to keep buying her gifts to make her happy, but she knew Loki would disregard that notion and continue to shower her with presents, "you're a sweetheart. Even when you stalk me."

"Hush," Loki murmured softly, "you know I like to keep a watchful eye on you." Almost subconsciously, his hand moved to rest on her stomach, and Amelia understood his feelings at once.

"I know, love." She knew he had grown more possessive ever since the incident. It was easy for him to be filled with distrust at the sight of a stranger stepping anywhere close to her, more so in Manhattan that in New Asgard. It made it difficult to leave the Tower without practically being plastered to Loki's side.

Amelia didn't really mind it. She valued the protection, and the extra steps Loki took to keep her and their unborn children safe from harm. There would probably come a time where she grew a little frustrated with it, but that time was not now.

"When did you even get the time to buy this? You were with me the whole time once I left that stall." Amelia enquired curiously.

"I sent my guard to purchase it while I distracted you with baked goods from the confectionary stall."

"Agh! I should've known." Amelia sealed the bracelet around her wrist and admired it as it shone in the faint light of the room - she would definitely be wearing it on the day of their wedding.

She let out a yawn, and Loki announced again that it was late, and that they should be settling down to sleep. Amelia finally agreed, setting her new bracelet safely aside, and relaxed below the covers of the bed, cuddled up to Loki as they prepared to sleep.

Amelia was quiet for about ten minutes, before yet another question popped into her head. "Loki? Why weren't there any children in the city? I didn't see any…"

Loki let out a quiet sigh, perhaps due to the fact that Amelia had asked him a million questions that day - naturally - but he dutifully went on to answer, as he had answered them all. If Amelia was to be a good princess to the people, she needed to actually know things about Asgard - not that she would be playing a huge role in the progression of Asgard as a kingdom.

"There are children in the city, just not very many. There are even fewer infants. The reason for this is that the birthrate in Asgard is low - much, much lower than the rest of Midgard, because of the way we age. We live naturally for thousands of years, so if we birthed children at the same rate as humans, we would be overpopulated very quickly, and that could become a problem." Loki paused to inspect Amelia's face, "Humans are much more prone to pregnancy than Asgardians, clearly. Even with birth control." He let out a laugh as Amelia rolled her eyes.

"We'll have to use better contraceptives once the babies are born… to stop me from getting pregnant again. I don't want to birth a whole army of babies over the next two hundred or so years."

"Mmm. I suppose you're right. That sounds like a lot of parenting work. Two is enough." Loki surmised mirthfully.

"Two is certainly enough for now…"

It made a lot more sense now - why many of the Asgardian women she had met that day seemed overly interested in anything to do with her pregnancy and the babies to come. They truly were excited, their maternal instincts to nurture kicking in. Amelia would be lying if she said she wasn't spectacularly excited to be the mother of two precious little children, and the more excitement she saw around her, the more it fuelled her own.

Amelia swiftly fell asleep not long after their little conversation, drifting away as the lingering scent of lavender, and the warmth of Loki's hold carried her into slumber.

"It will only be for a few hours, Amelia. Do not fret." Loki's voice was gentle and encouraging, but Amelia's pulsing heartbeat was loud in her ears, causing waves of discomfiting anxiety to ripple through her body, drowning out the sound of her lover's coaxing.

She was supposed to be escorted by two guards to Inga's sister, Signy, who happened to be a talented seamstress, so that preparations could be made to create Amelia's wedding dress, but one vital thought hadn't occurred to Amelia until several minutes prior. She and Loki would have to be apart for this - the prince wasn't allowed to see his bride's dress until the ceremony itself began, which meant Loki would be in an entirely different room in the palace.

"You are safe in the palace. This is the safest place for you, I promise," Loki tried again, rubbing a hand over Amelia's forearm as she clutched his hand ever so tightly.

Amelia was not prepared to be apart from Loki. They hadn't been apart since Eruk had taken her, not even for a moment. She felt like crying, and she was aware of how pathetic it seemed, but the underlying fear that she would fall again into danger was just too sizeable, no matter how many times Loki tried to convince her otherwise.

"You will be with Signy for a few hours, the guards will be present in the room. I have the utmost faith in them to look after you," Loki pulled Amelia closer, pressing her head to his chest in comfort, "and once Signy is done preparing the design for your dress, you will be escorted back to me and we will have lunch together, alright?"

Amelia did not let him go. "You didn't take your eye off me yesterday…" she murmured quietly, not wanting the guards to hear her pitiful protests. It was true, though, Loki may have trailed behind her, but she was constantly in his sights back in the market.

"That was different. We were out in the open. But here, we are heavily fortified, and we are careful about who we let into the palace," he tilted her head back so that she could see the honesty in his eyes, "you are not in danger while you are within these walls."

Amelia took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. It was obvious the traumatic events of her kidnapping were still deeply affecting her, and having spent three weeks plastered to Loki's side, it was unlikely her fears would taper off any time soon - unless she forced herself to be apart from him. She didn't want to, not in the slightest, but she trusted Loki's word, and if he believed she was safe inside the palace with two guards watching her back, then she was.

Loki did not take Amelia's safety lightly, he was one-hundred percent committed to ensuring her well-being.

"O-okay… alright." Amelia nodded her head and loosened her grip, and Loki pressed a kiss to her forehead, bidding her goodbye with a brush of his thumb against her cheek.

"You will enjoy yourself," Loki told her, "and I will see you soon."

Trying to ignore the bubbling nervousness in the pit of her stomach, Amelia let out a quiet sigh and tentatively turned to follow the two guards who were waiting to escort her.

"This way, my lady." One of them spoke, and as she followed along between them, she repeatedly glanced back over her shoulder, searching Loki's face for any sign of apprehension.

He did not show it, but Amelia wondered if he secretly was anxious about leaving her for a few hours - usually it would be relatively clear in his expression, but whilst in the palace, outside the privacy of their room, Loki behaved like the cool and unflinching prince he was raised to be. Amelia supposed he had to show utter confidence and sureness, because if he were to show hesitance, it would inspire doubts in his subjects.

Amelia knew there had to be some part of him that was uneasy to see her walk away - especially with how possessive he had been for the past three weeks - but she found it rather amusing that she was more openly freaked out at the thought of parting with him for just a few hours when she had originally imagined that Loki would be the one to keep an iron grip on her.

She felt rather pathetic that she had shown so much fear over something so trivial. Was it something that the populace of New Asgard would hold against her? Would they think her too weak to be their new princess? Amelia's doubts were bottomless. She wondered if she perhaps should try to be more composed like Loki, and lock her emotions in while she was in the presence of any Asgardians in order to come off as more… in control?

Another few moments of pondering that had her throwing the whole idea out the window. Control her emotions? As if. She was pregnant. She wasn't supposed to be in control of her damn emotions. She needed her mind to just shut the hell up so she could enjoy the creation of her wedding dress like Loki had suggested.

It was incredible to see Signy almost fully recovered after just three weeks, but Amelia supposed that it was owed to her Asgardian blood and their advanced healing. They had become acquainted on the trip home, but Signy had been frail, and about one gentle breeze away from keeling over, so they'd kept the conversations brief and concise so as not to exhaust each other.

But seeing Signy revitalised, colour in her cheeks, her hair silky and her eyes full of life - it was wonderful, and it made Amelia want to sit down and have a lengthy chat about everything. Amelia wanted to know all about her and how she was finding it being back with her people; she wanted to ask her questions about Inga, about her childhood, the kingdom, anything that flitted into her mind, but Signy was well and truly insistent on preparing to sew the most beautiful dress Asgard had ever known.

The first thing Amelia clearly understood about Signy was that she was determined.

"You, my lady, are going to be the most beautiful bride this kingdom has ever seen!" Signy confidently announced, whizzing around her baskets of fabrics and sparkly materials, searching for a base cloth that would make up the body of the dress.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that-"

"Hush, my dear!" Signy cut Amelia off at once, her mouth forming a huge grin, and she wagged her elegant finger, "No uncertainty, only conviction! Now, tell me, what colours do you envision yourself wearing on the day of your marriage?"

Signy was quite different from her sister, who was more quiet and collected, as opposed to the raw enthusiasm Signy was emitting. It brought a smile to Amelia's face and settled her nerves a little, and then she blinked confusedly, "Colours? You mean I won't be wearing white?"

"Oh, Valhalla, no! White is too bland for a wedding dress! Colour is tasteful and refined and perfect-" she cut herself off quickly, "ah, unless you truly desire to wear white, that is. I'm sure I could work my talents around that."

Amelia let out an anxious chuckle, "Hey, honestly, I'm pretty clueless here. White is traditionally worn by the bride in many cultures here on Earth, but if Asgardian brides wear dresses that are full of colour, then that is what I want. I just… want to look good for all the Asgardians, you know?"

"My dear," Signy uttered gently, stepping right up to her to take her gently by the shoulders, "your wedding day belongs to you and the prince, and you will look good for you. So I ask again, which colour is to your tastes?"

She spoke so forthright and kindly, and Amelia bit her lip as a cloud of emotion fogged up in her mind. But the thought of disregarding what any of the Asgardians might want sent a stab of anxiety through her again; she peered back over her shoulder where the two guards were stood either side of the door, poised and strictly impassive, as if she was afraid somebody would burst in and try to kidnap her again.

"I know the thoughts that still trouble you, my lady," Signy stated, taking Amelia's hands in her own, "trust me, I know better than anybody. You are uneasy, I can tell, and I know why." Signy's eyes were so open and clear, showing nothing but the need to connect and soothe.

Amelia bit the inside of her lip lightly, "I'm just… I don't want to say or do the wrong thing," a nervous smile reached her lips, "I don't want to make a bad impression."

"Because you are afraid that if you are disliked, somebody will try to hurt you again," Signy guessed - it wasn't exactly a shot in the dark, it was more like pinning the tail on the donkey, without a blindfold. It was glaringly obvious in Signy's eyes just what ailed Amelia, because she had gone through the same thing, "ever since I've come home from that awful place, I've been… timid. I feel like danger is around every corner, and that I have to be so careful. I don't leave the palace without company. I know how you feel, my lady, and it's normal to feel that way."

Amelia breathed a quiet sigh, "I feel pathetic. I used to be way braver, I swear."

To this, Signy smiled, "You are brave. Inga told me everything that happened - how you broke free from your cell and traversed the entire ship in search of Prince Loki," she let out a soft titter, "and how you fought Eruk - and won. You're braver than you think, my lady, you are far from pathetic. Worry not, your boldness will return."

Signy was a beautiful, kind soul. Amelia abhorred the fact that she had ever been locked up in that horrible place to begin with; her words made Amelia feel better, and reminded her that she wasn't alone in the trauma of her experience. If she ever needed to talk to anybody about it, she was sure Signy would be the best listener.

"Thank you, Signy," Amelia whispered, and before any tears could escape her eyes, she blinked them back and drew in a breath, "right, I think I have a good idea of what I want my dress to look like, but I'm open to your ideas - you're the expert after all!"

With a rejuvenated spirit, Amelia and Signy jumped right into it with the intent to create a unique and beautiful dress for the dazzling royal wedding.

The big day arrived in a flash.

It wasn't long before Amelia would appear and walk the length of the throne room to join Loki before the steps that led up to the King's throne. He waited patiently, outwardly composed, but on the inside it was as if every organ in his body was trembling, the significance of the day pushing his nerves into overdrive and causing butterflies to flutter within his stomach.

He and Amelia had been apart the whole morning. Apart for the second time since they had returned to Earth. But it was traditional - the two of them prepared and dressed in their nuptial attire with the help of the servants and maids, in two different rooms of the palace, for they were not allowed to see each other in their ceremonial wear until they met at the base of the throne, so that Thor could wed them under the eyes of the King of Asgard.

It wasn't just the fact that it was their wedding day that had Loki all flustered - there was that underlying anxiety that he hadn't been able to shake. He had full faith in the guards abilities to keep the palace completely safe, and he completely believed there was no way any hostile soul could break into the palace and bring Amelia any harm, and yet - he was worried. Just knowing she was out of sight was enough to send his imagination spiralling.

Unless he had eyes on her, he couldn't say for sure whether she was perfectly fine.

Amelia herself had still been reluctant to part with him, but knew that they couldn't get dressed for the wedding in the same room, so she had mustered her courage and walked away from him yet again.

Loki wondered when the fear would wear off. Whether it would ever wear off. With the knowledge that Amelia was pregnant, along came this compelling, intense urge to look over her every second of the day, just to make sure she was okay. It wasn't just about potential villains looking to hurt her. Accidents could happen and Loki didn't want to take any chances.

Which was why it was so difficult standing stationary in front of Thor, in a room full of people anxiously awaiting the bride's entrance, with no real-time intel on Amelia's position and wellbeing.

"Nervous, brother?" Thor chuckled beside him, patiently standing before the entire court and the invitees of the grand event. He too was dressed in regal clothes, a befitting red cape rolling off his shoulders, and his silver winged helm upon his head.

Instead of scoffing with a roll of his eyes, Loki frowned and side-eyed his brother, "Is it so obvious?" He would hate for any of the court, or the other Avengers present in the crowd, to see him shaking with apprehension.

"No," Thor responded with a knowing smile, "I just know you well enough that I can see it."

"Great." Loki deadpanned. As much as he wanted Amelia to hurry up and enter the room, he wanted her to be ready - both physically and emotionally - before she walked through the parted crowd towards him. She had been buzzing with anxious energy that morning before they'd parted ways, walking around in circles in their room before the guards had escorted her to Signy's workshop, and Loki could only assume her lateness was a result of her wobbly legs.

"How much longer will I have to wait?" Loki quietly asked, a sort of desperate, rhetorical question to the Gods, but Thor smiled amusedly and answered him anyway.

"Turn around, Loki."

Loki did so, and as he laid his eyes on the burst of colour that was waiting by the entrance, he felt himself draw in a sharp breath. That burst of colour was Amelia, sickeningly bright and vibrant in her gown, and Loki performed a double take, drinking in the unforgettable sight, and his jaw hung open stupidly.

The musicians in the corner of the hall began to play their piece, a soft and touching melody that flowed in time with Amelia as she walked carefully up the aisle, her steps tentative but full of excitement.

Her dress was stunning. Signy had really gone the extra mile.

It was sleeveless and lacy all around the torso, and below the waist it was layered and perfectly measured to make it look as though she was wading through fluffy clouds. The colour was a gradient of a darker, regal purple that flowed gracefully into a lighter violet, and the upper half of the dress was elegantly embroidered with golden thread, revealing small patterns of flowers weaving across the fabric.

Signy and the maids had somehow managed to tame Amelia's unruly hair by tucking it into her golden tiara, which was interwoven with white orchids, the petals of which were dotted purple - Loki recalled that the significance of such flowers represented beauty. It was more than appropriate for Amelia. Loki's breath had been taken away.

Stark walked alongside her down the aisle in his formal tuxedo, his arm linked with Amelia's. Amelia had explained that it was traditional for the bride's father to walk them down the aisle in Midgardian cultures - it wasn't a present tradition in Asgardian customs, but it had seemed to be something that meant a lot to Amelia. Even if her father was still alive, she wouldn't have asked him for the honour in a million years, so she posed it to Tony instead.

Needless to say, the man had been more than enthusiastic to accept Amelia's proposal in giving her away. Tony had done a lot for Amelia over the time he had known her, and for that Loki was incredibly grateful - Amelia had even said that Tony had been more of a father figure to her in the eighteen-or-so months since they had first been acquainted than her biological father had been in thirty years.

Amelia's face was a mix of overwhelming emotions. Her nerves were bubbling out all over the place, but there was a touch of wonder and admiration in her gaze as she looked upon him, and it brought a genuine, warm smile to his face.

His own regalia was well fitted to his body - a mix of linens and leather that bore the embroidered insignia in the form of his horned helmet - which was also sitting proudly on his head. His cape hung off his shoulders, green on the outside and gold on the inside. Amelia's stare flitted to his hair, smooth and silky with a few braids framing his face, she always did say she absolutely loved when he put braids in his hair.

She stepped up to his side, their eyes locked as they both grew somewhat flustered. Amelia was beautiful, and Loki couldn't think about anything else at that moment - she was just… prepossessing. Beguiling, exquisite, divine. Loki could list off many, many names in his head but none of them would ever be worthy enough of describing just how gorgeous she was.

Her bouquet, Loki noticed, was a mix of golden daffodils and dark red carnations with purple ribbons wrapped around and hanging from the bottom of the sprig. Daffodils denoted eternal prosperity, while carnations - Amelia's favourite flower - were indicative of love and affection. It was clear she had specifically chosen the flowers herself, Loki knew it for certain.

She handed the bouquet to Stark for safekeeping as he joined the front row of onlookers, and turned back to Loki. He offered his hands and she took them, squeezing them firmly in greeting, like she was a bit too anxious to say anything just yet.

"You are beautiful." Loki quietly told her, and Amelia sunk in on herself bashfully and tried to hide her grin.

"So are you." Her voice was the quietest squeak, endlessly adorable.

His thumb brushed over the gold emerald ring he had proposed to her with, and then his eyes went to the silver topaz bracelet hanging from her wrist. Seeing her adorned with the jewellery he had gifted her only made her visage all the more satisfying to gaze upon.

Thor cleared his throat, an indication that he was about to begin.

"We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Prince Loki and Lady Amelia in marriage," Thor began, his voice booming enough to reach the very ends of the throne room, "they entered this room as individuals, but will leave as husband and wife under the blessing of the King of Asgard, and will embark on a great story that has yet to be written - their lives as they grow together and expand into a beautiful family…"

Amelia hung off of Thor's every word with a bright smile on her face, clearly very grateful and fond of the kind words the King bestowed. Loki probably should've been paying attention, but his eyes were plastered to his bride, lingering on the rosiness of her cheeks and the endearing shine in her eyes. Her happiness was radiating off her in waves, and Loki felt very much the same way.

She had never looked so beautiful - and it had nothing to do with the gorgeous dress she was clothed in. Her spirit was shining brightly, bathing her in an enchanting light; if Loki wasn't careful he could probably drown blissfully in it.

"-and now, we shall all listen while the bride and groom recite their vows." Thor concluded, and his eyes flickered towards Loki.

Loki smiled again when Amelia turned her full attention to him, gazing up at him with boundless adoration and devotion. He took a moment to take a breath, and then spoke the words he had personally picked out.

"Amelia. I want you to know, first and foremost, that it is an honour to take you as my wife." The way Amelia's grin grew was simply delightful, "Know that I will always strive to bring out the best in you, as you have brought out the best in me. I feel that everything in my life has led me to you - to this moment - every choice, every regret… especially my regrets," he paused, chewing the inside of his lip briefly as he thought of Amelia's brother, but he quickly pulled himself out of it. Now was not the time to doubt how worthy he was of becoming Amelia's husband, "I feel that before I met you, almost every choice I made was the wrong choice, that every decision I made only dug me into a despairing hole, deeper and deeper. But… as I look back on every decision, I feel that in a way, every sorrow I've felt has been worth it… because if I had done even one thing differently, I might never have met you."

His voice quietened on the last sentence as he worked to keep any sign of a tremble out of his words; he wanted to say them with confidence and surety, but the emotions that clouded his vows caused his throat to tighten. As long as Amelia heard him, that was what mattered.

Amelia's eyes were wet, and she was blinking sporadically to keep the tears from falling. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and it wasn't until Thor prompted her that she realised it was her turn to say her vows.

"I prom-" she cut herself off as quickly as she began, and took a steadying breath, before meeting Loki's gaze determinedly, "I promise to be there for you through all the ups and downs our lives may offer, and that whatever struggles we may face, we will face them together." There were only slight tremors in her voice as she spoke, and Loki squeezed her hands to encourage her. "I know… things have always been a bit unpredictable for us, and that we don't exactly have the simplest of lives," her lips curled in a small smile, we in turn brought a smile to Loki's face.

"But that is not strictly a bad thing, "Amelia continued, "because when I'm with you, it's never a dull moment… Loki, while I'm often unsure about most things in my life, I am certain that I love you, and will continue to love you forever. And I promise to remember that while neither one of us may be perfect, I will remind myself of the ways in which we are perfect for each other."

Loki quickly became aware that he was holding his breath and trying not to become weepy as Amelia had - not in front of the entire court and nobles of Asgard, not in front of his brother or the other Avengers, and most certainly not in front of Clint Barton. He would not cry now. Perhaps later, in private when it was just him and Amelia, only then would he let the tears flow freely while telling her over and over how much he loved her.

"Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, do you promise to pledge your loyalty, love and trust to Lady Amelia for all the days to follow?" Thor asked, and Loki slowly released his breath.

"I do." He stated. It was a promise he would always keep.

"Lady Amelia, daughter of Alaina, do you promise to pledge your loyalty, love and trust to Prince Loki for all the days to follow?"

"I do."

Loki could see Thor's huge grin in the corner of his eye, but he only had eyes for Amelia, whose face was a twitchy mess of happiness and overflowing emotions. One tear slipped down her face, but that was all.

"In the name of the gods and goddesses, and of all the kings and queens that came before me, may this coupling be blessed. You will seal this marriage with a kiss, and become husband and wife."

And so, Loki kissed her. The moment their lips touched, the crowds were cheering and the music started up again, and Amelia was immediately flustered. It was a soft and extended, chaste kiss that only lasted for a few seconds - Loki was not one for showing affection with an audience and Amelia was well aware of that. When they pulled away, Loki thumbed away the tear that had rolled down Amelia's cheek, and matched her glowing smile with his own.

He was looking at his wife.

Together, they walked out onto the high balcony that overlooked the courtyard, and Amelia was shocked by the screaming excitement that erupted - almost the entirety of Asgard's population was gathered below, the crowds reaching all the way out into the city, and Amelia - Princess Amelia - dumbly waved to the excited horde, which grew only further exhilarated at the gesture.

The whole time, Loki couldn't take his gaze away from her.

That afternoon, before the banquet feast was due to begin, Loki took his wife's hand and urged her into the centre of the throne room, as the way had been cleared just for them, "Come on, Amelia. Let's dance. This is what we've practised for."

Amelia silently sputtered a quiet protest, "But! There's people! Loads of people! What if I fall over? I can't dance in this dress!"

"Don't worry," Loki alleviated her fears with a soft tone, "I would never let you fall."

Notes: A few things to note.

Obviously, this is not the end of Loki and Amelia. We have the pregnancy/baby fic coming up next, which will have shorter chapters, but hopefully there will be a lot more of them. With this in mind, I am HOPING that I will be able to post chapters a lot quicker than with this fic. I'm talking like 1 - 2 weeks wait per chapter. I just have to try and not get carried away with how much I write. I'll probably set limits for word counts on chapters. Like maybe 2000 words at most for each lil chapter, GOD knows if I'll actually stick to that, but hey that's the plan.

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I'll be taking a little break between now and when I post the next chapter. In two weeks I'll be going to Amsterdam for a few days, and then I expect I'll post the first chapter when I arrive home :)

I just want to say how much I enjoy writing the misadventures of Loki and Amelia, and I appreciate all the support and feedback I have gotten from everybody who has read, added to favourites, subscribed, commented or shared this series. I also want to thank everyone who gave me support during the tough times I have been going through - I can't tell you how much I appreciate all your kind words. You all ROCK!

Lastly, if anyone still has any ideas for things they would like to see happen between Amelia and Loki throughout the pregnancy and after the birth of their children, I AM HAPPY TO INCORPORATE IT INTO THE NEXT FIC! Seriously, don't feel like you're bothering me by suggesting anything, I'm all ears. Throw your ideas at me, darlings!

I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment and let me know what you liked about this last chapter. Thank you everybody!