I'll die before I lose you again

Loki and Angel's wedding day

Important note to all readers. Just about the whole wedding part of this chapter was written by RoseyPoseyPie. So be sure you direct your praises to them for the unbelievable job they did at writing it.

For several days Loki looked for Amora around the school. He found the spot where she had broken through the barrier spells that protected the school, and he patched it. But for all his searching he never found her. No one else seemed to see her either. Fenrir offered to help his father by looking for scents that don't belong on Midgard, but Loki refused. He wasn't about to use his own son like a hunting dog. Angel had suggested that Amora did what she wanted and left the same day, but Loki told her that even if that was true Amora getting what she wants is never good for anyone. Jörmungandr helped with the searches but only by searching the forest. Loki was determined to find Amora and learn just what she wanted at Hogwarts. He was sure the safety of his family hung on the answer to that question.


Angel let out a sigh. Harry was at Hogsmeade with the rest of the students so she couldn't spend time with him, Loki was too busy hunting for Amora to spend much time with her, Jörmungandr was keeping to the lake so that no one could really say anything that would force him to leave, and Eisa had gone to spend time with Fred. So Angel was left by herself. Meaning she was bored as all hell. Angel wondered what everyone else was up to. They hadn't heard much from Tony and the others about the traveler that she and Loki knew had to be Amora and Skurge. They weren't telling Thor. They knew how he would react to her being on Midgard. Steve and Natasha were somewhere around the school, still taking everything in, only now they were also keeping an eye out for the two Asgardians. Angel thought about speaking with one of the teachers but she couldn't decide which one to talk to. Snape was out of the question since she hated him and still hadn't forgiven his treatment of her son. Hagrid was busy preparing for his next class so he was out of the question as she didn't want to ruin his first year as a teacher.

"Maybe I should go shopping in Hogsmeade. It's been a long time since I really went shopping on my own," Angel then sighed. "But if I leave and Loki comes back he's going to wonder where I am and possibly freak out since he made it so very clear he didn't want Harry going too far from him so that Amora wouldn't get at him. It took me an hour and a threat to get him to let him go," Angel wandered around the room, picking up Harry and Loki's books and setting them on the desk. "I swear when it comes to magic and lessons those two can be such slobs," She loved her family dearly, but she wished those two would clean up after themselves a little. "I'm a wife, mother, and apparently a maid. All the things a woman becomes in time," She mused.

The door to the room opened and Angel turned. "Oh, hello there Neville, I thought you went with everyone to Hogsmeade," Angel was very fond of Neville. He just seemed so cute with how shy he is.

"I'm s-sorry to bother you Princess Angel. I just" He held out a book to her,

"Oh you're finished with the book Harry let you borrow?" Angel took the book from him and looked over the cover. Herbology, it was an advanced level from what she could see. "I didn't think you would be finished so quickly. Did you enjoy it?"

Neville seemed to relax a little as he smiled. "Yes I did. I couldn't put it down."


Loki let out a heavy sigh. He was tired, he hadn't had a full night's sleep since he learned of Amora's presence in Hogwarts, he was worried for Harry, and he was really ready to start ripping the school and grounds apart just so that he could get rid of Amora and have done with it. However he knew that wouldn't go over very well with any of his family.

Fenrir walked up to Loki and took a seat at his feet. He watched his father for a minute, seeing the exhaustion and the number of thoughts going through Loki's head. Lifting his left paw he lightly scratched at his father's leg, getting his attention.

Loki smiled at his eldest son, trying to reassure him that everything was alright. "I'm sure it's not as bad as I think it is. Amora is far too interested in Thor to really do anything here."

Fenrir knew better then to believe that. He gave his father a report on what he had found during his search, a lot of nothing and a few faint wisps of scents that didn't belong to anyone at the school. From what he could tell Amora was doing a lot to keep them from finding her, which means that she had something planned. And though Fenrir had never met he had heard enough about her to know she means nothing but trouble for the family.

"Have I told you about the day I married Angel?" Loki asked in an attempt at changing the subject. "It was a Midgardian wedding since I had not told anyone in Asgard about her. She was so beautiful in that dress," He then chuckled. "But try getting her into one now and it's a battle none I know of can hope to win," Taking a seat on the grass Loki smiled. "We had been talking about it for so long. Since none in Asgard knew about us I could not invite any to the wedding. But I had no shortage of wizards and witches I could invite in place of family. I wish all of you could've been there."


"My little girl is getting married! I still remember the moment she was placed in my arms as a baby. So beautiful…" A man with graying brown hair wiped a tear from his eyes.

Loki patted the man's shoulder. "Now, now, Tristan no need for tears."

An elderly woman entered the room and Loki seemed to tense. "How is Angel, Mom?" The man, Tristan asked.

"She is nervous as any bride before the wedding but ready to begin. You shouldn't worry so much about her. Now as for you," She turned to Loki and he tensed further. "If you put so much as one toe out of line with her I shall be more than happy to take you over my knee and beat your behind black and blue. That girl is the best any man could ever hope to have love them. I will not tolerate anyone mistreating her," She stated assertively.

Loki raised his hands and gave her a small smile. "I assure you, Michelle that I have no desire to harm her in anyway. I know I am lucky to have her love, I remind myself of this fact every day I am with her."

Michelle snorted. "I've heard other men say similar things in the past."

Tristan placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. "Mom as much fun as it is listening to you warning Loki about harming my daughter I think it best you stop now. After all we don't to scare him away and end up hurting her ourselves."

Michelle nodded. "Alright small fry, I guess I should go and see about the guests. The strangest lot of folks that they are," She then left the room.

Loki chuckled lightly. "The strangest lot? I would've thought her use to things being different by now."

Tristan smiled. "My mother still has trouble believing my daughter is only part human," He then sighed. "I wish her mother could be here to share this day. I know she would be proud of our little girl."

"Angel is a wonderful woman. You did well in raising her, my friend," Loki then smiled. "I guess I should start calling you father now."

Tristan let out a laugh at that. "Never did I think a god would be calling me father. That is one for the book," He said as he pulled out a worn out note book and scribbled down something.

Loki's smile grew. "Still writing down the truths you find," It was one of the things Loki had found most amusing about Angel's father. Rather than just accept a myth he would go around the world looking for the truth about it.

Tristan smirked. "If it wasn't for this note book I would not have met Angel's mother," He began flipping through it. "The things this little book has learnt over the years. Look here, the entire I made the day my daughter first brought you home to meet me."

Loki chuckled. "You were ready to prove me some con artist. The look on your face when you figured out that I was real," Loki took a look out the door and let out a heavy sigh. "I never thought I would end up here again."

"What was that?" Tristan asked.

"Nothing, it's best we begin," Loki waved off.


"So Neville Loki was looking through some papers late last night. He found one about your parents. I can only imagine how hard it must've been for you without them. Maybe I could ask Loki to visit your parents and see if there is anything that can be done for them," Angel offered after getting him to sit down.

"Thank you Princess Angel, That would mean a lot to my grandmother and me," Neville said.

Angel smiled. "You live with your grandmother?" At Neville's nod her smile grew. "She must love you a lot. Is she fussy about you?"

"A little, she tries to help me with my forgetting things, and she can get really mad sometimes," He seemed to get uncomfortable.

"Yeah they do that. You should've seen my grandmother, Michelle around Loki. She didn't like him from the start. Even on our wedding day she couldn't let up at him," Angel chuckled.

"What about your dad?" Neville hadn't meant to ask that out loud and went to take it back but Angel gave him a warm smile.

"Dad was happy for us, mind you he did have a half Huldra for a daughter. And on our wedding day he was right there looking so proud through his tears. I remember my wedding day so well. I was so nervous about the whole thing. Had it not been for my grandmother I might not have had the strength to go through with it, Neville. Thank the Norns for her."


Angel was pacing back and forth waiting for everything to start. On her head was a beautiful golden marriage crown studded in emeralds and she was dressed in a beautiful white gown. She had been hoping for this day for so long. Now that it was here she was tempted to ask for more time.

"Why am I doing this? This is stupid. I shouldn't do this, after all I'm only twenty and he's a god. He's a fricking god!" Angel wanted to rip her hair out.

A short red headed woman placed her hands on Angel's shoulders. "Angel, relax. So what if the guy's a Norse god and who-knows how many years older then you with a ton of weird and freaky stories written about him? You've known him for a long time now and you wouldn't have let yourself get here if you weren't ready for it."

Angel stared at her friend with a raise brow for several minutes. "Ok, other than making me feel worst about this you did manage to make a point. I've known him since my school days, and he's not once made me doubt him. But for me to marry at twenty?" Angel took a seat and sighed. "Jess could you get me something to drink?"

"Yeah sure," The red head, Jess nodded before heading out of the room.

Angel groaned and slumped back in her seat. "I'm a twenty year old bride, marrying a Norse god."

The door opened and in walked Michelle. "Oh my dear, you look so beautiful… yet scared. Has that so-called god done something to displease you?"

Angel gave her a small smile. "No. I'm just wondering if this really is the best choice for me."

Michelle shook her head before dropping next to Angel. "Well I don't know about that idiot you said yes to. But I know that you are a great young woman who can easily whip that fool into shape."

Angel chuckled. Her grandmother from day one had done everything to Loki that she could. She asked him uncomfortable questions, the threats of mortification, and the whacks to the back of the head whenever he got cheeky with her. It had been funny for her to watch after she introduced him to her. "I learned everything from you," She grinned.

"And a damn good job I did teaching you. Get that boy under control before you two have your first," Michelle patted Angel's knee. "You two will be great together. Regardless of how rubbish I think that Loki is, you both will be great."

The door opened and Jess entered with a goblet. "I wasn't sure what to bring you so I just asked old man Martian for some of what he had in his flask. Hope it is ok," She passed the glass to Angel who took a drink from it.

"Oh that is strong," Angel coughed. "Thank you, Jess," Jess nodded and left.

"Come on now, Angel. You can't let a little doubt ruin your big day. On your feet," Michelle ordered as she stood. Angel sighed, downed the rest of her drink, and got to her feet. Michelle turned Angel to her and made her stand up straight. "Now you are going to go out there, walk down that aisle or whatever it is, and you are going to get married to that idiot. Because regardless of your fears, your worries, and your dreads you love him and that is all that matters, my darling."

Angel smiled. "I do love him," Angel then hugged her. "I'm ready now."


Loki and Fenrir sat in the grass as Loki continued.
"We had Dominic Maestro conduct the music for us. A very good man, he was overjoyed when we asked him. I do wonder if he is still around," Loki stopped talking for a moment and thought about asking around about him before Fenrir pawed his shoulder, wanting to hear more about the wedding. "Ah yes, where was I? Oh yes. The wedding had finally begun."


At Angel's perseverance Loki had not gone with horses for the wedding procession and instead walked along beside her. Behind them was Tristan and Michelle, Michelle having to help guide Tristan as he could see very little through his tears. Behind them were the bride maids and finally their company. The guests were a small assortment of Angel's friends, who had been let in on the wizarding world, and select wizarding families like the Malfoys, the Potters, Browns, Crouches, Notts, Weasleys and the Lovegoods. The party was led to a forest clearing where a cow was tied up, in anticipation of its part at the start of the ritual. Angel's spectacular bridal gown had a lit candle above her head, a magic one which changed colors.

As soon as the guest were seated and Angel and Loki were in there places the ritual began the priestess, Lucasta Lovegood, approached the cow with a bowl and knife. The bowl was set on the ground just under the cow's neck while knife was held in Lucasta's hand. Her left hand held the rope to keep the cow's head up. She spoke word of offering to the Norns and request for the Norns to bless Loki and Angel as they join in marriage before she slit the cow's throat. Lucasta summoned a bundle of fir and dipped it in the blood, sprinkling in amongst the couple, bridesmaids, groomsmen and guests. Loki handed Angel the sword of his ancestors and she handed him a book (She had no ancestral weapons and he had been asking to read it for quite some time).

Lucasta began to speak "We have come together here in celebration of the joining together of the bride, Angel Devin and the groom, Loki Odinson. There are many things to say about marriage. Much wisdom concerning the joining together of two souls, has come our way through all paths of belief, and from many cultures. With each union, more knowledge is gained and more wisdom gathered. Though we are unable to give all this knowledge to these two, who stand before us, we can hope to leave with them the knowledge of love and its strengths and the anticipation of the wisdom that comes with time. The law of life is love unto all beings. Without love, life is nothing, without love, death has no redemption. Love is anterior to Life, posterior to Death, initial of Creation and the exponent of the realms. If we learn no more in life, let it be this. Marriage is a bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. As with any aspect of life, it has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its trials and its triumphs. With full understanding of this, Groom and Bride have come here today to be joined as one in marriage. Others would ask, at this time, who gives the bride in marriage, but, as a woman is not property to be bought and sold, given and taken, I ask simply if she comes of her own will and if she has her family's blessing.
"Bride, is it true that you come of your own free will and accord?"

"Yes, it is true," Angel said.

"With whom do you come and whose blessings accompany you?" Lucasta asked.

"She c-c-comes with me, her father, and is ac-accompanied by all of her family's blessings," Tristan said, his voice quivering with happy tears.

"Please join hands with your beloved and listen to that which I am about to say: Above you are the stars, below you are the stones, as time doth pass, remember: Like a stone should your love be firm, like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you in your marriage, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another, yet be understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will pass quickly. Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let not the ways of the unenlightened give you unease.
"Groom, I have not the right to bind thee to Bride, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in her hand," Lucasta commanded.

"It is my wish and desire," Loki said, slipping the band in her open palm.

"Bride, I have not the right to bind thee to Groom only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in his hand," Lucasta stated.

"It is my wish and desire," Angel said, handing him her ring.

"Groom, I cannot declare your love of your bride for you. If you truly love your bride, place her ring on her finger and swear to her your vows."

"I, Loki Odinson, in thy name of thy spirit of the realms, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take Angel Devin to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself, and I swear to protect and cherish thee as long as I may live." Loki said.

"Bride, I cannot declare your love for your groom for you. If you truly love your groom, place his ring on his finger and swear to him your vows," Lucasta said. A pearly tear budded in the corner of the woman's eye.

Angel stood there, her mind was at a blank, she had remembered vows, but now they had escaped her.


"What did you do?" Neville asked. "If you forgot everything?"

"Well, at first I was terrified, and then I remembered that everything in my entire life had led up to that moment. And that I did love Loki, a lot, which was why I was marrying him. After I realized that, it was fairly easy.


Angel stood blankly, looking at Loki with wide eyes. She wet her lips; the entire ceremony seemed to lean closer.

"I-I-I-I, Angel Devin, take Loki Odinson as my husband. I fell in love with him when I was young and perhaps did not know what love truly was. But he showed me through example how beautiful it is. Before I knew him, love was half a shadow, and now it is a blinding light, consuming me. While consumption is commonly something one would not want to experience, in this shape and form it is so pure and kind, I wish to always feel it in my heart and soul. I pledge to marry you and love you and take care of you and I swear to always find you, if for some reason the world decides we should be apart. No matter the circumstances, you will always return to my arms and I to yours, forever."

Lucasta picked up a crystal chalice of wine. "May you drink your fill from the cup of love?" Loki and Angel each took a drink.

Lucasta picked up a plate of oatcake. "May you eat your fill from the plate of fertility?" Loki and Angel each took part of the cake and ate it.

"By the power vested in me by Prince Loki Odinson, the heir to the realm of Asgard, thus representing the affairs of the realm. And the Ministry of Magic, permitting me to join two in matrimony, I pronounce thee husband and wife. May your love so endure that its flame remains a guiding light unto you," Lucasta said.

There was applause, some more enthusiastic and others more polite. Tristan was rocking back and forth in the grasp, gripping his mother's skirts and weeping. Loki and Angel held each other's hands and raised them above their heads, there was much applause. Then Loki lifted Angel into his arms and carried her to the feast quite a distance away.

The rest of the wedding detailed in dancing, feasting, and much merriment. Well-wishers both Muggle and magical came to say hello to the couple and give them gifts and boxes. There was a lying tournament, which the groom won. And an insult tournament, which the bride won. There was much drinking, and even the wizards fell ill to the honeyed mead from Asgard,

Once the son started to set, the couple was taken to their rooms and consummated their marriage. They left for their honeymoon the next morning the couple took several crates of this mead to a vacation home, which they stayed at for a month before starting their world travels.


"And that was the story of how I married Angel, Fenrir," Loki said. "Come on, we should go to the castle, Harry might be back soon."

Fenrir tailed his father's heals eagerly.

Unbeknownst to the pair, Amora was perched not far from them in a tree, having heard the conversation.

"Weddings always do sicken me," She replied, filing her nails with a green knife.

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