Thor came alone, his head held high and his step sure as he crossed the throne room to kneel before their father. When he rose his eyes found Loki’s and he smiled so warmly it felt like looking into the sun.
Loki found himself smiling back easily and from the corner of his eyes he could see that their mother was hiding her smirk behind her hand. Odin’s face, however, betrayed no emotion. He felt slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Certainly he knew better than anyone else that Loki and Thor were not related by blood but they had been raised together since infancy and the idea that they were…more made Odin feel queasy.
“Allfather, Allmother”, Thor inclined his head respectfully. “I have come to you to ask for Loki’s hand, for he is my soul’s beloved and I cannot see myself without him at my side.”
Odin turned to Loki. “Is that what you want as well?” His father asked.
“I do. More than anything else.” His eyes met Thor’s and he couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Then your union shall have my blessing”, Odin said and watched his sons’ smiles brighten until they were bright enough to light the room.
“You should go to him”, Frigga said quietly to Loki and gave him a light push. He followed her advice and extended a hand to Thor to help him up. Thor wrapped his arms around Loki and kissed him passionately.
“You did the right thing”, Frigga whispered to Odin. And seeing his sons standing there, holding hands and looking at each other with so much love in their eyes that it seemed to shine like the sun, Odin knew she was right.
“I’m always right”, she said because she knew what he was thinking.
“There was that time you thought I was going to marry Jord.”
“Shush you”, she replied and elbowed him lightly. But she was smiling and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.