The grandeur of the hall unfolded before me, and I couldn't help but notice the long path I had to traverse.
In the middle, Odin stood waiting. I began my slow, deliberate walk, each step measured with grace.
Through my veil, I could sense the gazes of the other Gods, their eyes following my every movement. I tightened my grip on the bouquet, a silent mantra repeating in my mind.
Please don't fall, please don't fall.
The weight of their scrutiny was heavy, but I maintained my composure, focusing on the path ahead.
When I finally reached Odin, I paused and executed a polite bow, the gesture filled with respect and deference. Odin's stern visage softened slightly as he extended his arm to me to which I accepted it, grateful for the gesture.
Together, we began the second half of the journey down the aisle. The closer we got, the more details of the scene came into focus.
Thor stood by the end of the stairs, his presence commanding and powerful. He was adorned in his Asgardian suit armor, a blend of leather and metal that spoke of both strength and regality.
My heart quickened as I drew nearer, but with Odin by my side, I felt a surge of confidence. The whispers of the crowd faded into the background, my focus narrowing to the man waiting for me. Each step brought me closer to him, and with each step, my nerves transformed into a steadfast resolve.
As Odin and I approached the end of the grand aisle, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged with anticipation. Thor's presence was formidable, his striking features and powerful demeanor exuding a blend of strength and solemnity.
The weight of the moment pressed heavily on my chest, but I kept my chin high, holding fast to my composure, my grip on my bouquet tightening again as we neared Thor.
Just before we reached Thor, Odin leaned in slightly, his voice a barely audible murmur meant only for my ears.
"Do not forget your ultimatum." he muttered, the gravity of his words a stark reminder of the stakes involved.
My heart pounded, but I met Odin's gaze with unwavering determination.
"It will be done." I responded, my voice just as low and resolute as before.
Satisfied, Odin straightened and turned to Thor.
With a formal nod, he handed me over to the God of Thunder. Thor extended his arm, a silent gesture of acceptance and unity. I took it, my hand slipping into his with a sense of both duty and destiny.
Together, we both bowed to Odin, an act of respect and acknowledgement.
The ceremonial gesture complete, we turned and began our ascent up the final stairs towards the pagan priest who awaited us at the top. The priest's presence was solemn, his expression one of ancient wisdom as he prepared to officiate the sacred rites.
I could feel the eyes of the gathered deities and attendees upon us, the significance of this union resonating through the air. Each step up the stairs felt monumental, the gravity of the occasion settling deeper into my bones. I fought to steady my breath, to keep the tremble from my hands.
My grip on Thor's arm was steady, a source of strength that I found myself drawing upon. As we reached the top of the stairs, we paused before the priest, the culmination of our journey now within reach.
The air was thick with anticipation as the pagan priest began the ceremony, his voice rich and resonant, carrying the weight of ancient tradition. His words flowed in the melodic beat of Old Norse, each syllable imbued with the solemnity of the occasion. The hall was silent, every attendee focused on the sacred rites being performed.
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Thunderous Fate (Thor x reader) || Record of Ragnarok
FanfictionY/n L/n lives a tranquil life as the town healer, far removed from the brutal Nordic wars and conquests that rage across the lands. Known throughout her peaceful community for her extraordinary healing abilities, Y/n enjoys the quiet simplicity of h...
