“And just as much in oil,” Eivind said, laughing as he thought about fucking Blue all over a tropical paradise. “I haven’t ever gone to a place like that either. I’d like to go anywhere with you.” Location didn’t matter so much to Eivind. “I’ve traveled but not further than my legs could carry me into endless wilderness. Always alone, but I don’t want to be alone anymore.”<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>There was still a lot to do in that week after the success of their bachelor party. Finishing touches on their wedding attire, Eivind taking a few dance lessons with an instructor so that he might be able to lead Blue through a few proper dances, and then the actual set up at the venue. Sig and Stellan (after quite the search) found a scenic location with a warm little cabin that was just perfect. The venue staff took care of a lot of it but Sig dutifully went back behind them to make sure things were just right. When Blue arrived to get ready he’d be taken to the cabin, Eivind took to the more humble<i>grooms</i>suit. Sig would open and start with speeches before introducing the officiant. It made the most sense, few others knowing Eivind and Blue quite like he did.<br/><br/>There were personal touches Eivind would introduce that Sig worked with him with, and he did the same with Blue. Before the actual ceremony, there was a lot of running back and forth. Their grooms had arrived separately and Sig spent a lot more personal time with Blue but also made sure Eivind was meticulously groomed. At least in a style that suited the gruff wolf, full beard and all. He couldn’t hide his excitement for them both but at least his energy had an outlet as on top of tending to both grooms he made sure the ceremony was prepped adequately.<br/><br/>Decorations were simple and tasteful. The only flowers Eivind wanted were lavender and white orchids, something Blue had mentioned to him once upon a time. No roses. Limited chairs because it was going to small and private. And enough food to feed everyone three times over, catering done by Christner's steakhouse. A mix of simple and more refined fare (Eivind special requesting the crab cakes), and of course enough wine to choke even a werewolf. A specific bottle for him and Blue, the significance Sig wasn’t aware of. No one would see the finished product until it was time, Blue last of all.<br/><br/>“My friend, you look magnificent,” Sig said, sitting on the arm of a plush chair, watching Blue as he put the finishing touches on himself for the 100th time. “You two have come such a very long way.”<br/><br/>Stellan had walked inside to inform them that guests were arriving and being seated.