Blue had a lot more to say. As he always did and Eivind smiled, listening. He nodded along at Blue’s proclamation of being a pain in the ass, wanting badly to lean forward and touch his face against the side of his soon to be<i>husband’s</i>cheek. Blue had taught him many things, patience being one of them, and so he gave Blue his intense focus and listened until he was finished.<br/><br/>“Eivind,” the officiant continued. “Do you take Blue to be your husband? To love and to trust in all that life may bring you together?”<br/><br/>“I do.”<br/><br/>“Blue, do you take Eivind to be your husband? To love and to trust in all that life may bring you together?”<br/><br/>The feeling at hearing Blue’s words filled his entire being with a fierce contentedness.<br/><br/>“Now, please present the rings.” A pause as Sig handed them over and moved back to his place standing off to the side of Eivind.<br/><br/>“Your wedding ring is a symbol of your promise to one another. The ring, an unbroken, never ended circle, is a symbol of commitment, unending love. They represent what has been and what will always be. They are made of solid, sturdy material which is meant to survive years and years of hand-holding, painting, building, and tender caresses. Couples wear their wedding rings every day as a symbol of their love.<br/><br/>"Eivind, as you place this ring on Blue’s finger, repeat these words after me: This ring symbolizes the strength of my love for you and the commitments made today.”<br/><br/>Eivind did so as he slid Blue’s ring over his finger, though he’d worn it up until that actual day. The officiant had Blue repeat and do the same. Eivind’s ring had been hidden away until Sig had shown him that morning. Crafted by the same man who had done his, a simple design with Blue’s stolen fingerprint on the inside.<br/><br/>“By the power of your love and commitment to each other, and by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your husband. Congratulations.”<br/><br/>Eivind tugged Blue close to him, kissing his mate deeply, fingers of one hand still intertwined.<br/><br/>“Let them have the first dance as a married couple, and let it be the first of many.” The officiant moved aside, letting them take the focus alone. The music changed slightly, something still slow and rustic.<br/><br/>“Now, don’t laugh at me,” Eivind said to Blue, intentions becoming clear as he pulled Blue into the hold he’d been taught to lead him through a formal dance. It was nothing complicated but no one could deny that they looked elegant together, tuxes cut to perfection, and very much in love.