Loki stood off to Marguerite's side as one of the groomsmen, adjusting his bowtie nervously. He'd not been in a wedding party since he was eleven years old, when his mother had married his stepfather, so he wasn't entirely sure what his job was, other than to stand there and look nice.  Though look nice he rather did, as he sported a pinstripe tuxedo with vest (http://www.weblite.com.au/template/files/4393/Jordan.JPG), something that delightfully reminded him of the 1930's era.  He even kept a straight-cane with him, with he held between both hands in front of him, resting the tip on the floor.<br/><br/>He gave a little smile to the "groom", winking to her with a nod of his head.  He leaned forward to speak quietly. "You know you look lovely in that, Marguerite, but I'm going to say it, anyway."