Loki finally came out from the bedroom wrapped in blankets and looking very sulky about having woken up without snuggle partners. “wedding?” Loki asked, looking over Steph’s shoulder to examine the pictures. “handfasting ceremonies are a big thing in American culture isn’t it?” he wondered. “I still haven’t gone into a sex store. I should do that sometime.” Loki admitted. “I still need to find a toy to peg you with.” he teased Steph with a grin. Loki, for his part, had never seen the appeal of a wedding. It seamed like a rather pointless endeavor that was more political than loving. Most of the nobility of asgard married for power, political ties, business or other similar things. Often times, marriages where set in stone before babies where even born. The rest of the population didn’t bother. They just moved in together when they felt ready and had babies with each other when they felt ready. No marriage needed. Made for a very shallow view of marriage. Of course, Loki might have that view because no one had ever wanted to marry him despite being a prince. “hungry.” Loki whined as he snuggled into Steph’s back, eager for food.