Hi!! It’s been a while since I’ve checked the Hela tag since I believed I had read everything and I just found your blog and I love it! I’m so happy the community loving Hela is growing :’) if you can, could I request Hela x reader wedding on Asgard? I’m completely in love with the way you portray Hela and your writing. Thank you so much!!! :D
A/N: Full disclosure, I pilfered the idea of the wedding tattoos from a fic called Porcelain by GalaxyThreads over on Ao3. The idea was just so romantic to me, and it instantly became canon for me. I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a good canon-divergent fic that tackles sibling feels, familial trauma, and Hela whump. Settle in with a nice snack, this one’s a long. And if you need me, I’ll be crying because I’ll never have a wedding like this. Enjoy~
WC: 3840
Rating: T (purely for… Implications)
TW: None
When Hela had proposed to you, you had assumed it would besomething that would stay between just the two of you, and you had been okaywith that. No one other than her brothers knew about your relationship, and youhadn’t exactly been fond of the idea of singing out your love for each otherfor all of Asgard to hear. Most could care less about the matter of who lovedwho, but it was a different matter entirely when one of you was a princess andthe other was… not.
When Hela had suggested a large, public wedding, you had asked her point blank if she had lost hermind. If she had any idea the grave she very possibly was digging for the bothof you. But she had been insistent, and even her brothers had been on boardwith the idea.
“Well, they grew to accept Hela being around after…everything that happened. This is peanuts considered to that,” Loki had saidflippantly, garnering a glare from the other three in the room.
It had taken another four days and some persuasion from Hela for you to finally agree to it, and thewedding planning had taken off from there. It had been a whirlwind few monthsof arrangements. Who all would be invited, who would sit where, who was goingto walk down the aisle, who was going to be the one to walk them, what wouldyou wear, what would they wear.
Sometimes you wondered if Hela should have never proposed atall, so that it could be just the two of you, together against the world,forever. But you did have to admit,the idea of Hela prepared to declare her eternal love for you in front of somany people did warm your heart in a way you never knew it could be.
And now here you were, six months later, hands worryingtogether as you tried desperately not to smooth your skirts down for thehundredth time in less than five minutes.
“Alright, sister-in-law, are you ready?”
They had all decided that, since Hela lived in the palaceand was princess, it made more sense for her to be at the altar and for you tobe walked down, and Thor had announced that it would be his express honor to walk you down theaisle, and you couldn’t have said no to his puppy dog eyes even if you hadwanted to, so that had settled that.
“I don’t think you can technically call me that for aboutanother half an hour,” you mused, trying to smile and managing only an anxiousgrimace.
“Nonsense, it’s just semantics.” He offered his arm to you,and you took it, taking a slow, deep breath in a meager attempt to calm yournerves before nodding, giving Thor the okay to start walking you.
The amount of people that had showed up astounded you. Youknew that all had been invited to the affair, and you hadn’t expected but maybehalf of them to show up, but you’d never seen so many people in one place inyour whole life, and they all looked gladto be there.
The crowd did absolutely nothingfor your nerves, however.
As Thor walked you down the aisle, you tried to discreetlycrane your neck toward the front, where you knew Hela was waiting for you.
“She looks beautiful. You’re gonna cry,” Thor insisted,keeping his voice low so only you heard.
You began to wonder if half the ceremony was going to bejust the walk up to the altar.
“I was alwaysgonna cry. In fact, I might cry right now if I trip in front of all thesepeople. Are we there yet?”
Thor only laughed, and turned his head back to face forward,the most genuine grin plastered on his face.
It took a solid thirty seconds of walking before you couldfinally make out Hela, and you huffed out a breathless laugh.
Thor was right.
You’d seen Hela wear many gowns before. She was princess,after all, even though she much preferred clothes she could easily move in. Butyou’d never seen her in such an ornate gown. It was golden, and while the skirtwasn’t nearly as full as yours was, it made up for it in length, pooling for agood few feet behind her as she stood waiting for you. Her hair had beenbraided, likely Loki’s doing, as they were the only one Hela trusted with herhair, and you could just make out some flowers from the late queen’s gardenswoven amongst her hair.
You felt a little underdressed in your own gown, which wasan outrageous thing to say, considering that your skirt sat a good foot awayfrom your feet in all directions, and the veil you wore trailed even furtherthan that. You had opted for a more traditional white color, but the lace alongyour collarbone and down your back and arms was intricate, and had taken weeksto get just right. It was the prettiest thing you had ever worn, and you stillcouldn’t believe that it was yours.
When you were finally close enough to properly meet Hela’sgaze, you were only mildly surprised to see that her eyes were welled up withtears as she beamed at you. Hela wasn’t usually one for showing emotions soopenly, even in front of you, but you supposed she had deemed a wedding aspecial enough occasion to let her guard slip.
By the time Thor had handed you over to Hela, your eyes wereso watery you worried you wouldn’t be able to see for the entire wedding, andas she took your hand, brushing her thumb over your knuckles, you let out abreathless little laugh, unable to do much more than that.
“Hi… You look… breathtaking,Y/N,” she whispered, looking at you with so much love in her eyes you couldhardly bear it.
“So do you, Hela, I… wow.”
You both laughed at your inability to properly form a coherentsentence, but before either of you could say anything else, the officiant wasstarting the ceremony, and you were forced to pay attention to someone else besides Hela.
A task which proved to be impossible, as every so often, youfound your gaze drifting back over to Hela at your side, every time findingthat she was already looking at you with that same love-struck expression onher face.
When the time came for vows, you couldn’t stop smiling asyou were finally allowed to turn to face her. You knew you were supposed to gofirst, and you hoped you didn’t trip over your words and completely muckeverything up.
“Hela… The first time I saw you, it was like… everything Ihad ever done in my life had led up to that one singular moment. Like a puzzlepiece falling into place as my very soul said ‘Oh… There you are.’ Not a daygoes by that I haven’t thanked my lucky stars for whatever act of fate broughtus together, and every day that I’ve gotten to spend with you has beeneverything and yet nowhere near enough for me. I want today to become always,and I want always to become forever, as long as it’s by your side. I promise tolove you with all that I am, as I am,for as long as you’ll have me. I promise to be yours, in every and all ways,and I promise that no matter where we go or what we do from here, it will be together. Always.”
You were openly crying by the time you had finishedspeaking, and judging by the various sounds of sniffling and crying around you,several in the crowd were, as well. Hela was holding your hands so tightly thatyou wondered if she’d lost feeling in her own fingers, but the way she waslooking at you, like she’d never been more in love with you than she was inthat moment, made all thoughts leave your head entirely.
Finally, she cleared her throat a bit, and blinked a fewtimes, no doubt clearing her own vision of tears as she gave a soft littlelaugh. “…I’m not as good with words as she is, but… what she said.”
That made you laugh, too, as well as the majority of thecrowd, and it was such a Hela thingto say that it couldn’t have been a more perfect moment. You heard a few morethings being said, but you couldn’t focus on them. Not when you were finallyallowed to look at Hela face to face. Whatever important things that needed tobe said, you really didn’t care what any of them were. The only ones you werewaiting for were…
“Princess, you may now kiss your wife.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the very idea. Wife. There was something about finally being called that that made theentire day feel that much more real, and you couldn’t stop yourself fromsmiling even wider as Hela gently cupped your face and pulled you toward her soshe could kiss you softly.
And then everything was Hela, Hela, Hela.
The entire world melted away, while she kissed you. All youcould feel was her hand at your waist and her fingers threaded in the hair atthe base of your neck, and her lips against yours. All you could smell was theintoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the earthy, metallic scent thatwas just uniquely her. All you couldtaste was her. You never wanted themoment to end, and even when she pulled away, purely for propriety’s sake, youwere certain, she stayed as close to you as she could manage, forehead pressedto yours and eyes closed, and you did the same, just taking in the bliss of themoment while the crowd around you clapped.
You were fairly certain that you could hear Thor cheeringrather loudly over the rest of the guests.
By the time you opened your eyes again, Hela was alreadylooking at you, and you could just barely hear her say that she loved you overthe crowd applauding.
The only thing that was left to do was the tattooingceremony; one you’d never dreamt you’d get to experience. Marriage amongstcommoners and even the lesser nobles of Asgard was still celebrated, to varyingdegrees, but royal weddings were unique in the tattooing ceremonies, if onlybecause it was usually only royalty that had the permission to use thenecessary magic to perform them.
Using carefully concentrated seidr, each person would use itto draw a looping figure-eight on the forearm of their partner, and inside eachhalf of the design, each would draw the sigil for their bloodline or house. Itwas a beautifully romantic idea, to have a physical representation of both halvesconnecting as a whole in a display of their unending love for each other, andyou couldn’t wait to share that with Hela.
You let her go first; you were a little nervous, and fearedthat your shaking hands would cause the magick to be a little wonky, eventhough it would be doing all the work anyway. You watched her softly as shegently took your left hand in hers, pressing a kiss to your wrist before shebegan, using the seidr to effortlessly draw the looping figure before fillingin each side with their respective sigils. You loved that her own sigil wasalso a sign that looped in on itself, strong and unending, as you hoped yourrelationship would always be. When she finished, she kissed your wrist again,admiring her handiwork before letting go of your hand so that she could holdout her own arm.
Taking a deep breath, you did exactly as she had, using thechanneling device as steadily as you could manage and hoping for the best. Toyour relief, the magick came out with a perfectness that had to have beenpurely due to the seidr itself, and whatever shakiness you had was completelynegated by it. When you had finished, you took her hand, pressing a kiss to theback of it before threading your fingers together, grateful that you hadmanaged not to make a fool of yourself in front of so many people.
“With that, your marriage is official and true in the eyesof the King, and all the Kings that came before him, and you are henceforth andofficially pronounced wife and wife.”The officiant nodded at each of you, and you felt another weight lift off ofyour chest.
You didn’t think you could be any happier than you were inthat moment.
The next hour or so passed in a blur, as everyone cheeredand congratulated the happy new couple, and Thor led you to the banquet hall,were a lavish feast had already been prepared, with a table for you and Hela atthe head of the room. It felt a bit excessive to you, but you couldn’t havecared less at that moment. All you could think about was how nice and complete you felt, now that you were officially Hela’s wife, andshe was yours.
It wasn’t until you and she finally had some quiet toyourself at your table that you finally felt like you could breathe a bit. Evenif Hela was still making it a little hard to, with how stunning she looked inthat gown.
“I think you should wear that gown every day. Hela, it’s stunning. How did you keep it from me?”
Hela smiled as she took a sip of her wine, and then wentright back to holding your hand. “It was very hard. But it would lose itscharm, if I wore it all the time, don’t you think?” She pressed a kiss to yourtemple as you smiled, and then lowered her voice to a soft whisper. “Besides… Ithink you’ll like what’s under it a little better.”
You laughed softly, even as you blushed. “Yeah? Is that apromise?”
“Mm… Let’s sneak away, while no one’s looking… They won’tmiss us…” She trailed off, pressing a kiss to your throat, despite the factthat you knew people must be lookingat you.
“Hela, it’s ourparty. Of course they’ll miss us…” You struggled to get the words out; shealways had a way with kisses that made her very persuasive. “Besides… Your siblingswanted a dance with each of us.”
“They can wait. You’re allmine now.” She bit your neck, but it was more playful than anything else,and you laughed, drawing back so you could look at her.
“And you’re mine.”You pressed a much more chaste kiss to her lips. “But we’re staying. At leastfor a little while longer.”
Hela heaved a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Two hours is my absolutelimit, though.”
You rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling. “Deal.”
As luck would have it, less than a half hour later, Thorapproached you for a dance while Loki went over to their sister, and you couldn’thelp but to smile as Thor clumsily led you in a traditional Asgardian waltz.
“Thank you, by the way,” Thor said after a few long momentsof him focusing entirely too hard on recalling the correct order of dancesteps, and your brow furrowed as you looked up at him.
“…for what?”
“For giving my sister what she deserves. I know it wasn’teasy, for… a multitude of reasons with her history and the people and… well, I’mjust glad that she has you. And that you have her. I don’t think I’ve ever seenher look so happy.”
The both of you looked over to where Loki was effortlessly,if showily, spinning Hela in a circle, and you blushed when you realized thateven across the room, she was still trying to keep her eyes on you.
“I think, in a way, you saved her,” Thor continued, spinningyou in a much less graceful turn that made you laugh a little.
“She saved me, too. In several ways.”
It was true. Before Hela, you’d given up all hope of findingthe whirlwind romance you’d always dreamed about as a little girl, or even justa plain romance, for that matter. You’d been let down too many times, and yourheart had become a hollow shell that somehow still continued to hold far toomuch love for you to ever be able to keep to yourself. And when you’d beenintroduced to Hela, it suddenly felt like everything you’d ever been throughhad prepared you for this exact moment and everything fell into place soperfectly that it was a little scary. But you were grateful for it, all thesame.
“I’m really happy for you. Both of you. Don’t ever tell her I said that.”
You rolled her eyes, and as the music slowed to a halt, yousmiled a little more, and allowed Thor to kiss the top of your head.
“Yeah, while we’re at it, you should try doing that to Hela. She might stab you, youknow. I did get her that really nice dagger as a wedding gift, and I’m sure she’dlove to show it off,” you teased, andthe both of you laughed.
“Please, she’s in much too good a mood for stabbing.” Apause, as he glanced back at Hela, who was walking over with Loki. “…I hope.”
Once again, you rolled your eyes, and let Thor hand you offto Loki as Loki did the same with Hela, and you let your fingertips brushagainst Hela’s as you passed each other, desperate for just a small bit ofcontact with her even though it had hardly been a few minutes since you’d beensitting together at your table.
As the next waltz began, Loki led you expertly through thedance, and you found yourself wondering, as you so often did, how many secretsLoki managed to keep hidden up their sleeves. You imagined, though, that beinga fair dancer was one of the lessdangerous ones.
“I didn’t think I’ve ever seen my sister smile so much inher whole life as she has today.”
You had to laugh, if only because it was true and you knewit. “Well, maybe we can get her to smile a bit more from here on out, yeah?”
“Please. There’s absolutely no we about it. It’s all you. You’re the only one she has eyes for.Thor and I’ll be lucky if we can get her attention span away from you for evena second for the next… six months, Iwager?” Their voice was light and teasing, and fought the urge to roll youreyes for the tenth time that evening.
“Yes, well, you’re her siblings.That’s a different bond than the one she and I have, and it’s just as strong,you know. She loves you. Both of you. Even if she’ll never say it.”
“Oh, I will betelling her that you said it, though.”
You scowled playfully. “Wow. Setting me up for death on myown wedding day. Truly, they named you well, God of Mischief.”
Loki smiled innocently, but said nothing else as the dancefinished, merely smiling and bowing politely before leading you by the handback to where Hela was waiting for you.
“I believe it’s my turn again, finally,” Hela declared,immediately sweeping you into your arms, and you smiled contently as you settlednaturally into her. Hela always felt like coming home. You loved that abouther.
“Oh, how terrible those five minutes must have been for you,”you pouted dramatically, letting Hela turn you around so she could put one handon your waist while she took your other in hers, threading your fingerstogether with care.
“Hey, it was actually eight and a half, so.”
“Kept count, did you?” You grinned up at her, finding heralready looking down at you with so much love in her gaze that you thought youmight buckle under the intensity of it.
“Just eager to get back to my favorite wife.”
“And only one,thank you.” You pouted again, but the expression was short-lived as Hela dippedher head down to kiss you sweetly.
“I’m all yours. And you’re all mine. And it will be that wayfor the rest of eternity.”
The words weren’t anything particularly fancy orthought-out, but they meant the world to you, and you couldn’t resist leaningup on your toes to kiss her again before laying your head against her shoulder,smiling when you felt her arm around your waist tighten the slightest bit.
“I love you. More than anything. Always.” You murmured itagainst her collarbone, voice soft amongst all the din of the celebrationaround you, but Hela heard you all the same, bringing your joined hands to herlips so that she could kiss the back of yours.
“And I love you. And nothing and no one will ever changethat. No matter what changes we go through, no matter what struggles we face.We’ll do it all together. You and me against the nine realms. Forever.”
You hummed softly, and despite not wanting to move away fromher, you tilted your head up so that you could look up at her. “…did you everimagine that you’d get… all this?”
“Mm. The pretty dress and the big wedding? Yes.” Shegrinned, but then grew more solemn again. “But you… I never planned for you.And to be honest, I don’t think that I ever could have. I don’t think anyonecould even try to plan a love likeours. You have to be lucky enough to find it, and earn the right to keep it.”
You smiled, and buried your head in the crook of your neck,mostly so that you could hide the chaste little kiss you pressed against herthroat. “I’m so happy that I have you. You’re… everything, to me. I can’timagine life without you. And I don’t really want to.”
Hela pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, finallywrapping both arms around you as you both stilled where you stood. “And you’llnever have to. I swear to you.”
You drew back again, but this time you were glad to, becauseyou wanted to give her a proper kiss, audience be damned. You kissed her for solong and so intensely that by the time you’d separated, you were more than alittle breathless, and when you looked up at her, you found that she waslooking at you with eyes that were starting to go dark with wantonness.
“Darling… I think it’s time we turn in for the night.”
You’d never heard a sweeter sentence in your life.
