Part Three- Loki and Frost
She said yes! Frost could hardly believe his life was real. Cat, the most beautiful, brilliant, amazingly kind woman in the entire universe had agreed to marry him. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers. He couldn't wait to tell Loki. Loki had been there for him in a way that he would never be able to describe to anyone. Frost knew that Loki didn't feel comfortable in his natural form, but Loki had spent hours upon hours with him in an attempt to make him feel less alone. Whether Loki realized it or not, he had helped Frost begin to accept himself even though it took Cat’s influence to finally get him out of the house.
Loki was thrilled for Frost and Cat. After their whirlwind romance, he wasn't surprised, but he was very proud of Frost for having the guts to propose to Cat. Considering how he'd felt about his natural form, Loki didn't think he would have been able to do the same. He hadn't even been able to tell Meschella all those years ago, and they'd been betrothed.
When Frost had come to tell him the news, Loki had been so touched by the way Frost had spoken to him.
“I know the others are my brothers, but you're... more than that. You were there for me when I thought I didn't want to live. You-- you held me. You spent hours in your natural form and I know how uncomfortable you were.”
A few tears fell from his eyes and froze on his cheeks, and Loki found himself blinking back tears of his own. He'd tried to give Frost what he'd never had; what he'd needed when he found out what he was. He needed to be held. To be told he was okay. To feel like he wasn't so alone. But he hadn't believed anyone would want to be around him- not even his fiancee. So he had suffered alone. He'd let his self loathing fester until he couldn't stand being in his own skin.
“I'd like it if you'd be my best man,” Frost said softly.
Loki had immediately agreed. How could he not? He also hoped Frost wouldn't ever mention their time in the garage to anyone else. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it. It was that he felt as if he was finally able to give himself what he'd needed all those years ago. It felt extremely personal.
“I have something I want you to see,” Loki told Frost. “I've never been able to bring myself to wear it, but I-- well, I've kept it safe for a long time and now I think I know why.”
When Loki opened the chest for Frost, he heard Frost gasp behind him. He wasn't sure if it was excitement or something else entirely.
When he turned to look at Frost, Loki was surprised to see the clone smiling and blushing a deep purple hue.
“Is this--armor?” He asked hesitantly.
Loki nodded.
“Ceremonial armor. It belonged to my father- our father. Laufey. Now, if you accept it, it belongs to you.”
Frost's already bright eyes lit up even more.
“What kind of ceremony would this be suited for?”
He asked, already knowing the answer. He was already picturing himself wearing the sparse, but extremely decorative armor for his and Cat’s wedding. He wondered if he'd be able to do so without blushing.
“It would be perfect for your wedding,” Loki confirmed. “And I think Cat would be pleased,” he added, smirking slightly.
Frost felt himself blushing deeply again as he lifted the skimpy breastplate from the chest.
“Can I try it on?”