#rquest

"Will he like it?" Y/N asked nervously to the maidens who helped braid her hair into the most beautiful hairstyle she had ever seen. They had separated her hair back into 7 braids. 6 small ones, 3 on each side of her head, and 1 big thick braid on the top of her head all the way to the back. All braids came together in one eventually and the rest of her long shining hair was loosely hanging over her shoulders.

"He will love it, my dear." One of the older women spoke up and kissed her cheek in a motherly way. "Let us bring you to your soon to be husband now. I'm sure the prince doesn't have much patience left. He was so eager to finally marry his beautiful woman."

Y/N nodded with a slight smile, getting up and following the maidens onto the narrow road that led to Kattegat's beach.

She couldn't wait to show him how she looked, showing respect to his culture and honoring it.

'He must be so proud', she thought happily as she watched the lovingly grin grow on Harald's face as he spotted her getting closer and closer to him.

"My wife~ look at you~." Harald smiled widely as he took her slender hands in his to pull her close, whispering to her not to ruin the ceremony.

"Not yet." Y/N spoke softly and smiled back, holding his hands with as much excitement as he did. "You like it, my prince?"

"It suits you so well, Ketta. I'm so joyful to see my love like this." He cupped her cheeks gently. "It makes me love you even more and I didn't know that was possible until now, my princess."

"Perhaps she should make it an usual habit then~?"

He nodded. "If you'd like advise~ your husband would certainly love that idea." He joked and watched her with love in his eyes, waiting patiently for the ceremony to be done so he could exchange rings and his arm bracelet with her, finally able to call her his wife.

It was a thing he always dreamed of, even when he first met her.

He loved Y/N with all his being and now seeing her with her beautiful braided hair and with her perfect light blue wedding gown with silver Viking embroidery on made his heart ache with love even more.

She was so gorgeous and the dress made her beauty stand out even more~

He was certain that this was the woman he wanted to marry. That her inner and her outer beauty suited his and he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side.

His little… escapade in that broom closet had set you on a bit of a mission a few weeks back. If he wanted to play dangerous games, you decided, he was going to have to deal with those consequences. He had thought he was all that and, well, nothing soothed your own ego than knocking him down a peg or two occasionally. Really, you reasoned, your boyfriend shouldn’t play with fire if he didn’t want to get burned.

The plan was decidedly simple. You’d wait until the next gala and then, perhaps, after a while of winding him up you’d let him have his fun. The more likely option though was the admittedly more fun one. Percy could dish out teasing like no one would believe, you see. The problem was he could barely take it. It was just such a shame then that galas were an excuse to get dressed up in your absolute finest and parade around getting compliments, a true shame It was, perhaps, an even worse shame then that you could get advice from Vex and Pike on dresses, specifically ones with necklines meant to attract attention and designed to draw eyes. Poor Percy didn’t stand a chance.

You had opted to separate to arrive. The boys would get ready at Gilmore’s, who had agreed to let them when you informed him of the plan and promised a favor, while all of the girls got ready at Greyskull. Your makeup and outfit were impeccable and the carriage expenses were even covered by Vex, who had gotten a hug for her troubles. Everyone looked, if someone asked you, absolutely beautiful and radiant as you all should. You let them all exit the carriage first though, wanting to savour that moment where Percy saw you for just a little bit longer.

The footman gently took your hand as you stepped out, heels gently touching the ground with every bit of grace you possessed. Your eyes though? They were on Percy who suddenly looked very flushed and bothered in his formal suit ensemble. His eyes reverently traced your finger and, perhaps, lingered a tad longer than polite at the obviously low cut to your neckline and bared collarbone. You smiled, let the games begin.

The night started off amazing, in your opinion. You made sure to bend just a bit too far down in front of percy to pick something up and lived for the way his eyes widened before skittering off. He thought you didn’t realize, how cute. He caught on when your hands wandered a bit during dinner though. The way his knee had hit the table as he turned with a half finished call of your name was beautiful. Especially since you’d just innocently blinked and asked him if he was alright. He’d huffed and played it off as nothing, but his knowing eye on yours was enough to let you know he knew. He just hadn’t wanted to make a scene.

From there it was a bit of a daring race to the end of his patience, or yours whichever came first. So, you danced with everyone but him on the dancefloor. Seeing him fume as you chatted and smiled with all the noble men, and women, was amazing. When he cut in for a dance with you, it was with a tight smile and a look that read he wouldn’t be taking a no for answer.

“Yes, Percy? Is there something I can help you with?” you asked politely as he twirled you through the dance.

“You know what you’re doing don’t you dare play coy with me,” he hissed into you ear as he dipped you.

Giving a titter of laughter, you gently smacked his chest with one hand before you leaned in as he pulled you upright and whispered back, “Maybe next time, you should watch where you make me scream then. After all, it’s just so horrible that we don’t have any time alone tonight, you know. Maybe then you could teach me a lesson.”