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The arches of the Golden Palace at dusk.

Thor and Sif paraded through every street before reaching their destination, his throat sore from all the cheering.

Guards lined both sides of the arch, and a grand red carpet stretched from the entrance to the banquet hall. The ever-present onlookers filled every available space.

Thor helped his wife out of the chariot, tenderly brushing the hands of the two children holding Sif's gown, and together they walked slowly toward the banquet hall. As the sun set, the lights flickered to life, enhancing Sif's beauty even further.

Her cloud-like hair, the sleek white wedding dress, and the crystal heels peeking from beneath the swaying fabric all drew eyes. It was clear this attire would set a standard for future weddings.

Inside the banquet hall, the God King and Queen had awaited them eagerly. All eyes were on the couple as they entered, the center of attention.

"Well done, my son!"

"Sif, you look stunning today. Is this Thor's surprise for you? It's truly..."

Frigga gazed at her flawless daughter-in-law, overwhelmed with emotion. Judging by her envious gaze, she might have been thinking of her own wedding day...

"Mother, you look beautiful as always. Sif is the true star today."

Sif couldn't resist pinching her husband's hand quickly. Thor understood and whispered to his mother.

"Mom, there's still more to come. This dress was easily made. I'll have a few more made so you and father can have some photos together, alright?"

Such a thoughtful son! Frigga looked at the young couple affectionately. She led Thor and Sif to the front steps. The King stepped aside, and the God King spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"The wedding ceremony begins. Bring forth the flowers of love!"

Loki stepped forward with a bouquet of roses, handing it to his brother. After a brief hug, Loki stepped aside.

"Behold the flowers of love! The newlyweds before you are about to embark on their journey together!"

"Are there any objections?"

"Then, Thor, present the flowers to your wife."

Thor complied, handing the rose to Sif, then kissing her, eliciting good-natured laughter.

The God King, seeing his son's antics, shook his head with a smile. He solemnly raised his hand.

"Thor, do you vow to be Sif's husband, never to forsake her?"

"I swear! I do!"

"Sif, do you vow to be Thor's wife, never to forsake him?"

"I swear! I do!"

"With the eternal spear, Gungnir, as witness, I declare you husband and wife!"

"Children, I bless you!"

It was a solemn wedding ceremony, now concluded. Guests exchanged cups and toasted. Thor and Sif approached the tower cake, cutting a slice for their parents, with the rest carefully distributed by the maid, blessing each guest.

With everything settled, Frigga and Loki came forward to offer their blessings. The couple resumed entertaining their guests, and the wedding was officially over.

"Dear guests, thank you for joining us today to celebrate Sif and my wedding."

"We appreciate your blessings. As our celebration continues, please follow me outside the palace for a final surprise I've prepared for my wife."

"My thanks to my brother Loki for helping bring my idea to life. This is his gift to us."

Everyone followed Thor's invitation and moved outside the palace. He winked at his blushing brother, signaling the start. Loki, holding a remote, began issuing commands.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Fireworks burst into the darkened sky, showering it with sparks that exploded and scattered like a magnificent display.

The entire area around the Golden Palace was lit up by the spectacle. Thor hugged his wife, smiling at her. Clearly pleased with the surprise, Sif gave him a kiss that lasted five heartbeats before leaning against his chest, admiring the colorful sky.

Residents across Asgard, hearing the sky's explosions, stepped out in wonder. The generous prince continued to amaze with unexpected displays!

Guests from all realms outside the banquet hall had their own thoughts. The atmosphere was tinged with mystery, promising more surprises in Asgard.

Thor, unaware of their musings, was content. He had no regrets about marrying Sif. That was what mattered most.

With the wedding concluded successfully, both hosts and guests enjoyed themselves.

The couple retired to their new home, where more Asgardian customs awaited. Thor, not a bead of sweat in sight, embraced his wife and declared his exhaustion.

"Sif, I'm exhausted! What do I do?"

Sif gave her husband a suspicious glance upon hearing this. If he expected love without effort, he was mistaken. Thor was about to reveal his secret!

"Then let me give you a squeeze, alright?"

"Thor, where's the brave warrior from the arena now?"

Was this part of the plan? Thor rolled his eyes, then had a revelation.

"Sif, it's not that I'm tired. You see, with the dress and the fireworks, my mind has been racing since I decided to marry you..."

"Are you satisfied with everything today?"

Sif, sitting on her husband's lap, squeezed his shoulders. Overwhelmed with emotion, she looked into his eyes, filled with love.

"I am. I love you, my Husband. Thank you."

Thor rolled over decisively, caressing his beloved's waist with both hands and pulling her into a deep embrace.

"Sif, I've done my best. Why don't you reward your great hero?"

Sif was caught off guard by his flirtation and responded playfully.

"Okay."

Thor's spirits soared, and he made another move, speaking words that were both embarrassing and daring.

"Really? sif, remember what I told you last time? Bite!"

"What... last time?"

"Boom!" "Thor! You rascal!"

Sif finally recalled her husband's request, and she was furious! Thor's romantic gestures often led to this sort of humor, and he was swiftly kicked under the bed...

In an instant, Thor's mood plummeted. From ecstasy to agony, he now lay beneath the bed nursing his wounds in silence.

"Hehe!"

For some time, Sif saw no movement from her husband. Peering over, she found him looking pitiful, nearly laughing aloud. Well, she thought, it was just this once. She raised her wedding gown, extended her foot, and tapped Thor's forehead, then continued to sway it in front of his eyes.

"Thor, come out..."

Thor's eyes followed that tempting foot, distracted by his wife's suggestive voice. His new target was already set.

"Thor! Come out!"

Alerted by the cold tone in her voice, Thor didn't dare utter a word. Instead, he obediently crawled out from under the bed...

"That's right! Your wife will love you dearly!"

That night, Thor witnessed the birth of a riding knight and learned the ways of a husband, He was very passive . somewhat reluctantly but enjoying it all the same.