Personal Narrative: A Humorous Wedding

Tomorrow I get married. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing your veil and holding your bouquet. You were still wearing your clothes from earlier that day which made for a strange combination with the fine lace draped on your hair and the calla lilies in your hands. It was a sight to take in and, somehow, made it seem very real and frightening.
“I can’t do this,” you told your reflection. Your whole life you had been afraid of commitment, or more accurately, of making the jump to tell someone how you felt about them. Tomorrow you were scheduled to do just that in front of hundreds of people you both knew and didn’t know. Was it really worth it? Was it worth the embarrassment? Oh God. What if he says ‘no’? The thought made you feel
Noticing for the first time what he was wearing, you were a bit stunned. Knowing Loki, he preferred formal wear and his typical Asgardian garb. Today he was wearing dark wash jeans, a cozy black sweater, and a chunky knit, green, winter scarf. He caught you staring.
“I, uh… went shopping,” he said, looking at the ground while fidgeting with his hands. “I figured it best to not attract too much attention, and someone once told me that you should never show up dressed better than the bride.”
You had told him that. You remembered when you had told him that and why, and you smiled for a second, reminiscing about that day. You remembered Loki walking out to the foyer of your apartment, all bedecked in Asgardian wedding attire, stating that he was ready to accompany you to your cousin’s wedding. You remembered the joy and laughter of that day.
But that was a different time. “Why are you here?” you demanded.
“I’ve come to confess my feelings.”
“Well it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it? I’m marrying Mark
(Y/N), I still love you.”
“Loki, you can’t just come to claim me the night before my wedding! That’s not how it works!” Your frustration was coming all out at once as you struck him with your blunt sword of your words. “You don’t understand! I’ve spent thousands of dollars on tomorrow! My dress, the cake, the venue, all the guests will be waiting! I’ve spent so much time and money and effor-“
Silenced by his lips, you shut your eyes. It was like Mark and the wedding had never existed as you experienced the déjà vu kiss. Loki cradled your head with one hand and, via his magic, you saw all that you were together, in the past and future, playing through the images in your mind; images of the first time you met, your first kiss, fights, laying next to him after making love. They flashed behind your eyelids so fast that you were becoming dizzy. There was also something incredibly soft and sweet in his lips and a unique fluttering in your stomach that was unlike how you were with Mark. As you pulled away, you stared at those incredibly close green eyes, trying to steady