Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

This whole event had him in knots. In the beginning Tyrian had thought this would be a simply ceremony at the end of a simple set of preparations. He'd learned very quickly just how wrong he was when he'd suggested a wedding date that just so happened to be during the wrong phase of the moon. His suggestion had been shot down quickly and he'd been given a cold, abbreviated lesson about some goddess named Freya, Freida, Frodo or something like that and her special blessing days. At a certain point he'd realized that he just needed to stand back and let the vikings do the planning. The only time he intervened was when he disagreed with the proceedings. They didn't know it, but his brother and nephew were lucky he'd gone to bat for them on a couple of occasions.

Then, because one nitpicky wolf wasn't enough, he'd asked Valentine to officiate since he was the patriarch and he thought the vikings would appreciate it. That had been a laugh and a half. Tyrian had spent the better part of a day first convincing the old man to do it and then listening to him whinge about anything and everything he found worth critiquing. Which was literally everything. Finally Valentine had been wrangled into some semblance of a decent senior citizen.

Now, wedding day, everything was coming together.

When summoned he made his way to the front with all of the required artifacts and gifts.  He stood beside Jupiter so that the man was between him and the women. Once in place he set down the wedding arm bands he'd been carrying in his mouth and shrugged off the ornate bags that carried the "gifts" for the Finnvi family. It was only then that he stole a glance over at the other wedding party. Valkyrie, of course, he knew, but the small, mismatched woman at her side he did not. She was to be Jupiter's wife? Oh boy. He dared a glance at Jupiter to see if he'd noticed his bride-to-be yet. It wasn't that she was unattractive, just peculiar and small, and certainly at odds with the massive, brightly colored man who was to be her husband. Jupiter had been expecting a warrior; another mad bear woman to chase him around the knolls and fuck him into the ground. What he was getting appeared to be a toothy pixie. No. Oh, no. He remembered one of his first conversations with Valkyrie. Not a pixie. A witch.

It took everything he had not to worry his lip. He was counting on this deal to secure solid trade with the Hjarrandi and if Jupiter made a scene and offended them Tyrian had no doubt the band would walk. A rift could very well start a feud and while the pack had fended the band off once he'd gotten to know Valkyrie well enough to know she'd be a thorn in his side until she was satisfied wrongs had been righted and her family had been avenged. He fixed a muted, warning look on the side of Jupiter's head because he knew the moment the man noticed his bride, his eyes would snap to Tyrian.