Asgardian weddings are not the same as Christian weddings in many ways. Their tradition of 'the best man' is different. He is to be the armed person protecting the bride, since the bride and groom exchange blades and go largely unarmed save at specific points.
There is also no simple, brief speech. Instead, his job is to boast, and to relate the legend of the groom... his sister.
And so he begins, deep enough into his cups even for him, full of enchanted liquor to hit even the most invulnerable stamina... making the tale all the more rambling and entertaining to be sure.
Some of the touch points seem reasonable enough. Defense against the legions of the dead. Giants slain. The wildly exaggerated story of her first dragon... as if to indicate that there were many more, and that was just a stepping stone.
And then comes the wild and expected exaggeration... the tale of the next dragon, and the next. Tales of maidens rescued (and bedded), the fairest of which, of course, is his sister's new wife... whose beauty he extolls upon just as much as he verifies her absolute virtue - after all, rescuing maidens is far more dramatic and traditional.
Though he's not the storyteller Aridis is, it still goes on for two hours, including answering questions, losing track (intentionally or no is hard to tell) so he can go back and edit details to make them even bigger. Somewhere in the process the Lady General has saved Asgard a couple times virtually solo, and in marrying Vernique, she's breaking the heart of thousands of other ladies throughout both Asgard and Midgard.
Throughout, his drinking horn is refilled (and re-emptied) a few more times over, once more before he finally finishes and salutes the new couple.
"To Svalin... all hail the Goddess of Hope!"
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