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It was a quiet morning on Midgard. These were the mornings that you loved the most. It sometimes tricked you into thinking you were back at Alfheim. But maybe that had something to due with the way you tampered with the atmosphere. The little cottage you lived in was in a clearing in the middle of a forest; slightly overgrown with a myriad (myriad, nice) of vibrant wild flowers, along with a lovely little creek that flowed behind your house. Walking into the kitchen, you watered your plants while waiting for your coffee to brew. You heard the door open, but didn’t move since you knew who it was.
“I’m in the kitchen darling!” You heard footsteps approach you, then felt arms wrap around your waist. “You’re home earlier than I thought you would be,” You told Loki as you turned your head to kiss his cheek. He gave a slightly pained grunt, so you turned around to look at his face. “Oh love,” You sighed in reference to the little cuts and bruises scattered about his face. Gently, you moved your hand to cup his face. You focused on the light fluttering in through the window over the sink, feeling it flow through your being. Concentrating on his wounds, you felt the light transfer through your fingers, filtering the healing power to his cuts.
After a few seconds he turned his face to kiss your palm. “It amazes me how you do that,” his lips tickled as he spoke against your hand. Your hand dropped and you turned back around to pour two cups of coffee. Handing one to him, you started walking outside with him trailing behind you.
The day was turning out to be beautiful, not too hot and not too cold. All the flowers in your backyard were in full bloom. Most of them Midgardian wild flowers, but some from Alfheim and Asgard were mixed in. They were a piece of home away from home, and looked beautiful in the bouquets you assembled.
“So my elf queen, what are your plans for the day?” Loki asked as you started picking the colorful plants.
You pointed to an oak tree nearby, “Sit down and find out.” He offered his signature smirk and sat with his back against the tree. Once you were satisfied with the amount of flowers you walked over to your beloved. Gently, you kicked his outstretched legs, “move please.”
You settled down in between his legs with your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you even closer. Setting his chin on your shoulder, he watched as you gently rubbed your fingers along the stems making them appear thicker.
“Darling, you still haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
You started weaving the stems together. “We’re making flower crowns!” He simply rolled his eyes and you chuckled. While you worked there was gentle conversation along with stolen kisses. When you were done you placed a preservation charm on them. He reached his arm out and grabbed the slightly more feminine one.
Gently he placed it on your head, “My beautiful flower queen.” You turned around and placed the second crown on his head.
“I crown you Loki,” You quickly pecked his lips, “king of my heart.” He gave you a genuine smile and pulled you in for a real kiss. He then kissed a line from your lips to your ear.
“I think I quite like that title,” he whispered, hugging you closer to his body.