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“It’s too cold! Come back!”
She ignored Loki’s call completely. Snow. There was actually snow outside. White, cold, fluffy, and so unbelievably and perfectly cold to her touch. Snow.
“I swear to all gods, this woman will be the end of me.” Muttered Loki grabbing a hat, a scarf and a thick jacket and stepping outside into their garden, which happened to morph overnight and was now presenting as a Winter Wonderland.
Few pots of flowers that they owned – and which they both failed to keep alive (the flowers, not the pots) – were now completely covered in white fluff, along with young fruit trees and bushes surrounding the fence of the garden.
The God of Mischief felt the shivers as cold, morning air moved around his body and creeped under the thin shirt he had on. Winter indeed came early this year, and it seemed to want to recompense for the lack of chilly weather the year before.
He didn’t really mind it; the thing that bothered him quite a bit was a sight of his lover jumping around in the piles of snow wearing nothing but shorts, a t-shirt and heavy waterproof boots that she had put on in three seconds without even trying to tie them before bolting out of the house.
He rushed to her and put the hat on her all the way down to her nose which, as he expected, made her slow down her euphoric dances and he managed to add the jacket. The scarf, however, was ripped out of his hands as she grabbed it and threw it over his head, laughing like crazy. She pulled the scarf and made Loki lean into her as she kissed him sweetly. He could still feel a smile on her lips, and when he pulled away her eyes were sparkling with childish joy.
“It’s been snowing, Loki. Look!” She tried to free herself from his embrace but her held her closer to his chest, putting both of his arms around her waist and raising her slightly above the ground.
“You’ll get sick if you stay here like this.” He muttered as she tried to wiggle herself free.
“Oh, come on, put me down you Trickster, I have so many important things to do. I’ve been waiting for a snow day for so long!”
“How about we get breakfast first, hm? And perhaps some actual clothes? I’m certain the snow will wait for you for those 30 minutes.” He put her on the ground put didn’t let her out of his arms still.
She pouted like a little girl, but then a particularly cold gust of wind hit her bare legs and sent shivers up her spine.
“After long and deliberate consideration I will accept your kind offer of warm breakfast. But, you have to promise to join me outside later, alright?”
Loki smirked and scooped her up in his arms, marching back into the warmth of their house.
“You do not want to know what I’m capable of when it’s cold, darling.”