Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - First Snow

        "Why won't this pathetic thing be useful?!" you hear, the yelling startling you as you read.  You throw the comforter off you and toss your book to the other side of the bed in one fluid motion.  You run down the stairs, just in time to see Loki fling something against the wall.  Realizing the situation, you fold your arms.

        "Did you try gently pressing the 'on' button?"  Hesitantly, Loki picks up the remote.  After pressing the button, noise emits from the television.  You let a smile slip from your lips.

        "Shut up," he mutters to you.

        "I'm just surprised it didn't come apart."

        "I may have glued it shut the last time," Loki admits.  You roll your eyes, which catch sight of the window.  Instant joy fills you as snowflakes flutter down from the blue sky.  You grab onto Loki's arm.

        "It's snowing!"

        "Your point?"

        "Let's go outside!"

        "I just got the television to work, (Y/N)!"  With a groan, you go back upstairs, stomping your feet along the way.  Soon, you're back downstairs, showered and dressed.  Loki still has his head in the TV, absorbed into CSI.  You stand next to him and watch the TV for a moment before snatching the remote from his hand.  He snaps his head to you, his eyes furious.

        "I did not suffer for two hours trying to figure out this stupid thing for you pathetic mortal to take it away from me.  Hand. It. Over."  Smirking, you raise your eyebrows before running outside to the backyard.  With a sigh, Loki puts on his shoes and follows you.  You give him a look as he makes his way to you.

        "Mr. Laufeyson, go back inside and put on a coat."

        "You are not my mother, and I am a Frost Giant.  I will come out here in whatever I feel like."

        "And I'm not going to explain to Director Fury that you got sick under my care.  Coat.  Now."  As Loki turns around to head back into the house, you smile triumphantly.  It had taken you weeks for Loki to even speak to you in a somewhat polite manner.  Now after four months, he was actually listening to you.  Slowly but surely, you were teaching Loki compassion, just as Director Fury wanted.

        Within a few minutes, Loki came back with a coat that met your approval.  He walked to you, hands in his pockets, scarf around his neck.

        "Admittingly," he remarks, "I do like the snow here better."

        "I thought Asgard didn't get snow."

        "I meant in comparision to Jotunheim," Loki says in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.  "Everything's so bright and welcoming here."

        "Well, if we're going to celebrate your first snow here," you say, gathering snow in your hands, "we have to do it right."  You throw a snowball, and it hits him square in the face.  He looks at you with disgust.

        "Why you little--" Another snowball hits him, and now he looks apalled.  You cover your mouth, but it doesn't help keep your laughter in.

        "That's it!" he says, starting to form a snowball in his hands.  "You want to throw snow?! Sweetheart, you need to know who you're dealing with!"

        "Bring it on, Little Prince," you taunt, throwing another snowball at him.  A fight commences, both of you chasing each other and pummeling snowballs.  He actually gets you a few times.

        "Stand still so I can crush you!" he says, getting frustrated that you keep dodging his throws.

        "You have to do better than that."

        "Oh, sweetheart, that I can."  Within seconds, images of Loki surround you.  You stop in your tracks and crouch down, bracing yourself for the strike.  You feel your back get pounded with snowballs in rapid succession.

        "Okay, okay!  You win!"  The snowballs stop, and you stand up.  The images have disappeared, leaving Loki standing in front of you with a smug grin on his face as he laughs.

        "I always win, darling."  With a smile on your face, you look behind you and then ease your way to lie on the ground.  You close your eyes, trying to prevent the snow from falling into them.  Even though you can't see, Loki looks over you with a confused expression as you move your arms and legs.

        "What are you doing?"

        "Making a snow angel."  Still puzzled, Loki lays next to you, an arm's length away.  He mimics your movements.

        "You mortals find this fun?"

        "And relaxing."  You look over at him.  "You really don't get out much, do you?"

        "I almost ruled over Midgard."

        "Yeah, that doesn't count, sweetie."  You stand up, he following you.  You both look over your creations, and you nod in approval.  After a moment of silence, you step back a few feet, lean your head back, and start to spin in a circle.  Loki laughs.

        "What are you doing now?"

        "My mother called this my 'snow dance.'  I would always do this everytime we went out in the snow."  After a thoughtful pause, he does the same, and you chuckle, not used to seeing the stubborn Jotun so loose.  He stops, grinning at you.

        "Things are so different here."

        "Why, what did they do in Asgard?"

        "Let me show you."  He takes your by your waist and directs you step by step.  Soon, you find yourself dancing all over the backyard and onto a sheet of ice.  You both fall into a pile of snow and laugh at your clumsiness.

        "Do you want to build a snowman?" you ask, the laughing dying down.  He nods.

        In the middle of building, Loki walks away and heads back to the snow angels, a few yards away.  You leave him alone, finishing up the snowman, before you go back to him.  On your tiptoes, you tap his shoulder, and he turns around.

        "Are you okay?"

        "Of course, I'm okay, you mortal.  Now where is this 'snowman' we were making?"  He takes your hand and starts to walk you over, but as you two walk, you glance over your shoulder and see that he wrote both of your initials together in the snow.  You smile as you turn back around.

        "It's not that impressive," Loki said once you both got to the snowman.  It was only half your height, and it had a rock as a nose instead of a carrot.

        "Well, my help ditched me for the snow angels."

        He smiles, taking off his scarf and wrapping it around the snowman's head.  You smile, for it did make it look better.

        "What's next on '(Y/N)'s Fun List?'"

        "Getting hot chocolate from inside," you remark, leading him back in.  When you go back inside, you both shed your coats and take off your shoes.  Loki sits on the counter as you cook abuelitas, Mexican hot chocolate.

        "Why not tea?"

        "If you want tea, then you can make it yourself."  Loki smiles as you sass him.

        "I'm starting to rub off on you."

        "No, you're just agitating it."  You pour the hot chocolate into mugs and hand one to him.  You both go to the living room.  You snuggle into a blanket and stare into the flames.  Loki looks at you.

        "There's still snowflakes on your eyelashes," you hear him whisper.  You turn to him, and he places a soft kiss on your lips.  "Thank you for today."

        "See, and you only wanted to watch TV," you say, placing the remote onto the coffee table.

        "Maybe I'll make an exception for your snow days."