Fluff
Summary: You braid Loki's hair.
"What are you doing dove?" Loki's asks as he steps into our room.
"Braiding my hair" I smile and turn to face him.
"Why?" He questions.
"Not everything needs a reason love, I have nothing better to do and it's quite fun" I laugh and stand up as I tie the rubber band in my hair keeping the braid in place.
I wrap my arms around his neck reaching up and placing a small kiss on his lips.
"In fact..." I brush through Loki's long hair out of his face "yours is long enough" A small smirk growing on my face.
"Make sense of what your saying dove" he gives me a peculiar look.
"Your hair's long enough to braid" I elaborate.
I grab onto his hand and pull him onto the chair I was once sitting in. I spin the chair around to face away from me and grab a hair tie and a brush.
"My mother used to braid her hair, or rather other people did" Loki sighed.
"Do you miss it?" I ask as I start tying his hair together.
"Miss what?" He questions.
"Your life, on Asgard" I emphasize.
"Sometimes, but I must say I have grown quite fond of Midgard and the people" he laughs.
"Do you think you'll go back one day?" I continue to ask.
"I'm not sure, would you go with me?" He query's
"Of course I would.." I smile "and~ done" I kiss the top of his head before he gets up and faces me.
I pick up the small standing mirror on the table and flip it so Loki can see himself.
"You are quite talented dove" Loki smiles inspecting his hair.
"You flatter me love" I smile and he takes the mirror from my hand and sets it down before placing a delicate kiss on my lips.
