"Good morning, my muse."
"Good morning Loki." Tony smiled at the God.
He leaned over, then kissed him softly and laid on him with a smile.
"What are you doing today, Loki?"
"Working." Loki hummed as he traced little circles on the brunette's back.
Tony gasped as he looked at the man like he had four eyes.
Step 1;
Completely changing plans to celebrate the holiday.
"You can't celebrate Christmas by working." Tony poked him with a scoff.
"I don't celebrate Christmas, beloved."
Tony gasped then rushed away from him immediately as if he had the plague.
"Have care how you speak. Santa Clause might hear you, Lokes." He whispered in worry.
"He hears everything." He affirmed, making the God cock a brow then chuckle softly.
"I've heard of Christmas and the old feebles you Midgardians tell stories about this Saint Nick fellow." Loki chuckled.
"We just don't celebrate that holiday here." He shrugged.
"Loki! He'll give you coal if you don't keep your trap shut." Tony glared.
Loki laughed, then sat up and looked at the man curiously, "alright, then what do I do if I don't want coal?"
Tony perked up, then rushed back to the God, hopped in bed, and smiled.
"I'm gonna tell ya a story." He hummed.
"Alright." Loki smiled.
"I love hearing your stories."
"Have you ever heard of Santa Clause, Loki?"
"Yes, many times. Just this morning I've heard it a couple times." Loki hummed.
"Quit being a smartass." Tony hit him.
"I mean, the story."
"Oh, no."
"Okay, no time to waste." Tony hummed.
"Come on. We have to go by the books."
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"Clear the King's schedule for today, he is needed for something more important than himself, today." Tony hummed as he talked to the workers.
"Look, you know that I love you, Tony. I married you and I will forever cherish you." Loki affirmed.
"But you can't cancel everything for today just to tell me some feeble about a Saint that probably does not even exist."
"Loki, you said you loved me." Tony faced him immediately.
"Of course, I do." Loki nodded.
"And it's love, not loved. It's present, not past-tense."
"Right." Tony nodded.
"And you agreed to take me in sickness and in health."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Loki cocked a brow.
"I love Christmas. It's the best holiday ever." Tony smiled.
"So, this, is my sickness." He hummed.
"Okay, we need to go shopping for decorations, plates, cookies, napkins, anything. As far as the eye can see, and a little bit further," he nudged.
