Tom Hiddleston one shot/drabble collection

Christmas is nothing special (Loki and Astrid one shot)

A/N: Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year with this Christmas special one shot!

This one shot is looking into the future events of my story Divided Love, as it's one way to say I haven't completely abandoned the story, and that I am still thinking of ideas. I've just been busy writing one shots, prompt requests and I wanted to get Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? finished (which you know I managed back in October). So I hope those who have started reading Divided Love are happy to see what's in store and those who haven't read any currently available chapters will also enjoy this Christmas special too. I honestly can't wait to continue with Divided Love as there's loads of ideas swirling around in my brain and in my notes on my phone.

Also apologise for the lengthy read, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless 😊 x

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Summary: Loki dislikes all Christmas festivities and all the merriment that comes with it, despite each year Thor tries to convince him otherwise. This year however Baron Halvar crashes in on their Christmas and his mere presence further dampens Loki's sour mood. The brute of a man belittles Loki just like he has always done, but also as Loki sees his Brother drooling all over the love of his life it pains him deeply, knowing they are to marry next summer.

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Loki sat on the floor cross-legged in his usual corner away from all the festivities and the merriment. Christmas was never his thing, mostly because it never felt any different to any other day, it wasn't special nor magical to him. Who could really blame him? After all the focus was on his Oaf of a brother as normal, Odin's favourite son, Asgard's favourite son even. He just wouldn't care if Christmas ceased to exist, because all he actually liked was the mulled mead, while everything else he deemed to be tedious. Despite year after year Thor attempts to prove him otherwise, which would only increase Loki's dislike towards the holiday. Although he wouldn't put it past Thor to try yet again this year to get him to change his mind about Christmas.

Also just like any other day Odin was ignoring Loki completely, no surprise there, and Frigga would occasionally smile in his direction and she'd often try to engage him in the conversations. Not that Loki would say much as most of his responses were dismissive grunts. Albeit he couldn't complain that she wasn't trying. Plus Loki only ever receives one gift at Christmas and for his birthday, another reason why he felt un-special and jealous over the huge amount Thor got. Frigga always gives him his gift and she'd include Odin and Thor on the tag, but Loki knew better, they were always just from her really. Although he was enterally grateful to her and her kind heart.

Several minutes later the mulled mead was brought in and an assortment of nuts and grapes still on their vines. Loki was quick to swipe the mead served on the golden platter, then he took two large gulps and finished it, before signaling the servant back over with the loud clatter of his goblet on the floor whilst he shouted "another." The mead was definitely a way to numb his sour mood and he planned on getting drunk before the night was out like every year. Plus he deemed it necessary after a long day of interactions with the town's people and other dull traditions, before they all settle down in the overly decorated lounging area for 'family time.'

Frigga sighed as she watched Loki down his second mulled mead and then he was quickly handed a third, but before he could even take another gulp Thor's juvenile giggling and huge grin plastered across his face distracted him. The sickening joyfulness left a taste of bitterness in Loki's mouth and his face always scrunched up with disgust at the sight.

"Such a child." Loki scuffed around the rim of his goblet before taking a gulp.

"Loki!" Frigga warned in the form of a whisper, as she hastily made her way over to him with a green wrapped gift with a gold bow on top. He rolled his eyes because of course she heard him. She then sat down next to him and gave him his Christmas present, although he took a moment longer than usual before accepting it from her, once he placed his mulled mead down next to him on the floor.