Hello, Darling. (Loki Imagines/One-shots)

Snowball Fight

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 734

Prompt: "Snowball Fight"

Synopsis: You decide to throw a snowball at the trickster god. What else should happen but a full-fledged snowball fight amongst the Avengers?

A/N: Ok so I have recuperate from tech week (somewhat) and I'm actually doing this December challenge thing where there's 31 winter-y prompts I collected from different lists! This one was "Snowball Fight."

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White snow coated the grounds where you and the Avengers stood. Despite your better judgment, you made sure that nobody was watching before reaching down and scooping some snow up in your hands.

You bunched the snow up to make a snowball, eyes scooping over the Avengers to pick out your target. The God of Mischief caught your eye, and he narrowed his eyes at you. "What-" He began, but you didn't give him a chance to speak before hurling the ball straight at him.

It hit him square in the chest, and he looked at you in shock. You grinned in triumph, watching as the others turned to look at what was unfolding.

Unfortunately for you, Loki grinned right back at you, except in a much more mischievous way. Uh oh, you thought, that can't be good.

Loki bent down, forming a much bigger snowball with his hands. You gulped and ran the opposite way, but Loki teleported right in front of you, causing you to freeze in place. "Now, Loki, we can talk about this-"

Just like you had done, he didn't let you finish. He threw the snowball right at your face.

Of course, he didn't throw it hard, he would never hurt you, but he did make it to where the snow made your face unfathomably cold. You raised your mittened hands to wipe the snow off of your face, looking at him in shock.

Before you could even think to respond to his attack, another snowball was launched at Loki. You turned around to see Natasha, smiling. "That's for hitting Mishka."

After that, all hell broke loose. Tony caught some of the snowball spirit and pelted one at Steve, who returned several more. Clint hit everyone he could with precise aim. You and Loki took turns throwing and dodging snowballs that were increasingly growing in size.

Eventually, the Avengers were split up into two unofficial teams. Your team and Loki's team-although, not many on Loki's side were really there in support of Loki, they just found themselves on the receiving end of your snowballs.

On your side of the battle you had Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Wanda, and Sam. On Loki's side of the snow there was Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Vision. Clint was somewhere in the middle, on his own team, hitting everyone else.

Sam had made a little snow wall for you to duck down behind to avoid being pelted with snowballs, and you and he worked on making several snowballs so you could attack all at once.

You called over the other members of your team, letting them know you were going to give it your best all at once. Everyone made their snowballs, and on the count of three, you directed them to start shooting at Loki and his group.

They were caught by surprise, and a particularly large snowball knocked Thor to the ground. Natasha had thrown that one, and she had some serious force behind her throws. Who would have thought the Red Room would prepare her for future snowball fights?

Regaining their composure, your opponents began to return their all as well. You caught Loki using his magic to make snowballs, so you allowed Wanda to use her's to make it fair.

Suddenly, an idea slipped through your mind. You whispered to Natasha and Wanda, who nodded and went to cause a distraction.

You made a large, sturdy snowball and slipped past the others and behind Loki's side. You spotted Loki with his back turned towards you, and smirked.

With nobody on his side spotting you, you ran towards Loki at full speed and jumped on his back, tackling him to the ground. "Hrmph," he grunted, and you shoved your snowball down his jacket front.

He yelped into the snow, caught off guard, and you raised your hands in victory. "Aha! Victory!"

There was a ceasefire as both sides looked to you sitting atop the trickster god. As you were about to force him to admit defeat, he used his weight to flip your positions so you were now below him. Your neck met the frosty welcome of the ground, and he looked down at you with a smirk on his face.

"Cat got your tongue? You were so eager to announce your victory mere seconds ago." He said, teasing you.

You huffed. "Fine." You grumbled. "Perhaps we can call it a draw."