Loki one shots

Tis the season Pt2

Christmas Eve. Since Thor and Loki came from Asgard, we've hung ornaments on the tree, stayed up late watching Steve's old Christmas movies and criticizing them. Everyone opened Thor's presents he brought. Most of them were crystals or what Thor considered to be "festive". Loki was out more. Not locked is the spare room, he was participating, if you will.

I would see him outside walking, not blending in at all with his signature green and black. I have no idea what was going on in his mind, or why he decided to act like he enjoyed being on earth. Maybe he wasn't acting. He might be genuinely happy. Over all he seems softer, more safe to be around. We where on the main couch together after everyone was asleep. We've found we both stay up late, pacing, mumbling.

"Hold on." I explained as I got up to get my gift from my room apron my deck. When I got back, he was standing, hands behind his back with a little smile. He looks so put together, and then you see me in my pajamas and uneven fluffy socks. I hold up the dagger and question, "Why is it so light?" He muffled his amusement as my question. " Because, it was merely from another realm." " You could MERELY, say it was made with different materials." "Why do you mock me?" He replied with a confused expression. "You mock us, why not me to you?"

Loki decided to step forward so that we where at most one foot apart. "You never do things like this." Loki tilts his head just enough to make butterflies form in my stomach. "Give things," I go on. "Never putting others before you. Why the change of mind." I catch is eyes, no longer looking at me, but my lips. Continuing his line of gaze, he responds, "I have always put others first, But I always act differently. Like the ones I put first don't and will never mater to me. I never want them to see me. How I actually am, how I-."

"Blue?" I cut off questioning. His eyes glide up to mine. "How you really are, blue. Your finger tips and neck when you came here, you were blue. Why?" He looks perplexed, and fearful of my questions. "I- Laufeyson." "What?" He takes a deep breath, and explains. "Laufeyson is my birth name, last name." I was born in a winter realm and taken when I was only days old. Admitting it makes me sick, but Odin saved me and I am the son of a frost giant." The look of defeat spreads across his face.

"The whole point of me being how I am, dark, lone, and keep to me is because I dislike who I am, really." "But you don't hate it. You don't like it but you don't hate it." "I think." I tilt my head down to pear at the dagger. I smile. "Thank you for telling me." "I didn't want to." "You must have some faith in me, because you told me." "Oh darling, I have more then faith in you." He adds while nodding to the dagger.

I look at his hand, see it's turning darker, colder. I take it, and guide him to my bed. By the time we are there, only his face is left. I get in first and he follows. Once we are both layed on the bed I turn away from him, place his hand on my stomach and hold it there. It's cold, and had ridges that have never been there before. From what I gathered, Loki doesn't let people see him like this, so I am giving him privacy and comfort. A soft thank you comes from his hand, as it relaxes and his his head resting on the back of mine.

I look at the clock, 12:00 exactly. Christmas came, and so did warmth from the cold.