Loki Oneshots (Requests Open :D)

Scheming in a Winter Wonderland (Loki X GN!Reader)

TW: None
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The harsh sound of branches hitting against my window awakens me from my deep sleep. I slowly blink open my eyes and stretch out my arms, only to quickly pull them back underneath the covers when the frigid air touches my skin. This is the first morning since winter began where I'm too cold to get out of bed. Why is it so chilly in my bedroom?

The cold is forgotten as soon as I glance out my window. White flurries of snow are steadily falling, forming piles around the base of my house. I fling the covers off of me and race out of my bedroom, my legs getting tangled in my blankets on my way out. Grabbing my phone, I hastily dial Loki's number. The phone only rings once before I hear Loki greet me from the other side of the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Loki, I have an emergency. How fast can you get here?" I question him through the phone.

Before I even have time to process what's happening, Loki's in front of me, holding my shoulders in a firm but gentle grip. "What's wrong? Are you injured, sick? Did your cat die?" he frantically interrogates me.

"What? No, I'm fine, and so is Maya," I quickly assure him. As if to prove my point, my orange and white tabby cat wraps herself around his legs.

"Then what's wrong, darling?" Loki wonders, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Nothing's wrong, Loki. It's snowing!" I exclaim, pointing to the window, where snow can still be seen dancing around in the cold winter air.

Loki blinks a couple of times before slowly removing his hands from my shoulders. "While I'm glad you're alright, the fact that it's snowing outside hardly constitutes as an emergency," he states, glaring at me with a disapproving look.

"It is an emergency, Loki. It's snowing outside, and we're in here," I point out in exasperation.

"Exactly. We're nice and warm inside while the harsh winds and freezing snow are outside," Loki reminds me. "I don't see how that's a problem."

"It's a problem because we can't make snow angels, have snowball fights, or build a snowman from inside," I exclaim.

Loki starts spluttering in indignation. "I'm not going outside while it's snowing just to make snow angels with you, darling."

"Alright. It's such a pity, though, that I'll have to drink the hot chocolate all by myself," I tut.

Snapping his head toward me, Loki questions, "What hot chocolate?"

"Well, I planned on making us hot chocolate when we come back inside after enjoying the marvelous snowy weather, but if I'm the only one going outside, then I'm the only one who needs hot chocolate," I tell him, a sly grin on my face. "Too bad. The hot chocolate's salted caramel flavored, too."

Ever since I found out that there isn't candy or many sweet things on Asgard, I always use sweet treats to bribe Loki whenever I want him to do something, and most of the time it works. Loki glances at me for a few seconds, an annoyed expression on his face, before face palming. He sighs before shaking his head in surrender, causing a large smile to make its way onto my face. "Fine, I'll go outside and play in the snow with you," he agrees. He snaps his fingers and a fluffy black jacket, a black pair of snow pants, black snow boots, a red scarf and hat, and black gloves appear on my body. "You're not allowed to freeze, though," he tells me. Snapping his fingers once again, a pair of black and green snow pants, a green jacket, black snow boots, and black gloves suddenly materialize on him. I happily hum before opening my kitchen door and stepping outside.

The frigid winds immediately whip against my face. The snow continues to quickly fall, landing on my face. It melts within seconds, which causes water to drip into my eyes. The outdoors almost looks like my own personal Winter Wonderland. Blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I make my way over to my yard, which is now covered in a thick blanket of snow and start making a snow angel. "Come on, Loki," I encourage, waving him over with my hand.

"If it'll make you happy, I suppose I'll demean myself by rolling around in the snow like a bumbling idiot," Loki sighs, trudging over to me.

"Hey! I'll have you know, I take offense to that!" I shout in indignation. Loki laughs before dropping down onto the snow next to me. Together, we begin to make snow angels, and when we finish, they look as if they're holding hands.

"Let's have a snowman competition," I suggest, already heading over to an open area, where I can roll snow to create my snowman's body.

"I don't see how mortals find this amusing," Loki comments, "but that won't stop me from winning this competition."

For the next half hour, Loki and I work really hard on building our snowmen. My snowman has eyes and a mouth made of small pebbles, a carrot nose, a plain blue scarf, and a pink hat with snowflakes covering him. After I'm completely satisfied with my snowman, I spin around to see how Loki's doing on his. Any words I might have had, die on my tongue once I see Loki's creation. Instead of a simple snowman like we were supposed to be doing, he made an entire snow sculpture of himself, complete with his horned helmet. "What the..."

"Oh, hey, Y/n. I'm just finishing up my snowman," Loki says with a chuckle.

"T-Th-That is not a snowman!" I splutter.

"So you admit that I won this little competition?" Loki asks, gesturing toward his snow sculpture.

"No way!" I exclaim in offense. "I'm the one who actually followed the rules and..." I squeal in surprise when a snowball hits me directly in the forehead. I slowly lift my arm and wipe the snow out of my eyes before glaring at the person who threw the snowball.

Loki bursts into laughter but immediately stops once he sees a malicious grin appear on my face. Picking up a small pile of snow, I compress it together before sending it flying toward Loki. He dodges just in time to avoid a snowball to the face. "I'll get you for that, darling," Loki promises as he begins chasing after me.

Another hour of flinging snowballs at each other leaves me soaking wet. I barely notice, though, because of how much fun I'm having. Loki and I eventually get to the point where we're too tired to continue throwing snowballs. We flop down in the snow next to each other and convulse with laughter, our voices full of joy.

Not long after, we go back inside, and I change into a dry pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt before making Loki and I a cup of hot chocolate. "I know I can be unbearable sometimes, Loki, so I really appreciate you spending your day playing in the snow with me," I thank my boyfriend, who is happily sipping his cup of hot chocolate.

"You're not unbearable at all, darling. Besides, I quite enjoyed playing outdoors in the snow with you," he tells me. A small smile suddenly graces his features as he whispers in my ear, "I still won the snowman competition, though, my dear."