Avengers Imagines

Loki - Midgardian Christmas

I feel like I've written enough Christmas imagines for a long time. Here's the last of the Christmas special! I really hope you guys enjoyed the series of Christmas-themed imagines because I enjoyed writing them. Happy holidays!
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"So what's it like here?" Loki asks you as you walk down the street from the DVD rental store.

"It's probably nothing compared to Christmas in Asgard, to be honest. It's just Christmas trees and a lot of hot chocolates and eggnogs." You point towards a Starbucks,"That place serves really good Christmas drinks, so we can check it out if you want."

"I'm good," he replies, putting his hands in the air in surrender. "I think that was the most pancakes I've eaten in one sitting, in my whole life," he adds, chuckling. "Can I ask, though? Why the rental place?"

"Eh, it's just something kinda old-fashioned that I like to do during this time of the year. It reminds me of my parents," you say, your tone getting sadder with each word. "But anyway," you dismiss the emotions building up inside you,"it's a nice way to know Earth, too."

He nods in understanding, kicking some snow with his boots. "We don't get a lot of snow in Asgard."

"Really? I thought Asgard had a lot of snow," you think out loud. "We're here!" you announce, stopping in front of your parents' doorstep and unlocking the door with a spare key they gave you when you moved out.

"This place is lovely," Loki says, amazed. "I love how homey this looks." He feels his heart doubling in size, knowing that you trust him enough for you to bring him to somewhere as special as your old home.

"Y/N! You're home!" Your mother wraps you in a bone-crushing hug as soon as she sees you, and your dad stands next to her, shaking Loki's hand. "Oh, honey, you're glowing! Is it because of him? Is it?" She grins widely, the crinkles in the corner of her eyes becoming apparent.

"Hush, mom. He's right there!" you playfully scold her in a whisper, and you both giggle excitedly.

"I'm so glad you're back! I made your favorites," she continues, the smile never once disappearing from her face.

"Did you really?" Your eyes widen in surprise, earning an ecstatic nod from her. "Aw, mom, thank you!"

"There's nothing to thank for here, hun. It's a special day and my favorite kid came home!"

"I'm your only kid, mom," you tell her, rolling your eyes jokingly. "But hey, I'll take what I can get."

"I'll give you both time to unpack. Tell me or dad if you both need anything, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, mom!"

"Loki, come with me. I'll give you a tour of the house!" she exclaims, and Loki follows her with a grin, matching her enthusiasm.

Your mom walks around the house, pointing at pictures and flowers and the large Christmas tree beside the couch in the living room, with Loki following her around like a puppy. She seems to like him.

"Welcome home, kiddo!" Your dad greets you in a hug (because your parents just really like hugging people), placing a kiss on your forehead. "I talked to him. He's a keeper," he tells you. "He's a pretty cool guy."

"Thanks, dad." You hug him a bit tighter before letting go to go to your old bedroom to unpack.

Loki's halfway done when you walk in, and as soon as he sees you, he smiles. "Your parents are the best, aside from you, of course," he says, walking over to you and meting you in a kiss. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"I'm glad you're here with me. This place has a special place in my heart," you say truthfully.

"I can see why," he motions towards the living room, where your parents are fixing the details on the tree. "They raised someone who has my whole heart."

"You have my whole heart, too." You press your lips against his again.

His hands run through your hair and you sigh into the kiss.

"I'm surprised neither of your parents came in," he whispers against your lips when you pull away for air. "They're usually the ones who ruin moments for the main characters in movies," he kids.

"That's true," you agree.

You both fall silent as you concentrate on unpacking your belongings. Your insides feel warm even when it's cold on the outside, and you know that it's because you have Loki here with you.

He won't tell you that he feels the same. He can feel the warmth spreading from the pit of his stomach to his whole body, despite being a frost giant. He won't tell you that you melt his 'wasteland of an ice-cold heart', as he described it, at least not yet. If he's completely honest, he's terrified of losing you. He knows that he's falling for a Midgardian, hard, and that means that he'll be there to see you fall from grace.

You're the only thing in his life that's always been constant, his love for you grows deeper and deeper every day.

You notice the quietness from the other side of the room, where Loki is unpacking. The absence of the noise from things being moved or even stacks of clothes being put on the bed worries you. "Loki?" you call out. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay," he replies sitting on the bed and turning to you.

You sit on the bed, too.

"Christmas really is the best time of the year."

"Where'd that come from?" you ask, smiling.

"I dunno. I just feel so... loved. Your parents welcomed me so warmly, and you've always cared for me," he pauses, collecting his thoughts. "I guess I'm just not used to it, you know? But so far, it feels nice - really nice, actually." He reaches out for your hand, and you let him take it. He places a kiss on the back of it. "Thank you for this, love. You know my father hasn't always been the kindest, and if I had to go through all the emotional and physical abuse just to meet you, I would. You mean the world to me."

Your heart aches hearing him say that. You have no idea what to reply, nor do you want to say anything when you feel a lump in your throat. So, you kiss him instead.

You're both quiet again for a moment, appreciating each other's presence.

"So, how about that Starbucks?" you ask suddenly, eager to show him one of the many good things in life.

He grins. "Lead the way, my love."