Daddy's Little Princess

||• Snow Day•||

It was a beautiful sunny morning and you were currently busy with some housecleaning, while Loki was keeping your daughter, Amara, otherwise occupied. He had decided that since it was such a lovely day he would take her outside for some fresh air and burn off the little bit of extra energy she had built up from being cooped-up indoors too long.  He picks her up and carries her over to a chair, setting her down to put on her coat, boots , mitts and beanie hat, and then dresses himself up in his coat afterwards. He then takes her little hand into his, and heads out the front door with her, moving just slowly enough so that she can go down the stairs without slipping. Once they reach the ground, Loki lets go of her hand and stays close to her while she runs around in the snow for a brief moment and then kneels down onto the ground, gathering some snow into her delicate, little hands.

"What are you doing sweetie," Loki sweetly asks her, kneeling down to be on her level.

She smirks slightly, and lets out a cute little giggle before throwing the snowball she had made at her father, with it landing on his chest. He chuckles softly while pulling her into his embrace tickling her, and then letting her go to gather up some snow into his hand, gently tossing it at her as she runs from him giggling away with sheer excitement. They both continue to toss snowballs at each other while running around the yard, both of them laughing rather loudly out of pure enjoyment. As you're finishing up with the dishes from the lunch you had made earlier, you hear the shrill sounds of their laughter and decide to go see what all of the excitement is about, drying off your hands and then putting your winter clothing on. You step out of the door, closing it behind you and then look out from the steps to see Loki and Amara playfully running around the yard and throwing snowballs at each other, the very sight of it making you smile to yourself.

Suddenly, you can't help but laugh a little when Amara had thrown another snowball that almost knocked Loki down onto his butt, covering your mouth with a hand in an attempt to stifle the sound. It turned out to not do you any good, because Loki had heard your laugh, and turned to look over at you with a smirk on his face. He kneels down and begins to gather up some snow into his hands, throwing the newly formed snowball at you afterwards. The snowball lands on your thigh, causing you to look at him with a look that says, 'oh really now?'

You step down onto the ground, and walk towards him, smiling softly at him. Loki moves closer to Amara and gently places his hand on her back.

"Let's get mommy," Loki whispers to her, as he leans towards her and gathers up some more snow in his hands, throwing it at you and having it land on your hip.

Amara lets out a loud giggle, as you throw a snowball of your own at Loki and hitting him on his chest with it. She soon joins in on the fun, running up to you and throwing snow onto your leg, running back to hide behind her father afterwards. You try to sneak up behind them, but Loki senses you there and grabs a handful of snow, using one of his clones to dump it down the opening of your coat, making you shiver just a little.

"Loki!" you shriek out as the cool sensation goes down your neck, and flowing throughout your body.

Amara looks at the funny expression that's on your face as your mouth gapes open at the shock of the snow, and chuckles in amusement.

"Our daughter thinks it funny my dear," Loki smugly shrugs, continuing to gather more snow into his hands.

You smirk at him, and then make another snowball. You go up to your daughter and whisper something to her, making her smile and giggle a bit. The two of you then sneak up to Loki, coming up behind him and pelting him with the snowballs each of you had in your hand. He slowly turns around, a soft smile on his face, and carefully pulls the two of you down onto him.

"Got you my girls," he chuckles, as he lands on the ground, his hair slightly falling out of place around his face and on the snow.

He peppers a bunch of kisses all over Amara's little rosy cheeks, causing her to giggle infectiously, and then turns his attention to you, kissing your cheeks and then your lips. Suddenly, the most unexpected thing happens, shocking both you and Loki, as Amara crawls up a little closer to him and presses a soft kiss onto her fathers cheek. Loki immediately gets teary-eyed at the sweet gesture, and then looks over at you, having the same expression on your face.

"Dada," she coos, as she snuggles up into the crook of his neck, beginning to feel sleepy from all of the fresh air and activity that she just had.

You softly smile at the sight, as you roll yourself off of Loki, getting up off the ground. Loki follows suit, and holds onto Amara as he gets up, not wanting her to fall. Loki looks to see if she's asleep yet, and notices that she's not far off from giving in to her fatigue.

"Sweetie, give mommy a kiss before we go inside," Loki whispers to her, just loud enough for you to barely hear.

She perks her eyes open upon hearing her father's soothing voice and gives him a small, tired smile, as if she was silently agreeing with his request. He turns around so that Amara is closer to you, and leans over making it easier for her to reach you. You lean in as well, helping your daughter out and soon feel her delicate lips making contact with your cheek, making you smile softly at her as she pulls away.

"Mama," she quietly coos, as she falls asleep in her father's embrace.

You look over at Loki with an expression of both awe and disbelief, with tears forming in your eyes at what you just heard.

"She loves me too," you softly say, just barely audible.

"Of course she does sweetheart," Loki consoles you, wiping the tears away with his thumb and smiling sweetly at you, " let's lay her down and I'll make you some of your favourite tea," he says, looking at Amara and then back at you.

"That sounds very nice," you agree, heading inside with him.

After Loki lays Amara down in her bed, he covers her up with her favourite Hello Kitty fluffy blanket and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, leaving the room shortly after and then goes into the kitchen to make you a cup of peppermint tea. Once it's done brewing, he brings into the living room, where you were snuggled up on the couch with Angel, the fluffy white Persian kitten you had got Amara for her birthday a while ago, who was content sleeping on your chest and quietly purring away. He stops in front of you, and looks down at the kitten, smirking softly to himself.

"That's one of my favourite spots too," he says aloud, causing you to look up at him with a loving look of derision.

He lightly chuckles and then hands you your tea, pressing a kiss to your lips once he's sure the cup is secure in your hands. Just as he's pulling away from the kiss, you grab a cushion and whack him with it, causing him to give you a look of confusion.

"What was that for," he asks in bemusement, arching a brow at you.

"That was for that comment," you chuckle, giving him a smug smirk, and then taking a sip of your tea.

"Oh you know it's true darling," he coos, sitting down beside you and looking deeply into your eyes.

"Just shut up and massage my feet," you smirk, lifting your legs up over his lap, taking another sip of your tea and then giving him a soft, puppy-like expression.

"Alright, my dear."