Strangefrost Oneshots

part eleven ~ loki and stephen, forever (1)

The roof of the New York Sanctum Sanctorum was a haven. After Loki had moved in, he'd decided to liven up the place. He'd spent hours swirling his magic about the rooms, creating beautiful walls of ivy strewn with delicate blue flowers outside; little prickly succulents scattering the windowsills inside, along with a large draping fern gracing the entrance hall; and a wide variety of pots hanging from an intricate wooden roofed structure he'd conjured on the top of the Sanctum.

Insisting he do something too, Stephen had bought some antique furniture for the roof. A couple of loungers, a loveseat and lots and lots of fluffy, comfortable cushions. That's what he was up to now - arranging those cushions atop a picnic blanket on the ground. Loki was visiting New Asgard and would be home soon. Stephen wanted to give him a surprise.

He quickly hopped downstairs, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. He snatched a packet of Loki's favourite chocolates and placed them on the blanket with the liquor when he reached the roof. Lights twinkled around as they climbed up the pillars of the wood structure, accompanying the green leaves of large, bright flowers. Stephen looked around, his heart throbbing anxiously. His phone beeped.

Loki: On my way, darling x

Stephen bit his lip and made sure there wasn't anything he'd forgotten. Everything looked fantastic. He texted back.

Stephen: Come up to the roof, I have something for you ;)

Loki: Xxx

He slid his phone back into his pocket and turned his gaze up to the night sky. He placed a shaking hand to his chest and breathed out deeply, trying to calm his heart. He was nervous; almost panicky. This wasn't going to be any ordinary date. Today was the day, and Stephen wanted it to be perfect.

"Stephen?" Came Loki's low voice, travelling up to the Sorcerer Supreme from the door of the roof. "What's all this?"

Loki's hair was windswept and knotted, his eyes tired. But to Stephen, he looked gorgeous. Stephen smiled at his boyfriend's neat sense of style. He wore tight black jeans and a dark forest green button-up. A pair of sunglasses were slipped onto the front of his shirt, in the middle of his chest. He held his phone in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

"Hey, sweetheart," Stephen greeted quietly, walking over to him and sliding his arm around Loki's waist and kissing him briefly. He gave Stephen a smile. "It's date night." He frowned at the paper bag in Loki's hands. "What did you bring for us today?"

Stephen peeked into the bag and Loki chuckled. "Since you are unable to handle Asgardian mead - yes, love, you almost fell over after one sip the last time I brought it for you," he added at Stephen's protests. "Anyway, so instead, I brought some of Mother's delicious vanilla cake." He pecked Stephen's cheek. "Only the best for you, my darling."

"I don't deserve you," Stephen laughed, taking the bag. "Come sit with me," he added in an alluring whisper. He pulled Loki's hand and walked backwards to the picnic blanket. The corner of Loki's mouth was turned up into a shy smirk and he followed Stephen like a puppy.

"How was your day, my love?" Loki asked as he clambered into Stephen's open lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and draping his arms around his neck so that they were face to face.  "I'm sorry I had to be in New Asgard all day." He put down his phone and sunglasses and flicked his hair over his shoulder.

Stephen chuckled. "It was fine. How's it going over there? Are Frigga, Thor and Valkyrie doing well?"

Loki smiled. "Mother is well, she asked after you again." Stephen bit his lip and cocked a brow. Loki continued, "Thor is thriving. I don't know if you heard, but Jane and him have worked things out and they're dating again."