A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Sacrifice, Cuddles and Bears

(I wrote this short little nugget way back in December between work shifts and forgot about it, so here we go.)

Laptop screen on full? Check.

Blanket wrapped securely for maximum warmth? Check.

A warm cup of tea and some snacks? Check.

Light turned off? Check.

Christmas tree lights illuminating the small space to create ambiance and atmosphere? Checked since the first week of December.

Best friend to snuggle and share the experience with as you're both so single it's painful?

"Loki," you called, tilting yourself to look past your bedroom door and into the darkened hallway, "are you coming or not?"

"Yes, I'm here," he answered with an eyeroll in his tone, his bare feet padding down the hallway back towards the bedroom.

Eventually, he emerged from the darkness looking like the sexiest, sleep deprived God you had ever laid eyes on.

"You wanted the heating on," he grumbled, walking back to climb onto the bed, "and you were the one too lazy to get up and turn it on, don't rush people."

"It's cold out there and warm in here, you don't feel it so why should I make such a sacrifice twice in a row, I made the tea, remember?"

"You poor thing, making tea and getting a little chilly."

"I know," you pouted, leaning against him, "after working all day too, you should appreciate it."

"Bless your cold, rotten heart."

Rolling your eyes, though not holding back your wide smile, you turned back to the laptop and leaned back so that you were resting against the chilled wall.

"Yes, bless my Loki-corrupted soul and let's get back to watching We Bare Bears."

He let out a low chuckle and picked up his warm cup and pressed into your side once again, anything to get the best and most comfortable view from such a small screen.

With your own cup warming your chilled fingers, you shifted to rest your head on Loki's shoulder and hummed contently, feeling a yawn beginning to bubble in the back of your throat as the warmth from the heating started to seep into the room.