Loki and I

Hearth's Warming Eve - (S1 E26) [Part 2]

(A/N: Hey! So, uh... don't... don't look at the picture above until you've finished reading the chapter, okay? I dare you 😈)

All I can hear are the heavy breaths of myself.

All I can feel are the loud thumps of my wild heartbeat.

But I also feel the warmth of somepony else. I can hear their heartbeat, too. I feel their chest rising and falling quickly. I keep my eyes squeezed shut, though. I don't want to die. Not yet.

Suddenly, I feel someone nudge me. I tighten my hug on the warm figure, refusing to budge. Until I hear a familiar voice.

"GET THE HELL UP, BURRITO BITCHACHO!"

I scream, jumping up on my hooves, snapping my eyes open. My vision, at first is a little blurry, but then it focuses on a purple figure.

"Zoe?" I squint.

"Well, who else?" She rolls her eyes, then gives me a hug of relief.

"I'm... you..." I mumble, eyes darting around in confusion, "Are you dead, too?"

"No, not that I'm aware of," Zoe says warily at me, pulling away.

My senses come back to me and I feel the freezing snow beneath me bare hooves. "Gah!" I exclaim, hovering lightly and rubbing my cold hoofsies. "Wait... L-Loki... is he ok?" I turn to Zoe.

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she does, I hear a distressed groan behind me. I turn around to see Loki laying in the snow. Oh gods, I was laying on top of him just a few moments ago, wasn't I?

"Yeaah," Zoe says, biting her lip with worry.

I dash over and look down on him. I grab his shoulders and shake him a little. "Loki? Lokes, it's okay," I say as calmly as I can.

Loki squints up at me, "Am I... am I in Valhalla?" He whispers.

I smile gratefully, pulling him into a hug. "No," I grin, "You're alive. And me, too! And Zoe also. And other ponies you don't know!"

Loki gives a relieved laugh. I help him sit up, but he furrows his brow. "I do not understand, how did we survive that?"

Zoe crosses one fore-hoof over the other proudly. "I saw you two falling. Took me a lot of effort, but I teleported you guys outta the sky before you hit the ground," she inspects a hoof in modesty, "But you guys fell a lot slower than I've ever seen anypony else fall before. I even saw you having a conversation. What's up with that?" She cocks her head to the side, staring up at the sky as if it could give her the answer.

"Yeah, about that conversation," I turn to Loki, "What was it you were about to say? You know, just before we were..."

"Oh, yes, that," Loki looks around quickly, "You see, I wanted to say that I love... I love... uh, I love.... pudding?" he adds pathetically, raising a hopeful eyebrow at me.

I pause for a moment, hiding my disappointment and showing a blank expression. "Oh," I say, then trying to lighten up my own mood, "Me, too!"

"Well," Zoe interrupts, "We can shove the idea of hanging ornaments on a giant tree up our asses. I don't think Loki wants to go in the air, anymore."

"Yeah," I add, noticing Loki's constant shaking. Possibly from the cold. Possibly from narrowly escaping certain death. Either way, I don't care. Even though the cold doesn't seem to have an effect on him. At all. "Let's go to the Hearth's Warming Eve party later tonight instead. It's in the ballroom, they have one every year. It's invite only, but me and Zoe are rebels."