A/N: Yeah, I know it's random, and Christmas was almost a month ago, but heck, it's always the perfect time to upload Tom Hiddleston fantasy drabble.
Disclaimer: It breaks my heart to say this, but Tom Hiddleston nor Loki belong to me... yet ;)
Enjoy!
You look out the window of your one room apartment to see your marvelous boyfriend in his red fleece jacket, shoveling the snow that had piled on your driveway the night before. Playfully, you tap the frosted glass and he turns his blue eyes up to meet yours. He smiles, and beckons you with a wave of his hand to join him. You smile with glowing white teeth and stand up, fetching your coat and slipping on your furry boots. Icy wind sweeps through your long curls as soon as you open the door.
"What are you doing here to early Tom?" You ask, slipping your still warm hands into your pockets. He straightens up and thrusts the wooden shovel down into a nearby mound of snow, smiling at you as you walk closer.
"Santa only brings presents to people who do good deeds."
You let out a laugh and grab one of his gloved hands, swing it back and forth.
"Catching up are we?" You say with a slight seductiveness, "well thank you Tom. You're such an amazing boyfriend."
He immediately shakes his head and strokes your rosy cheek with his index finger. "You, my dear, are an amazing girlfriend."
With these words he leans forward, and slides his lips against yours. You close your eyes and let yourself become lost in his touch. He smells like the air right after rain- perfect.
Right when your lips are finally getting warmed, he pulls away.
"I have to finish shoveling, dear," Tom says with regret.
You let out a pout and slowly let go of his hand. He grips the handle of the shovel and begins scooping the mounds of snow. You watch him silently for a minute, remembering again why you love him so much. You want him to finish, but you also want to spend more time with him. Then you find yourself grinning as you stoop down and grab a handful of snow in your bare hands. Compacting it into a snowball, you launch it at him.
It hits his back and snow now sprays everywhere. He turns around to face you and gives you a devilish smile as he once again drops the shovel- just what you want.
Tom dips down and grabs more snow, throwing it right at your head. Before you have time to react, you've got a face full of the powdery ice. You scream and dash to the right for more snow. Before you get there, another snowball hits your back. He laughs when he sees your reaction, but that changes once you yourself hit him square in the face.
You giggle when you see his face; his beard is now speckled with white. You've never seen him look more attractive before. Suddenly, you forget you're at war and you walk towards him. It seems as though he has forgotten too. You circle your arms around his neck and smile.
"Darling, how about you take a break and come in for some cocoa?" You say, your breath turning into white smoke.
"Splendid," he replies, putting on a face he knows you'll love. He takes your hand in his and the two of you begin to walk up your driveway to the front door, your heart melting like chocolate. You open the door with a turn of the golden knob and allow him inside, the door shutting behind the both of you with a snap.
Perhaps this Christmas will be a good one after all.
A/N: Hopefully that wasn't too pathetically stupid. :)