It was two in the morning, and all Rose and Loki wanted to do was return home to their flat and collapse onto their bed. They were too tired now to think of what they would do after catching up on sleep. But if they left, Jackie would be all over them, wondering why in the world they had left so early, because these parties never finished before four in the morning. So instead, Rose wrapped an arm around Loki, willing her eyelids not to drift closed, because she would not fall asleep, not at the one party she voluntarily came to.

The walls around them were decorated in Christmas lights, and garland was draped over the railings on the stairs, the entire room filled with a glow only the festive lights could give off. A Christmas tree, nearly thirteen feet tall, stood in the corner, decked out in the most extravagant of decorations. And the room was packed with people, most of which she doubted even her mother knew personally.

But Loki had still hidden a smile at her excitement when she had first walked in; she was captivated by this Midgardian holiday, and had put up absolutely no fight when her mother had practically forced them to come. He hadn't been that enthusiastic, knowing that even though the beginning of the night might be fun, especially with Rose by his side, by midnight, the fun always began to slow down as she began falling asleep by his side.

And now, as expected, his beautiful Rose was half asleep by his side.

Giving a small smile, he waved his hand slightly, knowing exactly how to wake her up. As long as Jackie didn't see, because he was sure she wouldn't appreciate his tampering with the decorations. But it wasn't tampering, not really; he was simply adding a much needed necessity. After a small wave of his hand, Rose took her head off his shoulder, yawning before raising an eyebrow, her tone accusing. "What did you do?"

His smile widened as he glanced up at the ceiling. After a moment, she followed his gaze, before grinning, tongue between her teeth. "Mistletoe. 'Cause mum didn't leave it hidden away for a reason."

"I never have been one to make your mother very happy."

"Don't even start, she loves you. Even despite all your mischief."

He stole a quick kiss from her before responding. "I do not believe that mistletoe calls for talking, my love. None, in fact, from what I have picked up."

She laughed, rising onto her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his.