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Written for a on Tumblr prompt- Flippingthebluebird asked for "snowball fight please :)". Here it is, hope you like it!
"Oh, it's finally snowing!". Darcy's excited voice announced, her stare glued to the snowflakes falling from the grey sky, and landing delicately on the ground. "Snow is amazing, don't you think?" she asked her flatmate, who was currently sitting on the sofa, lazily flipping through the pages of an ancient looking book.
"No" was Loki's laconic answer, and before he left the living room to retreat to his bedroom, he added "Maybe it has some kind of appeal to your placid, simple Midgardian mind...we both know you're usually fascinated by trivial and useless things". He was already out of the room, so he couldn't witness Darcy's hurt expression, and then the sudden glimmer in her eyes.
Lying on his bed, the God of Mischief meditated on his words to her. He knew he had been purposely rude, but he really hated snow. It was in a realm made of ice, that he had discovered that he was not an Asgardian prince, but a bastard Jotunn...how could she, a simple human girl, understand that snow, and ice, and coldness, were for him a reminder of his true nature, a nature he despised to the point of trying to annihilate his own race? Would she truly comprehend, if he would ever find the courage to tell her, that he was a monster even uglier, even more malevolent than she already knew he was?
The fallen prince lost count of the hours, spent alone in the darkness of his room, until he heard a knock on his door. With a swift gesture of his hand, he opened it, and Darcy appeared on the threshold, a fur hat on her head, gloves on her hands, and a pair of boots to protect her feet. Her attire was completed by a hooded coat, and a heavy scarf, which was partially covering her face. She lowered it, in order to speak freely."Come on, let's go outside".
"I'm busy, Darcy" he lied, hoping to dissuade her.
"Yes, I see...it must be very tiring to swallow into self-pity all morning...come outside with me, Loki. Snowflakes won't bite you, you know..."
He ignored her invitation and simply teleported himself to the kitchen, but she refused to give up, and followed him."I will wash your laundry for a month, wash dishes for two weeks, and never again make fun of your horny helm...you can have all this, if only you come with me outside"
Her proposal was interesting, but he needed something else to be convinced."No more lady Gaga when I'm home, and we have a deal".
She pretended to think about it for thirty seconds, before she ran to the door."Well, do your magic and change your clothes...I will wait for you outside". It was only for the sake of appearance, that he put on a green sweater and a pair of boots: he didn't suffer from coldness, after all.
When he reached his flatmate outside, she was already out of sight. The snowfall was already over, but there was enough snow...a few kids were building what he presumed was a snow fort, a couple was laughing while walking with some strange looking rackets on their foot...he was trying to locate Darcy, when something cold and wet hit his face. Loki cleaned his face, prepared to scold the kids, when he heard a giggle, and then another snowball hit him. This time his attacker cackled, and he couldn't help himself but think that she should laugh more often, because it was a wonderful and soothing sound
"Is it all you can do, puny human?" he challenged her, before conjouring dozens of snowballs at his feet. She appeared from behind a tree, and tried to complain ("It's not fair, I don't ha-"), before being buried by a large amount of snow. He might have underestimate her strength, because after a minute she was still on the ground, not moving. Worried, he ran to her and knelt down, calling frantically her name. "Darcy, Darcy...oh,you humans are too fragile!". He was trying to remove the snow from her face, to let her breath properly, when he noticed her arms moving, and her hands pushed the snow on his face. Loki sputtered,and found Darcy laughing at him, her upper body pressed against him. Her cheeks reddened by the cold, her hair covered by snow...her enticingly plump lips so near, that he could just get close and kiss them...His reverie was interrupted by her voice.
"I know about your...real nature, Loki" she confessed."I just wanted to show you that snow, and ice, could be fun...and I don't care if you are an Ice giant, or an elf with big ears,or a dwarf with a long beard, because you're Loki, and it's enough for me". With those words, she shook off the snow from herself and rose from the ground, offering him an hand."Now, do you want to try ice-skating?"
He nodded, and she smiled. Maybe she was right, maybe snow could be fun.
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