Disclaimer: I don't own anything written below, it's all Marvel Studio's and the BBC's. I wish I did.
It was the days, pent up inside, or trapped in the confines of the concrete cities, that caught Loki out, made him realise just how much he missed home. These cars were nothing like the horses and carts of Asgard; too noisy, too small, too impersonal.
Rose clearly picked up on this, as every now and then she would drag him from his dreary perch on the couch and force him into one of the roaring metal contraptions, promising 'a nice day out in the country', 'that'll get your spirits up'.
It was on one of these days, as they walked down a muddy country lane, with Loki sulking, his head down, and Rose chattering on about her mother and how busy Torchwood had been lately, that Loki looked up for a fraction of a second, and froze.
Before Rose could stop to ask him what was wrong, Loki strode purposefully down the path, before swinging himself over the wire fence and into the field on the other side.
"What the 'ell are you doing?" Rose called after him. She was used to him behaving unpredictably, but she could normally deduce a reason. Watching after him, her hands wrapped around the fence as she decided whether to follow him in, Rose realised that the field was not in fact empty, as she had first thought, but was home to three horses, that approached as Loki neared. Loki peered over his shoulder, not halting until he reached the largest stallion.
"Now Rose you shall see me partake in a sport that I excelled in when I was on Asgard." he said proudly, any hint of misery lost as his ego took its place.
"You rode horses?" she asked, impressed, although she wouldn't admit it.
"We all did." Loki stated cheerfully. He hoisted himself onto its back, sitting confidently astride it before giving it a light kick. As if it could read his mind, the horse broke into a steady gallop, circling the whole field before Loki pulled it to a stop before Rose.
"Are you impressed yet, Rose Tyler?" Loki smirked.
Rose merely pulled her scarf over her face to hide the blush that she could already feel blossoming into being.
AN: This was the first time I'd written anything even a little fanficcy, so excuse the blatant fluff. To quote Sherlock 'It's an experiment!'