A Very Loki Christmas Special

For those few people that are interested if one person can guess the song for each chapter I used then there will be a surprise at the end of the story. An extra one shot.

Then he smiled at me, Par-um-pum-pum-pum, Me and My Loki

Day 1

It had been five years since Loki's assault on earth and Asgard had been in peace. Yule, a time referred to as Christmas on earth was arriving fast. It was the beginning of the ten day Yule festival, where people would share gifts and spread the spirit. Loki wasn't so much into this holiday, his brother had left earth to celebrate it with Jane, meaning that he was left with the other five individuals he loathed with a passion.

Many people were skeptical that Loki had been cured of his sickness, in fact it was a sickness of greed. Loki's attitude had much improved, but that didn't stop his constant mischief. He had a sick sense of humor that resided after his greedy side was eradicated, a side that a lot of Asgardians didn't feel comfortable with. His relationship with his brother had somewhat improved and he had finally succumbed to his true race as a Jotun. He was incarcerated for two years and two years gave him a lot to think about. It changed him, his mother visited daily and his brother attempted to visit a few times in the first few months, but eventually Loki had grown use to it. His father was much harder on the other hand, he didn't visit Loki at all for two years. Loki had to come to his father alone and apologize for his crudeness, but supposedly by then his father had already forgiven him. It appeared that the Royal family was back together again and Asgard was at the greatest peace it had ever been.

Loki appeared to be kind and if not indifferent to everyone around him... All except for her. He despised her, they despised each other. She wasn't too hard on the eyes however, her skin was pale and her eyes were a bright blue, her hair was blonde silk, and her body was fragile, but not to an unattractive extent. The reason he hated her was because... Well there really was no reason. Mysma was her name.

She was born on Jotunheim as an ice spirit, which is a very rare species. She had the ability to freeze anything with mere skin on skin contact, if she so chose. She was cold mostly in body and spirit, but he would always have the veracity with himself to admit that she was beautiful. She had soft features, but her appearance simply was not fitting to her personality. He could also admit that she was probably the only woman who could match his guile, scratch that, the only person to ever be his equal in intelligence. She just so happened to hate him to, whenever the group was together she did everything and anything to avoid him.

She mostly spent her time in the library reading books and trying to expand her knowledge with ice magic. The issue was that he just so happened to spend a majority of his time in the library as well. No words were spoken by either of them, but it was obviously made clear that she had her side of the library and he had his. He rarely spent much time reading when she was there, he took in the habit of watching her with a strong glare. He hated her, but he had no other explanation as to why she hated her so much, other than the fact that he had found an obsessive attraction to the woman.

He followed her often and had picked up a routine that she bared quite frequently. She would wake up early, eat, train, shower, go to the library, then grab a couple books and read in his mother's gardens. While there she would marvel at the assortment of beautiful flowers that had been found throughout the galaxy and brought to this one place by Odin's orders. After she grew tired of the sun and the fresh flowered air, she would leave and go and have lunch, she would take a walk through the city. She was a very down to Asgard type of woman and took in every sight that her eyes found interesting. He realized after following her several times that she was in fact very popular in the province and this surprised him, for many Asgardians disparaged individuals of her species.

It had been the first day of Yule and having followed her for only several minutes, she was already receiving many gifts to his surprise. First she was given a dagger from a blacksmith who supposedly sharpened her dual axes often, the Second was a rose from a once starving mother who had been helped many times by her, and the Third was from a little boy who gave her his wooden horse as a gift for her constant assistance with the kids that bullied him. She was kind hearted to everyone except him and that disgusted him, he resented it and chose to leave her on her way to go attend to his own duties.

It wasn't until he saw her at dinner with Sif and the Warriors three, did he regret turning his back on her. The long golden table was covered in an assortment of dishes and plates, ales and wines, fruits and vegetables. Surely he didn't understand how the help acquired so much food for only five people, then his thoughts were erased when he saw her. She had a great many bracelets up and down her arms, obviously gifts, she wore a blue long sleeved shirt of silk that hung loose to her figure and black leather pants, with hunting boots. Her hair was curled and glistened in the wavy lighting as she made her way over to the table. She glared at him as she took her seat, the Warriors three stood up before she sat down and then sat back down in their seats out of deference. Even the Warriors three enjoyed her company, Sif and her were also good friends and then there was him.

"So, how did everyone's Yule start out?" She started to stuff her plate as did the others, everyone seemed joyful except him, he was the only one who hadn't received a gift.

"It was splendid, my mother brought me a pair of star gazer gloves for my new armor." Sif exclaimed, filling her plate as well.

"I got plenty of kisses from fair maidens today." Fandral added smugly, while winking suggestively across the table to Mysma. She blushed for a moment before looking to Volstagg and Hogan.

"Food." Volstagg chortled out, she shook her head with a small smile.

"A new assortment of blades." Hogan finished, everyone nodded and without a word. The five lifted their mugs and sipped their ale, Loki however remained silent. He out of them all had not put one morsel of food on his plate and hadn't lifted his drink in cheers.

"What about you Loki?" Asked Volstagg noisily, Loki honestly wanted to be left alone. He had a horrible day and wanted to just go to bed after all of it.

"I received nothing, presents are a mere misfortune amongst men. What's the point in sharing anything?" He spat out with such hatred, that everyone eyes widened and they looked away in awkward silence.

"It's not about sharing alone. The holiday Yule is a time for everyone to unite, despite their differences." Loki snorted, his arms crossed and his jaw tightened at the idea of everyone uniting. He hated the idea of socializing anyways, why would he of all people need to unite?

"I am not one for uniting."

"Of course you aren't, you're Loki." His eyebrows furrowed as the others tried to continue their amusement.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She took a sip of her drink, keeping eye contact with him, a strict expression still hanging on her face.

"It's an inside joke." Sif explained tersely, Loki's nose twitched, he sat up and left the dining room, not once looking back into her ice eyes.