Disclaimer, I do not own any part of this series, this fanfiction was made so I do not have ideas swirling around in my head.

. chapter 1

After negotiating for a plot of land for the homeless Asgardians, they arrived safely on Midgard, or Earth as the humans call it. The first thing they noticed was the frigid temperature. Unlike Earth, Asgard is, or rather was, warm all year round. There might have been a random wind bringing cool temperatures, but they only lasted for a few minutes and then those winds kept going to the next plane.

This was just downright cold.

They decided to use the ship for shelter until they could build more agreeable homes. It wasn't bad, but it was made mostly of metal, which meant that while it was quick to heat up, it was also quick to cool down. The only ones who went outside were those able enough to help with the building of their new village. Children stayed inside and continued to learn about their lost home, and the oldest wrote down every detail they could remember, battles lost included.

Everyone helped where ever they could. Bruce was probably the only reason no one has died thus far, having worked with this sort of thing in the past, he knew how to keep people's spirits up and how to keep them living, even in the bleak weather.

"How long do the winters here last? How many weeks?" Thor asked.

"We're halfway through December, technically, winter hasn't even started yet." Bruce replied. "The average winter lasts about three to four months, longer in some places."

"Months?" He was shocked, "You mean that it will be frozen here for over one hundred days?"

"It was like this when we got here, implying that it was frozen before we got here, if we're lucky, it'll be gone by the middle of March."

"When is that?"

"In three months."

"Is there nothing to do but keep warm during this period of coldness?" He asked.

"Many are activities to do with children, but there are plenty of things that we humans do during this time." Bruce grabbed a sheet of paper to write out a list. "When it's cold, and there's snow on the ground, we make snow men, snow angels, igloos, walls, tunnels, there's snow ball fights, sledding, ice skating, and snow-boarding. There's a few holidays coming up, too, the major ones being Christmas* and New Year's."

"Describe these activities and holidays."

"Well, I hope you're listening well, because there is plenty of stuff to go through."

.mini time skip

Loki was walking back to the ship with both arms full of fallen sticks to be used as kindling. He sighed out a shiver, being a frost giant did not guarantee immunity to the cold. Having been raised on Asgard, that probably made things worse. It's exactly the same as taking some wild beast, raising it to be a pet, then letting it go in the wild after it's reached maturity, it won't know what to do nor will it understand why food is not handed to it daily. He pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to make it sound like he is the same as a beast.

Something hit the back of his head, he turned to look at what it was. There was nothing but some snow in his hair. Odd, he swore that the snow was thrown at him. Perhaps it could have fallen off a branch, but there was more force behind it than Midgard's force of gravity could have allowed. He shrugged it off, not wanting to worry himself over some snow.

Smack. The snow exploded upon impact when it hit the side of his face.

He scanned the entire area with his magic and immediately dropped the sticks. He should have known that Thor would be only one to throw something at him. "I know you're there."

Thor stepped out from behind a tree, but not without throwing another ball of snow.

Loki blocked it with ease. "Why are you throwing snow at me?"

"Banner said that snowball fights are common in the winters here, he also mentioned many other things that they do to pass the time."

"Snowball … fights?"

"Yes, he said that these happen when two or more people gather and throw snowballs at each other for fun."

"Of course, you of all people would be interested in these snowball fights." Loki stated as he started to regather the dropped sticks.

"But it's the only entertainment I have." Thor scooped up some snow.

"You just said that he told you other ways to pass the time, you can do those instead."

"But I like throwing things."

Loki tossed a stick to Thor, who dropped the nearly competed snowball in order to catch it. "Then perhaps you can throw this back to the ship for me."

"You're no fun."

"Why are you here? Surely you didn't come all the way out here just to throw snow at me."

"It's been a week since we've been here, and I haven't really spoken to you, and well," he paused for a moment, "I wanted to know how you're faring."

"Mentally, I hardly have time to think about anything, and I'm usually too tired by the end of the day to even remember falling asleep. Physically, I don't even know where begin. My hands are numb from picking branches through the snow. My throat hurts from breathing in this cold air. My legs are burning from shuffling through this snow. And my face stings from this wind."

"Just about everyone has said that, including myself. I'm going to everyone with outside duties a day of rest tomorrow."

"It's about time."

"It's only been a week."

"That's too long without a break from this weather."

"Just be grateful I decided to give a break at all, as king, I could make you work as long as I want."

"Yes, and then we'd revolt, and I'd tell Banner to tell the rest of the Avengers that you're being unfair to your own people."

"You wouldn't do that, I'm your brother."

"You're right, I'd probably drive you to make everyone work harder, which would cause them to throw you off your high throne, which would get the attention of the Avengers, then they'd fight you. The remainder of the Asgardians know that I used Odin's image after I was declared dead, and they know that during that time Asgard was prospering. I would end up taking the throne by default due to your inability to rule."

Thor stopped and looked at him. "Please tell me that was a joke."

"Sorry, its bit a habit for my mind to think like that."

"You could try to break the habit."

"You try breaking an 800-year-old habit."

"800 years?"

"Mother taught me how to think in a way that turns every bad event into my favor."

"And that includes every time you stabbed me, cheated me, and tricked me?"

"Well, that's just my nature. It's the same as how you always charge into many situations with no plan and fall for the simplest of tricks."

"I do not."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Not even a minute ago you thought that I was scheming a way to take the throne."

"Okay, I'll give you that."

"And each time your plate cleared when you turned your head for a second at the grand table."

"That was you? I thought it was just the servants taking my plate."

"We were placing bets to see when you'd catch on, but you never did, which is exactly what Lady Sif predicted."

Thor furrowed his eyebrows, "When you said 'we', do you mean you, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three?"

"No, I meant 'we' as in nearly everyone who knew that I could use magic. Father, Mother, the servants, Heimdall, even the guards."

"I'm glad you were all making fun of how non-observant I was."

"You're welcome."