Loki held the girls small, soft hand as he guided her into the huge, Asgardian library. Thankfully it was empty today.
Loki had always loved coming here, he considered it his 'second home'. It was full of books about magic and different ways to use them, how to use them, and what to use them for. But Loki's not the type to go by the rules per sey. He remembered coming here even as a child with Frigga while his brother, Thor was out doing combat training. Loki incredibly skilled at combat and found it useful, but magic and strategy had always been his area.
They had both spent hours upon hours in the library. Looking through books on realms and making jokes about the creature's appearances, Loki shape-shifting into his family members and doing silly impressions. Her favorite one was of Thor.
Sigh, he loves the sound of her laughter.
His emerald, curious eyes looked around the shelves and rows of different colored spell and realm books, while hers admired his perfect, concentrated profile.
"Which one is your favorite?" She asks, her tone full of curiosity as she squeezed his almost always cold hand.
"I like the one's where I turn people's beverages into snakes. It's always fun to watch them gasp in shock. Or when they go to shower and harmless mice spew out." Loki laughed at the memory.
She smiles, she loves seeing him so happy, even if it's at the misfortune of others. "Can you show me a trick of yours?"
Loki looks back at her with an excited smile. He absolutely loved showing people his magic! well, those who appreciated it at least.
He led her over to behind a bookshelf and gestured her to sit down, she complied and her eyes sparkled with interest and anticipation. He sat down next to her and told her to watch closely with a soft tone. Loki lifted his palm and he manifested with ease, a dark green rose.
She gasped and hesitantly touched the petal and it shimmered against her touch, she smiled and her brown eyes met his green ones.
"Loki, its beautiful.."
Nobody had ever called Loki's magic 'beautiful' or 'amazing', his magic was always considered a nuisance.
"Thank you, I've never been really confident in my magic much. Mother still has a lot to teach me.." He glanced down shyly with a slight laugh. He feels soft hands gently lift his face and he feels a pair of warm lips on his cold ones.
Of course he returns the kiss, his eyes closing and his hand holding her Asgardian wrapped dress.
All too soon, her lips break from his slightly and her hands hold his with an endearing smile.
"You know what they say, Loki. Cold hands, warm heart."
Loki has never heard that saying, perhaps its Midgardian. Either way, it makes his adoration for her grow.
"I love you, Jane Foster."
"And I love you, Loki Odinson."
I have no idea where this idea came from, but I hope you liked it!