A/N: This was a request from l-o-k-i-hiddleston (Anonymous Companion).
You'll notice that I've marked this story complete. That is only because I have no more drabbles to post at this moment in time. At some point in the next few days, I may take some requests and have more to post. I'm not sure when that will be. Until then, thanks for reading!
Jane halts in her actions- the tiny ceramic angel will have to wait to find a spot on the tree. Tiny sparks of magic bounce off her neck, harmless, but so very annoying. His laughter builds when she turns, and the three floating baubles change their pattern from circling behind her head to around it.
"Loki, that was funny for five seconds," she says. "now, it needs to stop."
The baubles all drop, one of them landing in her hand. She sets it aside to use next, it'll go well in the spot between the Santa head and the glass heart.
From where he sits on the couch with his feet up, Loki scoffs.
"I could have that tree decorated in nothing flat, and save you all this trouble," he says.
"I want to do it myself, for the hundredth time," she said.
Loki always wants to take on her workload with that oh-so-fancy and convenient magic of his. For now, he'd drawn the line at her day job, but pretty soon, he'll be turning her lab into an exact replica of Yggdrasil for her. Even now, he just can't accept that his backhanded attempts at 'assistance' aren't wanted, not without a roll of his eyes and a comment or two.
"If it's so important that you do all the work yourself, why were you so eager to let me carry the tree and put it into place?"
"You may not have noticed, but Christmas trees are heavy."
Jane deliberates over whether a bowtie or a snowman would look better next to the snowflake, and yet no matter how much she sets her mind to it, his voice rings loud and clear.
"That was heavy? A child could have done it."
"An Asgardian child maybe…" she replies.
Jane steps back when her work is done. She's stepped up her effort from last year; having someone to celebrate with helps no matter how apathetic he was. She'd even made a new popcorn garland instead of just rehashing the old one. She has the bandaged fingers to show for it. There's just one more thing she needs, and then the tree will be perfect. The barren top will look perfect with the star she bought. It was inexpensive and plastic, but pretty all the same. At the store, she'd been undeterred by the many nicer ones that wouldn't fit into her budget no matter how hard she tried.
She fishes for the box amid all the empty, overturned ones. Tossing them aside, she seeks out a hint of dark blue with the store's logo, but there is nothing. Jane backs up again, appraising the boxes, but the one she needs is nowhere in sight.
"Where's my star?" she asks herself. "I could've sworn I brought it down…"
A brilliant glow has Jane looking up. What she sees drives the store bought star out of mind forever. The tiny cloud of golden whiteness hovers above her, first stationary, then making slightly jerky movements left. It stops above the tree and descends. At the first hint of foliage, the light dims into a five pointed star. It shines with the purest light Jane has ever seen.
"Wow…" she whispers.
"And that is why you should let me help you," Loki says smugly. "It makes everything better, does it not?"
Jane would yell at him if she wasn't smiling so hard.
