It was only a few days before Christmas when Rose walked into the living room with a cup of hot chocolate, sighing as she dropped next to him on the couch.

He turned to her, raising an eyebrow as she settled next to him, asking her a question wordlessly, because he knew she would explain if she really wanted to.

She gave a small huff after a few moments, staring out the window. "It doesn't feel like Christmas without snow."

Loki felt a smirk trying to show itself, amused that such a small thing could cause such a reaction from his blue and yellow human, before he reached out and rested his fingers on the glass of the window behind them, a patchwork of frost spreading out from his fingers.

Her eyes lit up as she quickly straightened up, a grin appearing almost immediately. "You didn't tell me you could do that."

"You forget I am part of your mythology. In more ways than one." In response to her raised eyebrow, he continued, a smirk still pulling at the edges of his mouth. "I believe the name they assigned to me was Jack Frost."

Her mouth fell open, still grinning, stunned into silence for a moment. A few seconds passed before she grabbed a pillow, hitting him in the side with it and then collapsing into the couch. "I don't believe that for a minute. First it was the Doctor tryin' to convince me he's Father Christmas, an' now you're sayin' you're Jack Frost. An' I don't believe either of you." A pause. Her grin widened as she went on. "Though I have to say, your face when I mentioned him made me a bit more willin' to pretend I believe it. You two would have each other's heads."

She was staying, that was clear, and so the casual mention of the man she had once loved didn't bother him as much as it once would have. Those were two of the most influential years of her life; he couldn't expect her to pretend they had never happened. But he couldn't help the hatred that he felt every time the Doctor was mentioned.

His mischievous smile didn't waver as he replied. "Have you entertained the possibility that you were the final breaking point in our resentment of one another? That we might have met before?"

Still grinning, she shook her head before leaning into his side, speaking to him from her position on his shoulder. "I think you're just tryin' to use your powers on me, my god of mischief. I know you far too well for that. You tense up when you're lyin' to me."

His smile widened, before pressing his lips to her head. "You know me far too well. You could be dangerous if you decide to use your abilities against me, Rose. I am sure I could convince countless others that I truly am part of your Christmas tradition."

She reached up to kiss him softly. "That doesn't matter, 'cause I know you better than they do. I can tell when you're messin' with me. You might not live as a god anymore, but you still like mischief far more than anyone I've ever met." She held her hand up in front of her, smiling at the ring from only a few weeks before. "An' you always will. Though I have to ask you not to pull anythin' at our weddin'."

He let out a quiet laugh, a sound she still didn't hear often, but was welcomed when she did. "I will not, my Rose, unless I am sure you would approve."

She kissed him once more. "I love you, Loki."

"And I love you, Rose."

Outside, the snow began falling.