"Freyr, I want to go home NOW!"
Freyr sighed, enduring his best friend's tirade for the hundredth time that day. He turned to Heimdall, who glared daggers at the taller god. "But Heimdall! It's Christmas!"
"And what the hell do you care? We don't celebrate Christmas!" Heimdall retorted, his hands on his hips. He didn't intend to budge, not for an instant this time. Freyr had gone too far, dragging him off for "Christmas shopping" when they didn't even celebrate the holiday!
Freyr sighed and put an arm around his friend. "No, we don't. But Freyr remembers that we used to celebrate the coming of the Winter Solstice, and this is around that time of year. Why can't we celebrate that? It all means the same thing, in the end."
Freyr had a point, as much as Heimdall hated to admit it. The winter solstice had been about coming together as a family and he'd always rather enjoyed those gatherings in Asgard. He'd even tolerated Loki's presence, and had been rather surprised, on more than one occasion, when the Trickster actually behaved himself and didn't make a nuisance of himself around Valhalla.
He found he wanted those times again, before Loki tore out his eye, before any of this had ever happened. Life in Asgard had been good, and peaceful, despite the havoc that Loki was wont to produce. They were all a large family, and he'd forgotten that during his time here. The vengeance that had entered his heart had taken hold firmly, and he hadn't realized just how much he's lost by it.
Freyr was right. Things were different now and he had to change with the times. As much as he hated that idea, he finally relinquished his pride and gave in. Just this once, though. If anyone ever found out that he'd given in so easily, he'd be the laughing stock of Asgard.
Looking up at his friend, Heimdall actually winked, causing Freyr to take a step back in shock. "Okay, okay. You win this time, Freyr. We'll go…"Christmas shopping," if it will make you happy. I don't suppose we could stop at an ammunition shop so I can…get Loki a present."
Freyr completely missed Heimdall's statement or most of it anyway. All he heard was "we'll go" and "present." He didn't know what Heimdall wanted an ammunition shop for, or how that could relate to a present for Loki, but he was glad his friend was willing to see the reason for the season. It didn't have to do with any particular religion, but it had to do with the heart. Winter was a cold, unforgiving season, and it was up to the people that lived in it to make it a bit more bright and warm for each other. What better way than to celebrate the coming year and wish for peace on earth?