Hey guys! Welcome to the sixteenth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'

What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.

This is a first for writing these characters, first for writing this ship, and my first OT3. Lots of firsts, and it's hard not to ship them all together. I hope you like it ^_^

Enjoy, much love xox

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"C'mon, it'll be fun! I promise," Loki tried.

They were still settling in to their new situation on some far out planet that had barely just invented the wheel, and here Loki was trying to get the three of them to go gallivanting back through time and space again.

Mobius looked unsure as he raised his arms in a bit of a shrug, "I dunno Loki, aren't we still wanted by...like everyone?"

"Well, yes, but it's just for one day, no one's going to know," Loki waved away his fears and redirected his strategy, "Sylvie wants to go...don't you darling?" he desperately pleaded with his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, she wasn't going to be swayed, even if she did think that he was cute when he pleaded, "I don't really care, I haven't celebrated something like this since I was a kid."

Loki frowned, "But I have great presents for you both, just waiting on Midgard..."

Sylvie's eyes narrowed, "Hmm…jet ski for Mobius, and…a headpiece or blade for me."

"You're not supposed to guess Sylvie, takes all the fun and surprise out of it," Loki crossed his arms over his chest and pouted at her.

"You got me a jet ski?" Mobius asked tentatively, his eyes wide.

Loki beamed, "Yes, of course I did, you're always going on about them. And besides presents, Earth always throws massive parties for the occasion; it's their biggest celebration."

"You know, he's not wrong…" Mobius agreed, looking to Sylvie.

"So, what, you're in now?" she questioned in disbelief.

"Why not? The three of us need some fun, and I'm sure we can handle anyone who dares come after us," Mobius had blind faith in them, call it love or whatever you want, but he knew that together they were strong.

"That's the spirit!" Loki wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Sylvie seemed to consider his words in her mind, she chewed her thumbnail and her eyes unfocused for a few seconds as the two men waited on baited breath.

"Oh, alright," she conceded as she threw her hands in the air, "but at the first sign of something hinky we are leaving."

"Deal!" Loki exclaimed excitedly, while he let go of Mobius to plant a kiss on Sylvie's cheek.

A couple of days passed before Sylvie would let them head to Earth. She insisted that they made sure that no one was already on their tails and that they could return here. Finally they made the jump to Earth; choosing the southern hemisphere of the planet as it had the preferred temperature for jet skiing at that time of year.

They spent hours on the water riding jet skis. The two Asgardian's had never seen Mobius laugh and grin so much. That alone made it worth the risk of exposing themselves on Midgard, seeing Sylvie in her green and gold bathing suit certainly didn't hurt either.

Mobius chose hamburgers and ice cream for lunch. Of course, the ice cream melted faster than anticipated in the warm weather and dripped down Mobuis' fingers and onto his bare chest. Before he could do anything about it, Loki had licked it up, a smirk on his face at Mobius' appreciative hum. Sylvie decided to lap at the ice cream trail that went from the scoop, down the cone and coated Mobius' fingers instead.

It was never dull being with two Loki's, "Guys," Mobius warned; he knew where things like this easily led with the three of them. They both glanced up and gave him their attention with an almost predatory look on both of their faces, "We still have other things planned for today, now isn't the time to get distracted."

"Yes, of course," Loki nodded and went back to his own frozen dessert.

"Yeah, no, you're right," Sylvie acknowledged licking her lips.

The afternoon was spent at a carnival, watching the humans do their version of magic, going on rides that left your stomach behind, and revealing a beautiful new dagger for Sylvie. The dagger had intricate patterns all through the handle and an etching on the blade. Her first instinct was to test out the weapon, which she did at a target themed game, winning both Loki and Mobius a prize.

Once the darkness of night had set in, they got more food and Loki used his skillset to give them a tent-like cover and a blanket to lay on top of in a grassy clearing with other carnival goers. They ate their food and chatted; Mobius telling the other two about more fun things to do on Earth, Loki regaled them with glorious stories (mostly at Thor's expense), and Sylvie opened up about her life on the run.

Sylvie had ensured that their makeshift structure had light and they all cuddled in together to listen as the humans sang carols with candles in their hands. One song in particular gave Loki an idea, and so he used his tricks to weave sprays of mistletoe overhead.

"I thought romance was Mobius' area," Sylvie teased as she shifted against Loki to be closer.

"Ah, yes, well…" Loki stumbled over his words and trailed off as Sylvie leant in and kissed him softly. Her hand glided across his chest to find Mobius' hand that he already had resting there and linked their fingers together.

Before the kiss had ended, thunderous bangs, and colourful flashes of light erupted in the night sky in front of them as the fireworks started.

Loki smiled against Sylvie's lips, and felt her own quirk up in return. He pulled away and then turned his head to Mobius who was watching the fireworks with an expression of child-like wonderment on his face. Loki wondered how long it had been since he'd seen such a thing.

Eventually Mobius tore his eyes away from the display to find Loki and Sylvie watching him with adoration. Loki caught his lips first, kissing him tenderly for long moments until Sylvie leaned across Loki to steal the kiss of their human.

Loki just chuckled and caressed their backs until they all settled back into place to enjoy the rest of the fireworks. For a few minutes they could just stare at the sky, hold each other, and pretend that everything was just fine; that seemed to be the real magic of the human celebration of Christmas.