Snow

It was rare to see snow, or rain even, in Asgard. But on this day, there it was, sparkling like diamonds under the light of sun. Despite the brightness of the day, it was chilly. Just cool enough for one to faintly see each breath.

Loki sat on the window sill of his room, the breeze playing with his hair and depositing small flakes onto the dark locks. He watched the younger Asgardians play in the streets below. They were bundled up to keep out the cold but they also go soaked easily, though Loki briefly wondered why he wasn't bothered by it as much. After all, he was wearing what he would normally wear on days when there was no snow…

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