"We should have done this much sooner." Loki says. His green eyes dance over the constellations.
His partner hums quietly in reply. "Maybe when it wasn't so cold. And maybe in summer instead of winter."
"The cold doesn't bother me, love."
She rolls her eyes. "Oh yes, I forgot. You were literally born on a sheet of ice."
Loki chuckles. "You weren't complaining during the summertime when you were too warm and asked me to cool you down."
"But you know you loved it as much as I do."
"Just because," Loki shifts his body to get comfortable once again. He kisses the top of her head. "It gives me a good excuse to not let go of you."
She laughs a little.