Pairings: will vary and probably include just about everything by the end of it )
Anime Series: Matantei Loki (Ragnarok)
Rating: PG – possibly R, not sure yet.
Note: Well I started this a bit late :P This was my roomie's idea, and I thought it would be cool. I challenge any other Loki authors to do the same! Write a fic/ficlet every day until Christmas about the holiday season. :P
December 1st
"Loki-kun, come on!"
Loki sighed in resignation, though there was a sweet smile on his face at the young woman that called out to him. He hadn't expected to get dragged out in the bitter cold, on the first day of December. It had begun snowing about midnight and hadn't let up until about nine that morning. Upon seeing the white ground, Mayura had immediately accosted Loki, convincing him to go with her ice skating.
It was a past time that he hadn't done in years, even centuries. He'd never really been comfortable with the cold, though he didn't dislike it per say. You couldn't really dislike it when you've lived in it all your life, after all. He'd always known that it affected him differently, what with his affinity for fire. Strangely, though, it didn't bother him like he thought it would.
He watched her sake joyously on the ice rink, others her own age joining in on the fun of the afternoon. Snow was so rare in Tokyo, that whenever it did fall, it was a time for celebration, especially among the young folk. His eyes grew distant, remembering a time when he was so young and carefree.
She had been a miller's daughter, someone completely unsuitable for the supposed heir to a great kingdom. But then, not many would have supposed Loki to be such a one. His father had all but ignored him while growing up, favoring the wars and battles that he was famous for. His mother was an equal enigma to him, though he saw her at least a little more than he did his father.
He was known as the unkempt, bedraggled son of a proud warrior. The outcast, the disgrace to the warrior class and to his father. The young son didn't care, though. The only thing he cared about was the young woman returned his affection, though blushing furiously whenever he came to see her in the village.
Remembering that sweet face even now, Loki smiled. He watched Mayura skate around and then pushed away from the wall to join her. Life was too precious to wallow in the past. His life was here, with friends and loved ones who cared and loved him. He could ask for nothing more.