The sudden impact against the back of her head not only scared the hell out of her but it was cold. She quickly whipped around and stared down the maroon haired boy, though she couldn’t help but to smile and start laughing, she couldn’t even be mad, he was just a kid after all. “You Little shit!” her out burst caused the boy to jolt light and start running as he erupted in laughter.
Loki was quick to make a snow ball yet missed as he ducked behind a tree, proceeding to make his own ammunition. The two dodged around the surrounding area hit and missing one another. The day was enjoyable though, she never really got to do that growing up so that declaration of a fight was appreciated this time around “Thanks kid”
6. Our muses getting stuck inside an igloo together.
It had been Fideo’s idea to build an igloo in the first place, after having dragged Marco out of the apartment building and out to the streets when he woke up to find out the city was blanketed with the sparkling like powder.
With an eager smile and humming small christmas tunes, Fideo began to work on an igloo, Marco hanging back and trying to keep warm.
“Dannazione, Fideo, perché hai dovuto trascinarmi qui." Marco muttered, wrapping his arms and pulling the jacket around himself even tighter to keep warm.
Pausing for a second from the halfway done igloo, Fideo just flashed Marco a smile, much to his annoyance and dismay.
“Una volta fatto, siamo in grado di tenere al caldo dentro l’igloo! Sarà caldo lì dentro!" Was the more childish of the duo response, causing the more mature one to sigh in frustration.
Another ten minutes (long and cold minutes in Marco’s mind) and the igloo was done.
Crawling inside first, Fideo examined how spacious it seemed inside, and notably warm too. Poking his head out of the entrance, Fideo motioned Marco over, to which he obliged by crawling in immediately to try and escape the bitter cold.
“Vedi, te l’avevo detto che sarebbe stato caldo!" Fideo exclaimed, eyes sparkling in triumph only to yelp softly when Marco suddenly pushed him over.
“Yeah yeah, non andare avanti di te." Marco mumbled, laughing softly as the brunet whined and pushed himself off the snowy ground, puffing his cheeks out in a pout.
“Beh, avrei trascinato Gian con noi, ma-" Fideo’s sentence was cut short when they heard a snap of a tree branch outside, confusion written on both of their faces before the sound of snow falling caught their attention after words.
Looking towards the only entrance and exit in the igloo, they both saw it had been blocked, more or less from the snow falling off a tree.
"Uh…." Not good, not good at all. They could dig a way out of the igloo, but that would mean having the snow collapse on them, thus burying them underneath.
"Er, Marco, you did bring your phone, right? I left my at home…"
"…. I didn’t bring mine either…"
Silence fell between the two before Fideo was promptly smacked upside the head by Marco.
