30 Days - Snowflake

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 Loki has no idea what the feeling in the air actually is. It’s wet and warm despite the fact it is very definitely freezing out, like the air is caught between one thing in another. Whatever the feeling is, it seems to upset Steve, who eyes the cotton grey sky wearily that afternoon.

 

“It’s going to snow,” Steve says glumly, and Loki knows what it’s tied to something else, something before.

 

He wants to ask, but he’s already realized that the lack of seasons in Asgard is strange. He thinks of the hard and compact white stuff, that was more ice than anything on Jotunheim briefly, but he doesn’t think it’s the same as whatever is going to happen now. Jotunheim was never this warm.

 

Mayhap it is something between rain and frozen, but he is not sure and he does not wish to ask.

 

He spends hours in the dark of his studio that afternoon, and when he walks out with a cup of coffee to see if the strange warm-wet-cold sensation is still in the air he stills, blinking.

 

It falls from the sky in great flurries, whips in the occasional playful breeze, and it is already beginning to stick and pile up. It looks a little like the odd globes with cities in them that Olek has occasionally passed off to him, shaken up, white dusting everywhere. He gathers a bit up in one hand and it melts against his skin, leaving it frozen and pink, but it is so soft. Powdery even, nothing like what he saw on Jotunheim.

 

He watches for a long while, until the last of his coffee is done. It is, he thinks, breath-taking.

 

Snow.