25 Days of Tomki Christmas Tales
Day 4: Christmas Sweaters and Reindeer Games
I’ve always imagined that Tom and Loki would get into a very wide array of shenanigans. All of which is totally normal… for them.
Napping quietly in his preferred armchair, Loki was completely unsuspecting – totally unaware that Tom was creeping across the living room with surprising stealth. He was never really sure when Loki was asleep. Every time he thought he knew, he was usually wrong. And then he’d end up making an absolute fool of himself for one reason or another. Loki took an insane amount of pride in his mischievous nature. It entertained him to no end to see Tom flustered and frustrated and most assuredly outmatched. Tom tried now and again to get even but he simply didn’t have the prankster gene.
Regardless, he crept across the hardwood floor being as silent as humanly possible, all the while listening carefully to ensure he wasn’t secretly going to ambush him from across the room or some other magic nonsense. They’d deemed that cheating long ago, but Loki didn’t care.
He had to be asleep. Tom could hear him breathing softly as he came upon the back of the chair. He dared to lean over him just a bit to find his eyes closed, his neck slumped at an uncomfortable angle. He was so adorable asleep. There was no menace or mayhem for now. So Tom smiled before he gingerly placed the Santa hat on his head and then bee lined for the other side of the room as Loki was instantly awake again. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before glaring at the bright red, fur trimmed hat the sat sideways on his mop of black hair. The little white ball on the end bopped him in the face as he sat up, like a cat thoroughly not amused with its owners ball of yarn.
“What in the Nine is this?”
“That would be a Santa hat.”
He flicked the little ball away from his face. “It’s awful.”
“It’s not so bad. They’re festive,” he said, donning one of his own.
“Are we not done with these festivities yet?”
“Of course not! Christmas is still weeks away.”
Loki grumbled, folding his arms across his chest before the Santa hat vanished in a poof of green smoke only to reappear on top of the one Tom was already wearing. “You’re right. Not the best fit.” Loki almost breathed a sigh of relief before Tom replaced it with pair of antlers. “Much better!” He stepped back and squinted, eyeing him like an expensive painting before he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s oddly appropriate, don’t you think?”
Loki glanced in the mirror to find his new adornment, a brown pair of fabric antlers affixed to a plastic headband. He looked less than amused when he turned back to face him again. “Are you mocking my helmet?” he inquired dryly.
Tom laughed again. “Of course not.” He pondered his new headgear a moment longer. “Oh and I have just the thing to go with it!”
It was positively the ugliest sweater he’d ever seen. He had a natural inclination towards sweaters, but this – this was just ridiculous. It was that certain holiday sweater that everyone had that was so awful you only kept it for shits and giggles. Or you disposed of it properly. Tom held it up and saw Loki’s eyes visibly widen. It was an even brighter shade of red than the Santa hat, if that were possible. It was covered with little white snowflakes and right smack in the middle was a cartoon Rudolph with a smile that was absolutely bonkers. Supposedly his nose actually lit up at one point, but that didn’t bear thinking about.
“No no no,” Loki was suddenly chanting. “No, no you are not making me wear that.” Tom pushed it closer and he recoiled like it was poisonous. “What is that thing?” He was glaring at the little reindeer with utter disdain.
“Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.”
“Preposterous. That looks nothing like a reindeer.”
“I think it looks okay,” Tom said pointedly, looking it over again. Of course, he had second thoughts when he looked up to find an actual reindeer standing in his living room. Wait what? Yes, there was most certainly a four hundred pound reindeer standing in Loki’s stead, still wearing the little antler headband – though it was now awkwardly wedged between a very real and very large rack. He’d never seen a reindeer in person before. Pony sized with shaggy brown and silver fur. His eyes were still bright green and he was glaring in a way that made him very nervous. His hooves scuffed the floor and he made a sound Tom couldn’t quite place. Maybe like a goat? He scuffed his feet against the hardwood looking all too ready to run him over. “Loki, that’s not funny.”
He snorted and shook his head free of the flimsy antler headband before angling the impaling device that was now his head. “Loki – don’t.” That never worked. Tom sprinted into the kitchen, sliding into the fridge as Loki’s antlers thankfully stuck in the door, too wide to fit through. “Ha!” he said, flying back to his feet and taking off towards the dining room. His snout curled into a snarl not quite fitting of a reindeer. Or any deer for that matter. Tom quickly circled around, slipping back into the living room just as Loki’s headgear nearly cleared the entire coffee table. He made another loud noise before he was charging towards him again. Tom hopped onto the chair and then dove for the sofa as Loki just continued to rearrange the furniture behind him.
“Loki, I wasn’t really going to make you wear the sweater!” Tom finally admitted when he’d been pinned to the wall, antlers caging him in place. Loki huffed unconvinced before bopping him sideways and then walking away. He quickly found the sweater where Tom had dropped it in his haste to escape and promptly began chewing on it. “Loki! Have you no table manners? I know it’s a hideous sweater but you don’t have to eat it!” Loki laughed, his usual laugh almost audible as he continued to gnaw through the fabric. “Come on, Loki! My mother gave that to me!”
“Does she hate you?” Loki laughed, finally shifting back but still with the sweater hanging out of his mouth.
“No. She never intended for me to wear it.” Tom yanked it out of his mouth, staring at the hole he’d chewed through Rudolph’s face. How barbaric. But he sealed the hole shut again without a second glance. “You know, one of these times you’re going to permanently break something.”
“Yes. And it is more than likely going to be you, my oh-so-fragile mortal,” Loki chided, swatting him with the antler headband before he disappeared upstairs for the night.