Imagine Loki finding you in a snowstorm

You fumble with your jacket as the wind blows around you. You had just been into town when a freak snow storm had hit. Your bus had gotten stuck in the snow, and you had decided it would be quicker to get off and walk the rest of the way home. Your teeth chattered in the cold, your hair blowing all over the place. You'd decided to take a shortcut through a small woodland, but soon the snow became so thick you'd lost sight of the path. Gripping your coat closer to you, you trudge on, but soon your vision becomes blurred with the intense snow and fog. Suddenly, you loose your footing and slip on the ice, landing hard on your leg, crying out in pain. You try shouting for help but no one can hear you. Shaking with cold you curl up trying to keep warm, struggling for breath.

A figure of a man approaches, but you can't make out his features. "Please, help me", you cry out and he immediately rushes to you. "Hold on", he takes off furs hung around his shoulders and wraps it around you, before carrying you in his arms. "Thank you" you whisper to him, still unable to make out his features clearly. He finds shelter in a nearby cave and sets you down gently on the floor.

You look up into his eyes, and see his face blue. "Don't look at me, I'm horrible" he says, turning away. "No, no your not", you say to him, trying to get up but wincing in pain. He comes over and touches your leg gently. Although he looks cold, his blue hands are incredible warm to touch, causing the pain to ease from your leg. "Thank you", you smile at him. "I'm Y/N". He takes your hand and kisses it. "Y/N, a beautiful maiden such as yourself needs a prince to look after her". His features change, now his skin is a pale colour, his eyes like a wild green fire. "I am Loki, of Asgard, and you are my queen"