I am including a description of Loki as he was described in Norse mythology, not as portrayed by Marvel. Though I do love Tom's version of Loki too. I am a sucker for a little mischief.

Floki ran through the snow. He had no idea how long he had been racing through the soft flurry. No idea how long he had only been clothed in the arms of winter, but he could no longer feel any of his extremities, not that that mattered; he just had to find her. He had to keep going until he found his Hamingja. Something inside him pushing on and on, despite the frigid temperatures.

He didn't know where he was. Even though he knew the area like the back of his hand, since he had left the front of his cabin, it was as if he were a stranger in his own home. The boatbuilder sometimes finding it hard to even tell what way was up and what way was down, as the falling snow became thicker, blocking out even the light of the moon. Floki having a feeling that perhaps the trickster god and his Hamingja did really have a connection, and the pair had brought him out here for some unknown reason.

"(Y/n)............please................." Floki called out, as he finally stopped, feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion overcome him, before he fell to his knees. Struggling for a moment to rise again, so that he could continue to battle his way further into the snow, but his body refused to do as he wished. The boat builder finding himself falling to his side. His form instinctively curling up into a ball, as he closed his eyes. The name of his Hamingja, the last thing to leave his lips.

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The sky became clear, no more snow falling as the moon once again shone over the scene, the world still, silent, pure; nothing moving, until two forms seemed to appear as if from nowhere. A tall, slender man with reddish blonde hair, and a great white wolf that clung close to his side, quietly and effortlessly moving through the drifts; the two only stopping, as they came to the man curled up in the snow.

"You were right............" The man said after a few moments. A smile coming to his lips, as the wolf by his side began to change. Fur, tail and paws replaced by silken, supple flesh and long white hair. The man taking off his cloak, and placing it around the naked body of what was now a beautiful woman.

"Of course, I was right. I know your line better than even you. His belief in the gods is great. Greater than any other that calls this place home..........." The woman replied, before she took a few steps closer to the man that slumbered in the snow.

"You feel a strong connection to him..................?" The tall man enquired, as he came to join her. His hand placed on her shoulder.

"I have felt a strong connection to them all, that is why you gave me to them..............."

"Yes, you're right. And this one must feel a strong connection to you too, given that he has come out as he has, into the snow to search for you............"

"He is a fine man, unusual, but fine. He reminds me more of you than even his grandfather did. His belief in our ways is strong. He is devoted and lives to serve the gods. He is loyal, intelligent and wise, despite what some others may think of his odd manner.............."

"You like him.................?" The man interrupted, as he watched the beautiful creature move to kneel over the man's form.

"I do..............."

"You wish for him to be yours.................?"

"Yes. But only if you will allow it............." The female replied, as she looked up to the slender man. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Then take him, but remember that when he leaves this world, you will return to being nothing more than a spirit that will continue to follow his line." The man told her, before he turned and slipped away. Leaving the woman to carefully brush the snow from the sleeping man's face.

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Floki hummed contentedly. He was warm, snug, surrounded by the softest of furs, on the most comfortable of beds. For a moment, he thought that the whole night had been a dream. That leaving his bed and going out into the snow; seeing the white wolf and following after her into the falling flakes, had been nothing more than the most vivid dream that he had ever had. Sure, that when he opened his eyes, he would find himself in his own cabin. But then he felt it, something that he would not be feeling if he were in his own cabin. The touch of fingertips gently brushing across his forehead.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright, his hand catching a wrist. A shocked yelp filling the air, as he turned the owner of the hand over. Floki now pinning them to the mattress; his eyes growing wide, as he looked down to see what lay underneath him.

Beautiful, glorious, wonderous, perfect............there was not just one word that suited the panicked looking woman beneath him. Not one word that could sum up all the things that he was feeling at this moment. His eyes growing even wider, as he realised that her hair was as white as the snow that he had made his way out into, to find his Hamingja.

"You're her.............tell me you're her..............."

"I..........who..................?" The woman managed to reply. Her panic turning to confusion, as the man above her chuckled.

"Tell me you're (Y/n). Tell me you're my Hamingja................"