Loki decided somewhere about the middle of December that his favorite invention for the winter season was the dual-cycle snowblower. Holy crap that thing was amazing. Sure, there was a definite pleasure to be had in something that was basically like a giant vacuum for snow that shot it at least ten feet away instead of putting it into a bag.
And he may or may not have had snowblower fights with a neighbor in the middle of the street during the last storm. It was good fun until both of their wives came out and told them to knock it off and finish their respective driveways. Seriously? It was fun. It was snow!
Actually, his favorite part was when he turned it on. That angry growl of a dual-cycle engine just screaming at the snow to either get the fuck out of its way or it was going to make it move. It was a thing of fucking beauty. Also, Loki was getting quite the kick of sending obscene photos of the banks at the end of the driveway to Bes.
But it seemed his stout, Egyptian friend had enough of the snow pictures. Shame, Loki was going to going to strip down and make semi-naked snow angels, just for Bes' benefit. His hair was wet when he arrived at Bes' door and knocked. It had been snowing in Minnesota after all and all that had gathered in his hair had quickly melted.
Bes better answer the damn door quickly, because Loki was trying very hard to keep the snowball in his hand from melting too fast. It had to last long enough to toss at Bes. It had to. It was funny.