When Loki threw the much larger snowball at Lydia, all she could do was laugh and dodge as best as she could. "Eep!" Is all that escaped her lips as she laughed. Still, she grabbed another and threw it at him, this time her small frame running at him.
Once close enough, Lydia leaped slightly into his arms, before her lips came back to press against his.
Her arms wrapping around his neck as she held him close to her. Once lips were finally pulled away from him, she gazed up at the man for the moment. Taking in his features as her hand reached up and brushed his black hair for the moment. With the white snow all around, it was easy for Loki with his jet black hair to stand out. It was almost like something out a dream.
A dream she didn't mind having over and over again.