Loki sat quietly on the plush, beige sofa, his eyes drifting to the window. The children, oblivious to the world, chased each other across the lawn, their giggles a melody of pure joy. The warmth of the moment wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.
Cora hummed softly, her voice a gentle breeze through the room as she wiped down the counters. Her auburn hair caught the light, creating a halo effect that mesmerized Loki. She moved with an effortless grace, lost in her own world of rhythm and melody.
Overcome by a sudden impulse, Loki rose and crossed the room, his steps light on the wooden floor. "You have the voice of an angel," he murmured as he reached her, his voice barely above a whisper. Cora turned, surprise lighting her eyes, but before she could respond, Loki enveloped her in a tender embrace.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a moment suspended in time, filled with unspoken emotions and a promise of more. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affection.
"Loki, when are you going to ask me to marry you?" she teased, her voice carrying a note of laughter that matched the joy in her eyes. Loki chuckled, his heart swelling with a happiness that seemed to fill the room.
"Soon, I promise," Loki replied, his voice a soft vow. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers as they stood together, the future stretching out before them like a golden road paved with laughter, love, and countless adventures yet to come.
















