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“Mr. Loki, can you make it snow?” Peter asked, heels kicking against his stool.
“Of course,” Loki said without looking up from his book.
“Like, anytime you want?”
“I could make it snow at the height of summer,” Loki said absently. “I could encase the entire world in snow and plunge it into a new ice age from which it might never recover. Why?”
“No reason,” Peter said faintly. Loki raised an eyebrow and looked at Stark.
“He wants snow on Christmas,” he explained.
“Christmas,” Loki said with disdain. “Another pagan holiday suborned by Christians. I prefer Yule.”
“What’s Yule?”