Kaela sat silently in-front of the now blazing fire Loki had set up for them, (well more for her) just mere minutes ago to help warm her chilled bones from the constant chilling wind that abused her poor back. She watched the rising fires orange and red colors contrasting against the dark, cold abyss around them.
“It’s so c-cold...”
She muttered under her breath, watching as a small cloud of warm air left her lips and into the freezing night.
Her body was shaking uncontrollably now, even after when Loki placed a thick furry blanket around her. Not even the warmth of the blanket could warm her, she needed him, needed him to hold her and warm her up. Though, he was Jötun, meaning that he would be cold to the touch rather than warm and that upset her. She just wanted to hold her dear lover, to hold him and kiss him all over while they sat in-front of the fire.