After their conversation yesterday and it's somewhat - okay, completely awkward denouement, Rogue had hoped to avoid Loki until it was time to drop his present off at his house. Running into him at the stables could be dealt with, could be managed, but mistletoe?

Rogue followed his gaze up. "Fucking damn," she whispered. Her heart immediately accelerated and she dropped her gaze to Loki's. She was somewhat sheepish and apologetic, flustered and excited, annoyed and a little bit frightened, and terrible at hiding all of those things from anyone who wanted to meet her gaze and look for them. In fact, if someone looked closely, there were all the traces of previous upset in the corners of her eyes, "So you know about these? Any chance you could set it on fire?"