whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

He would have to leave her to judge, since cold didn't affect him very much. But he's conjuring a towel, and wrapping her up in it as he follows. Still feeling touchy-clingy, apparently, while nuzzling her. "You are my exception for a great many things, Sweetling."

She will happily be just as clingy back, keeping him close.

"That still feels so good to hear." He still gives her those little flutters in her stomach.

Loki chuckles, conjuring a towel for himself as well. Leaning in to kiss her sweetly while they dried off. Never enough to work them up, but savoring her company and her.

They could be disgustingly affectionate and sweet with one another, and now was one of those times.

I am very excited to get to properly live together.

"You've told your mother about your plans, but that you won't be far?" Spoken aloud, while Loki focused on drying her and she on drying him.

"I have. And she understands it much better now that she's seen my portals a few times."

Christine could make it to her mom on a moments notice from anywhere and that is a very comforting thing to know.

"Watching her flirt is cute, when it's not with Thor."

"Many things are much cuter when they don't involve Thor." Loki commented like a true little brother. "The necklace I gave her should help as well, to keep her safe from trouble. She's likely safest if she attracts little notice. You're not the kind to make many enemies." He, on the other hand...

Plus she'd be guardian of a sanctum. That brought with it its own problems.

She snorts a little laugh. "It may help that she has a different last name than I do, just gives her a little more distance."

Christine isn't terribly worried for herself, she has proven how capable she is.

"I may have asked Wong to keep an eye on my mom as well, he's good at that sort of thing."

"He tempers Strange well--they balance each other." Was all Loki said about it. Wong, rightly, still regarded Loki warily. But the two could and had worked together. And like Strange, Wong was well aware that Loki was devoted to Christine.

"He was quite helpful in Wakanda as well." Christine is mostly dried and steps close to drape her arms around him.

"You're going to love the library in London. They've recovered some of the original books that had been there, and others that have been restored."

"I'm going to love being there with you, that's certain." Loki replied, nuzzling her nose. "How soon are you thinking of moving?" Planning a wedding wouldn't be too difficult thanks to their use of portals. Loki had picked up the use of the sling ring quite quickly.

"I've had some of the appreciates moving my things from New York. Good practice for portals."

She gives a little chuckle. It is nice to have the use of half a dozen apprentice sorcerers.

"I've put in my official notice at work, which felt bittersweet."

Kissing her forehead, recognizing that this was a big deal for her. "I am curious what you did end up telling them about the man who brought you flowers so long ago." He'd picked her up from the hospital a few times since, when he'd been in New York. They had gotten their dinner out, finally.

"That he isn't a doctor, and he has a very nice accent."

Christine hasn't given much away, but she had told some of her colleagues little half-truths about her new lover.

"Ah. I wondered why a few had insisted on introducing themselves, or asking me questions that required longer answers." Only a few though, and it was clear Loki was amused. "You'll miss the hospital though."

She giggles and nods, "They all assumed you're English."

She will miss it somewhat, sure.

"I've been in contact with a few places in London, I might do some consulting part time."

"With my 'assumed name'? They're idiots then." Loki said while chuckling. "I know you'll keep busy. *I'll* keep you busy if nothing else, most likely." Teasing her affectionately, with a soft and playful kiss.

Keeping it short and playful, before leaning his forehead against hers. "Dress warmly, since I've been told after dinner there's a snow-war between us. I won't have you surrendering early because it's too cold and you didn't dress properly."

"As my new apprentice? You'll only get some special treatment." Like sharing her bed and private lessons.

"I did promise you a war, my dear, and I intend to deliver." It's going to be a messy, cold evening.

"New apprentice or not, I'll keep you busy I assure you." Loki was grinning. "Remember, I tend to be a troublemaker." But he learned quickly--as she'd already seen. He wouldn't 'stay' an apprentice for very long.

"Good. Let's go find some warm clothing." By now they'd mastered the art of walking while holding each other. Despite that he didn't feel the cold as much, Loki still made sure to bring with him a warm long-jacket-style coat, with gloves and a scarf. Dinner was as informal as it could be in many ways, with no one standing on protocol much as everyone gathered around smaller tables. There were servants yes, but it was more like waitstaff than anything else. Felagi was making sure to be a good host for Carol, translating as needed but also being sure she was included in conversations.

"I'm walking into a world of chaos, aren't I?" Though she likes the unexpected nature of it. She thrives on a bit of chaos, it's why she had gone into trauma surgery.

Dinner is wonderfully casual, and her mom seems to be fitting in quite nicely. Christine has a sweater on and brought a coat and gloves with her for the snow warfare that they would have.

As Thor and Sif had hoped, having someone there who, at least appearance wise, was a match for Carol's age was a comfort. Felagi also could devote himself to being host and guide in a way neither they nor Loki or Christine could fully. He was a rarity, being one of the few Asgardians who was old to have survived and made it to Earth, but that just meant he often had a ready supply of listeners for his stories. As much as it was a bittersweet thing, the warrior had accepted he would not see Valhalla; he'd made his peace being a protector for others though, which meant living.

Once they're all out in the snow, it's very clear that snow battles and playing have been going on with some regularity. There are a few snow forts, some various sculptures, a horse drawn sleigh touring the town, and the hills have been commandeered for sledding. With a clearly-marked and safe landing area for each one to hopefully prevent accidents.

It was almost as soon as they were outside and a safe distance, before Loki vanished in a teleport. Reappearing several feet away and lobbing a snowball at Christine before he just vanished from perception. Cheating perhaps, but what did he care?

Christine knew proposing a snow fight against her frost giant was probably going to be a chaotic event.

He dissappears straight away and it's on. Christine has a shield up after he gets a hit in with that first snowball. She makes a few snowballs with magic that seem to orbit her, ready to be lobbed at Loki as soon as she figures out where he is.

and so it begins.

They're likely to end up with an audience; there haven't been many magic snowball fights out here.

Shields are cheating, Kjære. Loki teased. Nor was he making it easy to tell where he was due to the snow showing his location. Drifts blew up gently all over the place, disguising his movements. Occasionally more snowballs were lobbed her way, some even coming from portals.

and fading from perception isn't? it's shot back with a laugh, a wave of snowballs aimed at all of the locations his are coming from.

She will drop her shield, but she can use portals as well, sending snowballs through infinite loops of portals between her and Loki.

There's still a chance to hit me, whereas a shield blocks that entirely. Spoken like a true troublemaker. Woe betide the person caught between their portals of snowballs. There are definitely a few who get splattered that way, and start picking sides. It is definitely turning into a snowball war, even if Loki keeps reappearing only to fade, or teleport, from view after throwing snowballs.

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