whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"You think she will be terrified by the sanctum?" It's got some very weird things and rearranging rooms.

"Actually, I think she has potential for magic herself. Not a lot, mind you, but some. So I think it'd be a good environment for her."

"That would be good for her. A few basic spells." Christine would be happy to help if needed. She steps through the portal into their new apartment.

Loki is quick to follow, bringing some of the boxes with him. The London Sanctum most definitely had character. He was a bit wary of it, but so far had tried to present himself as not-a-threat.

It would take Christine a while to gain the same level of connection with the Sanctum as Stephen had with the New York one, but it is like the building itself recognizes her as the new protector.

Like Loki's rooms, they now have a living area, office space, bathroom and bedroom of their own.

"The portals help so much. I don't miss having to take planes."

"Unfortunately you will still have to fly if we go to space, but hopefully that'll be a bit more exciting than nerve-making." For now the boxes were placed on the bedroom. It was a decent sized space--the apartment taking up almost the top level of the building that housed the sanctum. Then again, the Sanctums also liked to play with space, and were good size buildings already.

Loki had been most concerned that his tech still worked, and had been pleasantly surprised to find no problems. While the building recognized Christine, it seemed unsure of what to make of him. Which was fine because he was unsure what to make of it as well.

"Depends on where in space. I can probably portal to other worlds now." She's gotten very strong with her portals.

"Welcome home, my Prince." She steps over to wrap her arms around him. "We can do a bit of redecorating, of course."

"Considering the energy cost, it might still be more efficient to fly. Even if you use me as a battery." Loki mused, before chuckling and wrapping his arms around her too. Holding her tightly for a second, before shifting her into a dip. "For someone who didn't have a princess phase for very long, you do like using my title a lot." Teasing her, with an amused and smug grin. "I don't dislike what the sanctum looks like currently. I'd rather it got to know me first."

There's a girlish little squeal when he dips her.

"It sounds so dramatic." And a bit romantic.

"It's arranged these rooms really nicely. It definitely picked up the color scheme from things I like." One day the upstairs had been dark and brooding, the next it was more neutral and brighter.

"I am glad then that your tastes are not horrid." Loki teased her still with a wink, before pulling her back up. Nuzzling her forehead, before looking to the portal, and to see what boxes were left. If it wasn't much, he'd just grab them himself.

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"Oh really? I'm relieved we don't have to completely redecorate to suit you." She would if he really hated it.

"I suspect as the Sanctum gets used to me, it'll become a hybrid of our tastes." Loki murmured, kissing her nose teasingly before pulling away. Only so he could get the last of the boxes from the apartment, and complete their 'move'.

"Depends on who the building likes more." She's been told the Sanctums tend to pick favorites.

Any other boxes were placed with the rest, the portal closed. Now...now they lived in London. "I hope this Sanctum likes mischief then." Coming back over to her, Loki wrapped his arms around her, leaning his forehead against hers. "We're living together now...that's a big change."

She rests her hands on his hips, smiling fondly.

"In a new space that's ours. Feels very formal." She chuckles. It's a big change for them, despite having been together all the time prior.

"I'm still amused, and slightly suspicious, that Strange is allowing me here." But Loki's devotion to Christine wasn't in question. So he would guard her, as she guarded the sanctum.

"SO what would you like to do first, my Sweetling? Now that we're in space that is ours."

"He knows how fiercely protective you are of me. And Wong told him all about the battle in Wakanda." Wong got to see Loki's devotion first had at the way he immediately went to protect her.

"Would you like a proper tour? I'm sure I'll lose you in the library for quite some time."

"I would. And I suspect I will. I'm also going to be working on translations of the other books in Nordic runes from the New York Sanctum too." Leaning in to kiss her softly, sweetly.

She nods. "Stephen will make use of your skills."

They will have the whole night to explore their new bedroom, for now she gives him a quick kiss and takes his hand to give him a tour.

"Oh We've talked about them. We have an...understanding of sorts." Loki replied, moving with her and twining their fingers. Their own apartment set of rooms were on the 3rd floor, with a small crawl-space level up above them. On the same floor was the library, which did have a small balcony that looked over into a small ornamental garden. So at least when Loki was 'lost' to the Library, he wouldn't be far.

On the 2nd floor were some small bedrooms, a larger sitting room, and the room housing the few artifacts kept at the London Sanctum. It was also home to a room with a set of dedicated portals--heavily warded and shielded. The first floor was entirely 'public' space with the kitchen and dining rooms, a formal parlor as well as a few smaller study rooms, and then entry hall and foyer to greet people.

The London Sanctum had never held many acolytes, but there were a few. And now Ylfa, and Loki and Christine.

The building was a beautiful space, an old building adapted by magic. Most of the building had an English feel to it, regal and elegant.

The library was fairly well stocked despite what had happened, though there were few of the very secretive tomes here.

"I love this room." She says as she leads him into the artifact room. It hums with magic, the artifacts themselves are checking the magical signatures of the visitors.

Much like the New York Sanctum, London's artifacts were housed in glass display cases and stands. Protected by more than just mundane locks, but not hidden away beyond simply being guarded. "Why is that, Sweetling?" Loki asked, still with their fingers twined. He could sense the magic too, much of it old--at least as old as he was.

"Because I can feel them." Which is a strange and wonderful sensation. These old objects reaching out to a part of her that is still new.

"This one is very old." She moves to one of the cases, a little blue gem set in a necklace sits inside and looks unassuming.

"Which one is that one?" Loki was still learning the different artifacts, and none of them had labels. Nor had Strange been exactly forthcoming about them to the Trickster. It was like he was scared Loki'd use them or something.

Is this also like how you tend to picture me with that hum of magic around me?

A bit, yeah. I know your magic so well now.

She waves a hand and the case unlocks for her, a perk of becoming the head of a sanctum, it gives access to all of the cases and books.

"This is a dreamstone."

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