whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"That would be fine." Christine nods.

"What's your name?" Its the type of person Christine is that she actually both wants to know and will remember everyone's names.

"Dagny, Milady." It was a simple reply, towels placed near the bath before the maid turned her attention to her more fully. "Will there be anything else? Would you like help?"

"I'll be fine from here, thank you Dagny."

Christine is eager to have a nice relaxing bath while she waits for Loki to return. She's been holding some tension in her back since the attack.

"Of course Milady." Dagny gave one more curtsy, before leaving Christine to her own ends.

Whenever she emerged, there would be a simple but elegant robe waiting for her. Proper clothing would actually take a bit longer to hunt up.

Christine finds herself soaking until the water goes cool before she gets out and dries off. She steps out of the bathroom in a towel and finds the robe.

It feels nice on her skin and she admires the look in the mirror before she finds herself taking one of those history books and laying on his bed to read.

It is a very comfy bed. The Statesman being compared to a cruise ship was definitely an apt comparison. If she's very perceptive, Loki's feel lingers on the sheets. A hint of scent (wintery and slightly bitter), a 'shimmery' feeling that teases against her Empathy as well. Something that slides away from her grasp if she tries to catch it.

At least an hour passes From the other room, there is the sound of a door opening, and Dagny calls out "Milady?" She'd managed to find clothing, although whether it was suit she was unsure.

The bed is quite nice and has a certain feel about it. Loki has spent enough time here that he's all over it.

"In the bedroom." Christine calls back, sitting up and straightening herself out a bit.

If Dagny is at all surprised or flustered, she doesn't show it.

"I've found some clothing, if it will suit Milady?" It was a mix of Asgard and Earth, in neutral tones but with green prominent.

"I'm sure it will be perfect." Christine will wear about anything, the clothes do fit the color scheme that Loki favors, which does amuse her a bit.

"And Milady doesn't need assistance with dressing?" Dagny was guessing not, but wanted to be certain. The coordinating color scheme had actually been Brunhilde's idea, when consulted about clothing. Both her way of getting back at the Prince and making certain everyone knew who was protecting their guest.

Dark black leggings and sturdy boots, with a top that was green and black--fitted around the bodice before splitting around the hips, narrowing almost into a black apron with gold trim. The sleeves came to a point near her fingers, and billowed out at her upper arms. Bracers had been been included to help cinch them in, along with what was almost an underbust corset--but far more practical. In all, it was a very fitting of Loki's tastes. Hopefully it met Christine's too.

There was the sound of the door opening again, and two masculine voices. One called out--not Loki, but Thor. "Please pardon the intrusion, Doctor Palmer."

"I'll be alright on my own."

She is checking out the clothing, she finds she rather likes the look of them, practical enough for movement but still rather nice looking.

She's only halfway dressed when she hears voices.

"Give me one minute to finish dressing, if you don't mind?" She calls back. She doesn't imagine Thor really wants a full view of her tits.

As if Loki would let that happen either. But her time dressing isn't interrupted further. Once she's ready, heading to the sitting room will find both Loki and Thor standing politely. The latter offers a smile and a bow. "My apologies for not introducing myself properly earlier, Dr. Palmer. No insult was meant." He also had a familiar item with him, from the hospital--her bag. Holding it out to her. "The Sorcerer insisted you would want this. And he asks that you call on him when you return."

Loki kept his expression neutral, though he took in the way she looked. Rest well, Sweetling? You look lovely. A pause and an amused overtone. It IS rather convenient to be able to speak like this.

She is wearing the full outfit and feels quite comfortable in it.

"There was a bit of commotion, I don't blame you." She takes the bag, Stephen could have moments of being thoughtful. "Oh, I imagine he does."

It still comes as a surprise to feel Loki in her mind, but she doesn't seem to change expressions. I do have a bit of your look going on don't I?

"I am going to wager you have some questions for me?" She asks Thor.

"You wager correctly, but most of them will have to wait. I came to be assured you were alright and being treated well. To help smooth things over given the interruption, there will be a formal dinner--or as formal as we can manage, for the visiting dignitaries." Thor's smile remained, although his blue eye turned to his brother.

"Although I do find it amusing, Brother, that you chided me before for my affection for Dr. Foster. Something about how their lives are so much the blink of an eye." Clear curiosity and mirth in the banter.

"She did me a kindness before, and has proven to be good company." Loki said, raising a brow and daring his brother to say more. If it was a game of words, Thor's odds of winning weren't very high.

"I am very comfortable, Dagny has been wonderfully helpful."

She is also a bit amused.

"You just both enjoy the company of smart women." Two doctors hanging around the brothers, there is something to be said about it.

That brings a rich laugh from Thor. "If I understand correctly, you are a different kind of Doctor. A healer." But the smile is also warm. Reaching out he claps Loki on the shoulder, grinning. "I like this one, Loki." Loki just looked unamused, and like this was something familiar.

Teasing of his brother done, Thor moved over to clasp her hand, and bowed over it. "Thor Odinson, Dr. Christine Palmer, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I wish you luck with him." Straightening back up, and letting her hand go. "I hope you're prepared for a challenge. He's stubborn, and disagreeable, and far too clever for his own good. But he's not all bad."

"I'm right here you know." Loki had crossed his arms and was staring at his brother with a long suffering look and one eyebrow raised.

She nods, she is a healer.

Thor has massive hands and she grins at him. "He has his moments."

She is also quite apt to teasing Loki. Though the younger brother will receive a much friendly greeting when they are alone.

"It's more fun to tease you when you're in earshot." The look she give Loki is all fondness and affection.

"I don't do much teasing of him anymore. I shall leave that in your hands." Thor said, still with that grin. "I'll have a copy of the treaty sent here, and we will need to go over it together." Back to business, addressing Loki once more. "I've assured the dignitaries that we can protect the Tesseract, and they've agreed to not speak of what happened here. But I hope you have a plan, Loki. A good one."

Loki just nodded, before smirking. "Of course I have a plan." Had already been doing his best to enact his plan when he could. Now it was just much more urgent. "Go be the boring Royal I know you are." With a look, and both hands shooing the elder brother away. To Thor's chuckling amusement, as he gave a nod at Loki's guest, and exited.

Loki followed to be certain he was gone. At some point, Dagny had slipped out as well--unnoticed, like a good servant usually was. It meant Loki checked the door, and locked it, before relaxing somewhat and turning back to Christine.

Once business was concluded and they were alone she is finally able to move to him to hug him again.

"Hello there." The drive to be touching him is stronger than she's ever had with a lover and she wonders if it's because she can feel him mentally as well.

"You're so free with your affection..." He sounded faintly puzzled, but amused. A second, before wrapping his arms around her in turn in a hug. Loki didn't mind, but he was...usually not very touchy. Even with prior lovers...

Maybe it was the intimacy of being able to communicate on a level beyond simply the physical. Maybe it was that Christine so clearly trusted him, believed in him. Wanted him as he was.

"If you would prefer I not..." she wouldn't push affection if he didn't want it. But sometimes he seems so touch starved that she wants to give him the touch he's been lacking.

"You have a really nice bathtub."

"No no, I just...I'm not used to it." Moving to cup her face. "How is it you trust me so easily and are so giving?" With a little soft smile.

Then she mentions the bath tub, and he's grinning with a little laugh. "I told you, I also enjoy long soaks."

She tilts her face into his touch.

"You've given me no reason to not trust you." If he had given her any reason not to she wouldn't be so trusting.

"Might have to try that together." It's a bit suggestive, a little wiggle of the brows.

That baffled him still. "I've had no reason to." She had nothing he wanted that she wasn't already giving him. His goals had room for her companionship in them. So why was he trying, albeit not very hard, to push her away?

Her comment though just has him bending his head. Kissing her, with pure affection and joy in it. Holding her steady, again that tasting and intimate kind of kiss.

She makes for a good companion. He can have someone supporting him.

The way he kisses her has the ability to make her a little weak in the knees. There's a heat and a promise of more, she has missed him.

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