whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

Again--it's the hedonist in him. Savoring the touches and kisses, reveling in the sensation. That there are genuinely pleasant emotions associated with it--so far he has no reason to use her, or manipulate her...

There is most definitely a promise of more...

Eventually though, he pulls away just enough to speak. Still sharing breath, blue-green eyes slit just enough to watch her. "You did just get dressed, and I'd rather we savored our time together for as long as we can with no impending business but us." So that soak might have to wait.

"We do have a few days for debauchery." Which they will likely get up to a lot.

"You did have a few books." They aren't terribly exciting, but she is calling him out for his lie about not having any books.

"Debauchery's part of the plan now?" Feigning surprise, but he's smiling at her. "I'm a liar, except when I'm telling the truth." Which most people couldn't tell so easily. Leaning up to kiss her forehead, thumbs brushing her cheeks. Before pulling away and clasping her hands. Leading the way to the sitting room, settling on the couch.

"I have nothing to do until I receive a copy of the documents I need to review. Which gives me about 30 minutes with you having my undivided attention."

"Wasn't it always?" Given how good their sexual chemistry had been the last time, she was absolutely expecting debauchery when she came with him.

"What have you been up to for two months? Should I get you a phone so I can annoy you more consistently?" She sits on the sofa with him, her legs draping over his lap.

"....I'll get a phone." He'd figure out how to turn off certain tracking features he was sure were built into them. Resting his hands on her legs, idly stroking over her calf and knee. "I dodged successfully this time." With a sly grin. "Unfortunately it wasn't worth it. What I found will not suit my purposes. I've also been modifying the Commodore. And helping play diplomat." There was an hint of mischief in the half-smirk. "Unlike my brother, I actually have experience in ruling."

"Appreciate it." She won't text him all the time, but just occasionally to make sure he's okay.

"Ah good, you've learned." She smirks. "You've been busy. The hospital has been a nightmare, and I didn't know why. Apparently we were just haunted."

She rolls her eyes at the ruling comment.

"You can be very diplomatic when it serves you." Just like his charm.

"I do actually have experience. I ruled over Asgard for the last four years." When it served him he could do and be a lot of things. "Granted, it was because I was pretending to be Odin, but I still did it."

"So you were a secret King?" That sounds right somehow, like it would be what he would do.

"I really want to see the horned helmet." It's a random thought, but it's such a hallmark of what Loki wears.

"More that I usurped the throne, in its way." Loki commented dryly. "I also ruled Asgard, briefly, when Odin was in his Odin sleep and Thor was banished. Patting her knee apologetically, he shifted her legs from his lap and moved to stand.

Taking a step or two, so she would have a good view. Before shapeshifting to a familiar look, since she'd watched the newsreels. It was both regal and intimidating at the same time.

"Those look heavy." He looks great though. The horns really add some drama to the whole look.

"Do you have smaller, more practical horns? You know, for fitting in doors and stuff."

"Not what like what you're imagining, probably." It really wasn't heavy, as he'd grown used to wearing it. Protective armor yes, but not like a full suit of armor. Bowing just slightly, offering her his hand if she wanted. Full courtly grace.

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