whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"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.

She takes that hand with a smile.

"My Lord." It's absolutely dripping with teasing sarcasm.

Her hand is bowed over, with slightly more grace than Thor had managed, but that was just a difference between the two. "Technically it would be 'your majesty' or 'your highness', my Lady." He could do teasing sarcasm too.

"Wouldn't Majesty be reserved for the reigning monarch?" She does love to challenge the man.

Not that she has plans to curtsy to Thor either. She's not Asgardian, so it's probably fine.

"If you want to split hairs..." He enjoys that she does. It's part of why he likes her company--she was intelligent. If she were going to curtsy, she'd already have done it. Neither brother would require it of her except the most formal of occasions--where she'd probably be coached before hand.

Brushing his thumb over her palm, before he shapeshifted again. This time, his look was more casual overall, while still regal and very much his style. "I take it you were thinking of something like this?

"I wouldn't want to go using the wrong title." There is the thought that she might have to go though all of the formality at some point but she's not concerned about it.

"Oh, I like this one. Shows off your hair."

"I doubt Thor will care, from you. Others might, depending on the protocol. But that's part of what we're still figuring out." Now her hand was brought up for a kiss.

"If it's a fancy enough event I'll figure out how to be proper." She stands to move closer.

They look like a couple, especially in the complimentary outfits.

"I need some sort of distinctive headwear. I'll find a hat." She laughs.

Loki reached up to cup her face again gently. "Not everyone regards me favorably. You will be judged for being acquainted with me... Are you certain you're alright with that?" Softly, blue-green eyes serious. "It will also make you a target, for those who might hold a grudge against me."

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