Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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."

[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

"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."

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

She takes that hand with a smile.

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

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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?

[drpalmer]

"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."

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

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."

[drpalmer]

"I am. Besides, you don't do sentiment anyway." So he might not stay around for very long anyway.

"I had better work on my shields and fighting then, right?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"I do have a very selective heart." Loki agreed. Thumbs brushing her cheek, before moving up to stroke her hair. Invoking more than just illusion now, but full magic to create something. It was delicate, formed of wrapped wire and curving softly. No horns, but still would show whom she was with.

[drpalmer]

"Did you make me a little tiara?" She is flattered.

"You're going to make me think you like me, you know?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"Haven't you figured out I'm a liar yet?" With a little smirk, but there's...something more there. It was a very good thing that Loki had strong shields and a strong will. "You're worth treating well, Sweetling."

[drpalmer]

She has a sense that he does have a level of fondness for her besides just on the sexual level.

"So long as you continue to let me use that enormous tub I won't mind the lies."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Noted." Loki murmured, letting the illusion over himself vanish. Fingers tangling in her hair, around the tiara too. Leaning down to kiss her again. Deep, wanting, trying to tell her without words the complicated emotions he was feeling.

[drpalmer]

Her mind lightly brushes his as he kisses her, her body pressing solidly against him.

Despite how quickly they've moved, Christine has no doubts that there is something here. Something different that she needs to explore fully. She brushes her fingers against his cheek as her lips move against his.

[whose_son_am_i]

He was ready to curse that there was work to do, instead of just dragging her back to that enormous tub and loving her. He leans into her touch, changing the angle of the kiss to be more full. Accepting the brush of her mind, reaching out himself to hold hers. A different sensation than when he'd lain the shield over her own--this was pure 'touch'.

Did it matter how long they kissed? Probably not.

[drpalmer]

She tastes him, her tongue dancing with his. They could just stand here and kiss until that knock comes on the door that his work has arrived.

Until then it's just kissing and mental caresses.

[whose_son_am_i]

Which is exactly what they do, sharing brushes of their minds and tasting each other. There is a knock, and Loki pulls away, muttering a soft curse in a language she doesn't understand. A brief visual check, eyes skimming over her. ...she looked thoroughly kissed...

"A moment." He called, turning his head so he wasn't seeming to shout at her. Loki also didn't bother to hide the irritation he felt.

[drpalmer]

It really shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone that Christine has been kissed pretty heavily. They are sharing a room after all.

Her lips are swollen and she takes a little step away from him so he can answer the door.