Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[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.

[whose_son_am_i]

Surprise or not, there is decorum to these things--and Loki doesn't want her embarrassed. Or to be embarrassed himself. She's not allowed to step too far, as Loki smooths her hair down carefully. A shimmer of magic over himself, and he looks put-together once more. Squeezing her hand, before also taking another step, and another. Before he moves over, unlocking the door via the control panel. It opens with a swiff of sound, revealing a boy who looked to be in his late teens with a stack of documents.

"Anything else, my Lord?" The clerk asks. Loki turns to Christine. "I'll be pretty boring for the immediate future." He says aloud, while his mind brushes hers in a caress. You're welcome to stay, Sweetling, or I can see about arranging a distraction for you.

[drpalmer]

She's a bit jealous of how easy it is for him to look completely polished again.

Christine doesn't make any effort to move, letting Loki handle his work.

I'll stay if you don't mind. The sofa is comfortable.

She doesn't mind just flopping on the sofa and reading one of his history books.

[whose_son_am_i]

You should also let your work know where you'll be, if you haven't already. Loki reminded her, still brushing her mind softly.

"Is it to be a formal dinner tonight?" He asked the page. "No my Lord. His Majesty has arranged that for tomorrow, with as full compliments as we can give to our visitors." It only made sense--they'd need time to put together something that might qualify as a 'formal dinner' with their limited resources. It also told Loki when he'd need to coach Christine on protocol.

Tonight would, if there was any gathering, likely be informal. Thor, Heimdall, Brunhild...he'd be expected with Christine of course. Banner had left months ago or he'd have been included.

"That will be all." Loki confirmed; the page gave a brief bow, before heading off to other duties. For safety, Loki re-locked the door, stack of documents in one hand. "I just don't want you to be bored."

[drpalmer]

I'll message them.

She's got her phone set near his bed so she gets it to send a message taking the week off.

She's happy to hear that she has an extra evening to prepare for a formal dinner.

"I'll be fine, I started reading one of your history books already." And there is no promise she won't take a little nap, it's been a long, stressful day.

[whose_son_am_i]

There is the equivalent of a mini-bar with drinks both alcoholic and not in the sitting room as well. "I figured I should start learning more about our new home." Coming over to her, Loki reached out to take her hand. Squeezing softly, before bringing it up to his lips. "Vær velkommen på rommene mine." She might be able to recognize a word in that, maybe two.

[drpalmer]

"Get to work, my Prince." She presses a kiss to his cheek before turning to go read in the bedroom.

She likes his rooms, they feel cozy enough for her to be able to relax.

[whose_son_am_i]

That brings a small chuckle, but he heads over to the desk anyways. It's quiet, companionable, and hopefully he won't disturb her as he does pace occasionally while thinking things over.

She is welcome to nap on the bed, as its easily large enough for two. The coverings are soft, with a myriad of pillows. The equivalent to a window shade was drawn, and the lights could be adjusted to a soft glow. If she needed anything, she was welcome to either rummage for it, or simple ask him.

[drpalmer]

It's nice to know he's close after what feels like too long without him. She occasionally hears footfalls as he moves about but it's not nearly loud enough to disturb her.

She does read for a while, before her eyes get heavy and she dozes off.

[whose_son_am_i]

As she'd noticed earlier, there was the feel of him--on the bed especially. A faint scent (something wintry with a hint of bitter), a 'shimmery' sort of feel that seemed to slide away when reached for. Warm, and soft coverings, with one likely an alien-fur of some kind. She's welcome to sleep and make herself comfortable.

It will be another few hours before she's awoken. A brush of fingers through her hair, an even gentler kiss...

[drpalmer]

She ends up kicking off her boots and snuggling under some of his blankets.

When she feels that little kiss her lips turn up before she responds in kind, just for a moment. He has these moments of being so incredibly gentle and sweet.

"Did you do everything you needed?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"Everything that's going to be done for now." Still brushing his fingers through her hair. At some point he'd made time to change out of the light armor he'd worn for most of that day. Like her, his outfit was a subtle blend of Earth and Asgardian. Mostly for the green top, over black canvas slacks and sturdy boots.

"We have about 20 minutes, Sweetling."

[drpalmer]

"That's not enough time for what I'd most like to do to you."

She moves over a bit in the bed so he can lay next to her.

[whose_son_am_i]

Taking that invitation, he curls himself around her, careful of his boots but otherwise getting as close as he could. "After dinner, Sweetling. I've insisted that evenings be my own, and I doubt anyone will expect different given your visit." It's teasing but also a promise.

[drpalmer]

She draps an arm around his waist.

"So you were going over all of the political bits?" That sort of thing seems a bit less secretive and like he may be more likely to talk about it with her.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Looking for any and all loopholes." He confirmed. "Our position is tenuous in some ways. As I said, we're lucky to have not been regarded as an invading force." Lazily, he strokes along her spine. "There are those who would like us to find somewhere else to settle, whether it be in the nation or not. There are some who feel its blasphemy to suggest such a thing, still believing we're Gods. There are those who are happy for our presence here. It's all a lovely tangle."

[drpalmer]

"A spaceship of refugee gods does seem politically complicated." There are likely some people who are absolutely thrilled to have the children of Odin living in Norway.

"This is quite a small village, I can understand why locals would be concerned." It's the same all over, mass immigration causes worry about supplies and jobs.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Exactly so." He nodded. "We came here for personal reasons, for Thor and myself. But also because it would be familiar." Aside from the mess of worry about supplies and jobs, the village itself had been fairly welcoming. They had living history and mythology coming to stay. "It's not simply the locals though, unless you mean the whole of Norway as 'local'. Further, there are nations in the world who are intensely curious as well, and ascribing any number of motives or meanings to our presence here." His tone turned dry. "We are, for better or worse, the first extra terrestrial entities to have made contact with Earth some years ago, and now we've brought a bunch of us to live here. While we lack most all of the Einherjar or other warriors, that doesn't mean there aren't those among us who know how to fight or are unwilling to. Considering our differences from humans..."

It was, in short, a huge mess; Norway was just a microcosm of it.

"I know Thor has been in contact with what's left of that American organization and its one-eyed director. I've also had to coach him, repeatedly, on certain matters. If only because while he has grown less impulsive over the years, he is still far more warrior than not."

[drpalmer]

"You did bring us a full spaceship full of aliens. And with how humans are I'm sure some nations are questioning how to best exploit your presence."

It's very good that Loki isn't the public face of their group though, the public likes Thor, he's an Avenger. Loki doesn't have the best reputation on Earth.

"Your brother seems nice, as big as I imagined. But I wouldn't be surprised to find he lacks subtlety."

[whose_son_am_i]

"I am pleased to say he's been learning." Loki said dryly. "He's not dumb though, despite how headstrong he can be. He's a qualified tactician in some ways, and he has accepted help from those who have other skills. Like myself, and Heimdall. Brunhilde, the Valkyrie, is also on his council." Moving to softly nuzzle her hair. "You'll see them and meet her at dinner though. I'm not usually known for going, but it's expected of me since I have a guest."

[drpalmer]

"It's a sign of intellect to welcome knowledge from those who have different areas of expertise."

He's quite affectionate right now, Christine traces little circles along his side before sliding her hand to his back.

"Don't you bring women home often?" She teases.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Not really, no. Nor men, either." Loki had often gone to his lovers, rather than the other way around. "Or I sought companionship among those who had their own reasons to come to the palace."

[drpalmer]

"I feel honored to be your guest publicly then."

She is unbothered by the comment about men. He's a thousand year old alien, the least weird thing about him is an open sexuality.