whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

She didn't expect the dry reply from Thor and she almost feels a bit bad about it.

In the long term it wouldn't hurt to have Asgardian healers and human doctors who are versed in both.

Her mind reaches out to Loki.

you're so much better at this than I am.

At navigating all these details and personalities.

"And how long are you expecting to be with us, Doctor?" Thor asked, good humor not hampered too much. "What arrangements would we need to make, that we haven't already? I can also reach out to find further contacts, so that you are just the first of many I hope."

That would also take some of the spotlight off of her.

I've had to learn, Sweetling. It's part of who I am. Reassurance and amusement in the overtones of his mental voice.

"Starting with the trade of medical care will also help put us in several nation's good graces as well as support the idea that we are not an invading force." Loki added to the general conversation.

"For the week. I don't think I'm in need of anything besides clothes."

She's always been good at getting by with the minimum. She let's that reassurance wash over her. She's fine at groups and fancy events when it's for work, this feels different.

Of course this was different; it was family and friends, so to speak.

"We'll provide for you what we can. We are lucky in that we haven't been too taxing on resources, beyond the suddenness, for our neighbors yet. My people also are curious and not afraid to help and work hard, which has eased relations too." It hadn't been easy, but it also hadn't been as difficult as it could be. The Statesman did have some resources too.

"What can we offer you in return, Dr. Palmer? Besides our hospitality." Heimdall asked gently. "And our friendship, though you have that already."

What do you want to do while here, Sweetling? Besides me, that is. Loki clarified for her.

"I appreciate being welcomed here, I need very little." She's got hot food and a welcoming tub to soak in, this is a vacation for her.

"Perhaps some fight training? I know that my association with Loki might gain me some unwanted attention."

with that attitude I may choose to shower alone. she teases.

"Not just your association with Loki, since most don't even know he's here. Which is how we like it." Brunehilde said. "I'll gladly train you in what I can."

"That does remind me." Thor was nodding though, to this plan. "You likely understand why we keep my brother's presence a secret at large. It's hardly avoidable in New Asgard and among our people. We've had only some trouble with our host nation as well, but they've seen the wisdom in officially and unofficially keeping out of it. Dr. Strange has assured me he has no plans to out Loki's whereabouts, but will be keeping an eye on him."

"Hey!" Loki objected, which Thor ignored.

"I will inform my friends, eventually. Selectively." Thor continued. "But I trust you will also keep his presence as unknown as possible, Dr. Palmer?"

She nods. "I do understand not everyone would take quite as kindly to him as I have."

As much as she is under Loki's protection, there is some protection she is able to offer in return.

"I promise to keep his presence secret."

sounds like an affair.

I do understand in the myths I have a wife, but that is most definitely not something that has happened. Yet. I have yet to meet anyone named Sigyn.

"I think you're crazy to have taken kindly to him, but hey" Brunehilde shrugged. "If it makes you happy." As long as the other knew what she was in for, the Valkyrie figured she'd stay out of it.

"Thank you, Doctor." Thor said, meaning it. "Were it not for recent actions, I myself would be wary--or at least more wary--of having brought him here." Thor's smile was wry. "It's a subject we've much discussed between us, and so far I am not dead."

"I can't kill you, I still need you alive for now." Loki said dryly.

"What would you like to talk about, Dr. Palmer. Rather than our internal squabbles?" Heimdall asked diplomatically.

I'd be dissapointed to find you had a wife now.

"I'm always just hopeful I won't get stabbed." Christine teases in reply.

"Whatever, I'm enjoying the sibling rivalry on a grand scale."

"That's just my preferred method." Loki teased, in response to her comment about stabbing. With Thor adding "You do favor it over almost anything else. It's getting to be predictable." Joining in on the teasing.

She'd be treated to much more sibling rivalry over the course of the meal. The talk varied from serious to not, mostly about the difficulties of settling in and plans for how to mitigate any difficulties thereof. Talk of who was organizing what, what goals were among the people, and the general state of things.

She was not ignored either, as there were questions about what she did--and no details seemed too grisly as to be off-limits. Likewise if she had questions and they could be answered, they were. All in all the Gods did not seem much different than humans--simply on a grander scale.

Eventually though, things were winding down as everyone ate their fill.

It starts to feel really nice, the coversation, the company. Christine thinks she might have a very nice week here.

The warriors are not at all sensitive about the things she deals with at work, and that doesn't surprise her, but its nice to be able to be open with people.

Dinner winds down and she's really in a lovely mood.

If anything, she gets hints and smaller stories about wounds they've inflicted on others. Not many of them, but a few. The mood is jovial and companionable overall.

"Be warned Dr. Palmer, we could sit and drink and share stories for hours if allowed. Our company is not as grand as it was, but we 4 haven't yet run out of things to talk about. Don't be afraid to leave if you need to. It has been a long day." Thor confided, with an understanding smile. "You're also welcome to remain, if that's your preference."

"I don't think I could keep up, I've had quite the day, it's probably best if I get some sleep."

There is a lot of truth to that, she is growing tired.

you can stay if you want.

"Hører du den broren? La henne sove!" Thor remarked, smirking over his mug of mead. Loki rolled his eyes. "You do know it's rude to speak in another language when one can't understand you, right?" As if he didn't do the very same thing.

"Very true. My apologies, Dr. Palmer. I could not resist teasing my brother, but it should not come at your expense." Thor did bow his head, but it was clear he hadn't meant to upset her--it was all meant in jest.

He was admonishing me to let you sleep. I'd rather prefer your company than stay, but if you want the alone time...

"I'm enrolling in a Norwegian course, so you will only be able to be sneaky for so long, your majesty."

She can handle it herself and with a level of amusement about it.

I would like your company, even if I might not be able to have the level of repeat performance as last time.

"When you do, then I shall tease you about your accent, Doctor." Thor said gamely, with a raise of his mug to her. "Rest well." The sentiment was echoed by Heimdall, though Brunehilde was also getting to her feet. "When you're free, just send someone to find me." She told Christine. "Dagny should be able to."

Likewise, Loki was getting to his feet.

"Thank you. Have a good evening."

She will probably end up getting along quite well with Thor.

She expects Loki will excuse himself and come along with her.

Loki made no excuses, simply moved over to offer his arm as before. There was no spell dropped this time however. "Good night." He said politely, before leading her out. Brunehilde likewise made her own closing greetings, and fell into step with them for now.

She didn't stay though, as they headed back the way they came. Veering off when they were in the main common areas, with a grin and little salute. "Call me if you can't handle him." To Christine.

Christine laughs, "I'll let you know if I need help."

She gives Loki's arm a little squeeze as they make it down the hallway to his rooms.

The walk passed in companionable silence, her little gesture met with a pat of his hand against her own. It wasn't long at all before they were back through the door into his rooms. Door once more closed and locked.

"I thought you handled yourself fine, for what it's worth." Said with a smile, and moving to bring her hand up and brush his cheek against it.

"Thank you." She strokes her thumb along his cheekbone.

"I like them. Though I think we are both a bit more introverted then they are." Given that they both enjoy quiet evenings with books.

"Oh don't get me wrong. I love a good night of partying as much as anyone." Leaning into her touch. "I'd just rather be here, and it has been a long day."

"You are described as a hedonist." She's read more of the mythology since she met him.

"I haven't been to a real party in a few years." Just a few charity galas, which are not real parties.

Her hand leaves his face, but only to unfasten his tunic instead.

That brings a chuckle, especially with her actions. Cupping her face in turn, while he leaned down to kiss her. Slow and lazy, indulgent and savoring every press of lips to lips. Fortunately for her, his clothing is not as fiddly as hers will be.

I thought you wanted to soak more.

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That belt is easy to unhook so she can push fabric from his shoulders.

you'd want to be naked for a soak as well.

She really enjoys being able to communicate even while she's kissing him.

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