Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

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[whose_son_am_i]

Keeping her close, he squeezed back before wrapping the towel around her. Rubbing gentle circles with it, drying her. "...you once asked me for something no one else knows about me." Leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed while he enjoyed the closeness.

[drpalmer]

She drapes her arms around him. She worries a bit about how easy this feels, she's going to be crushed when he inevitably disappears, but at least she has him now.

"I remember."

[whose_son_am_i]

His voice was quieter when he spoke after several moments. "I'm...not used to positive attention. Not for very long, anyways. Or positive touch. I'm a very private person in many ways, and often lived in my brother's shadow." Leaning in to kiss her briefly, softly. "But I welcome your presence and touch. Perhaps it's simply because you are so genuine and kind."

It wasn't a very deep secret, and it was likely people could figure it out. But he was offering her another sign of trust and affection.

[drpalmer]

"You can have all the touch you want from me." She is happy to give him the affection that he's been lacking.

"It helps that I am great at cuddling." She knows that was a deep sort of admission for him and it gives a little glimpse into why he is so often so closed down.

[whose_son_am_i]

"You are indeed." Another brief kiss, hands still rubbing the towel against her softly. Like he'd said, there is something to be said for drying one's lover off. "I'll still probably be very private, in public." But he hadn't wanted her to fret. He was private, and often closed off, so no one could properly tell what was truly important to him and what was a game.

She was no game.

[drpalmer]

She nods. "It's probably smart, if I seem to important to you I could be a target to get to you."

And with little in the way of defense. Being a bit secretive will serve to protect her.

[whose_son_am_i]

"It'll be hard on you, however." Letting blue-green eyes open half-way, to study her own. "I want you safe, but for your own sake as well." Which was a new and puzzling thing for him.

[drpalmer]

She brushes her nose to his.

"I'll be okay. I'm stronger than I look. Not so much physically, but emotionally."

[whose_son_am_i]

"You would have to be, to do what you do in your work." Accompanying his words was a brush of her mind--emotion, not words. Admiration. Loki was sure to focus only on sending that. In his deepest mind, there was also pity, that she would let herself be a victim and hurt over and over again--but he could also see how that was a form of strength too. Which is why he sent her the feeling he did.

[drpalmer]

There's definitely a vulnerability to medicine. Sometimes she comes home and absolutely breaks down over the losses. But the wins can be so sweet, it evens out.

She cups his face and kisses him as her own way of thanking him. The link flooding with the happiness she felt seeing him again, how her fears had dissipated the moment he arrived.

[whose_son_am_i]

Leaning into the touch and kiss, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close again.

Keeping a very tight rein on his thoughts and emotions. Somehow she'd become very precious to him in a very short amount of time, and Loki wondered (and worried a bit) about it. One second to identify how she'd reached him, and then he didn't hesitate to pull out a close-guarded object and go to her... That was very new behavior for him.

Maybe it was also part of why Thor didn't seem as concerned as he might otherwise be, about his brother dallying with a human.

[drpalmer]

It's a change that must be noticeable to his brother, to see Loki immediately rushing to help someone. That alone shows a level of fondness.

"We should go to bed." She mutters against his lips.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Mmmmmagreed." Murmured against her in turn. Although now, he expended the magic to finish drying them. A shimmer of greenish-yellow washing over them, and he wasn't concerned about where the towel dropped. Walking with her, but unwilling to unwrap his arms or part from her mouth.

[drpalmer]

They have gotten into the habit of moving while basically attached to one another.

As affectionate as Christine can be she's never been with someone who she craves quite so much touch from.

[whose_son_am_i]

He has quite the backlog of lacking it. Her touch was especially welcome as well, in a way few others had been. It's not a long walk before they're at the bed, and with a little parting kiss, Loki finally and reluctantly let go. Moving to draw down blankets, before reaching for her once again as they climbed into bed.

[drpalmer]

They're only apart for a moment before she's tangling herself up with him in bed.

He deserves a bit of affection after so many years without.

[whose_son_am_i]

It wasn't that he hadn't been loved, in his family's own way. It simply hadn't been as effective as it could be. Frigga had come close, teaching him magic and working with his gifts. But most of Loki's gifts weren't becoming of a proper 'warrior' or 'king' however....

Close and skin-to-skin once more, mouth and fingers everywhere. Brushing through her hair, cupping her face softly, teasing along her skin in knowing ways. He ends up prone beneath her, and has no issue with it whatsoever. It will not be long at all before they join another again so intimately at this rate. With needed heat and possession and want.

[drpalmer]

It's not long before she's lowering herself onto him with a sigh. It's honestly impressive how quickly he recovers and how eager they both are to come together.

[whose_son_am_i]

That sigh is echoed in him, hands going to her hips in support. Loki has had eager and willing lovers before, but there's something more there with Christine. Something in her that is different--besides simply that they're able to communicate with each other mentally.

Were Loki honest with himself, it's a little scary.

She held more control over their pace like this, and he would move to ensure he filled her every time. Low gasps and sighs, and his mind brushing hers. Praising her for how good she feels, how enjoyable this is, how beautiful she looks while flushed with pleasure.

[drpalmer]

It's very scary, even for her.

She holds her hands over his, trailing across her skin with him.

She enjoys the praise, and she returns it in kind. Telling him how irresistible she finds him.

[whose_son_am_i]

Again, Loki was like a big cat in some ways--slow blinks of his eyes, as he watched her. Blue-green glittered while studying her, and his mouth quirked into a smile. Joined as they were, he let his mind brush hers Your soul shines like a star, while speaking the words aloud. "Sjelen din skinner som en stjerne."

He'd used that phrase twice before, though she was never given the meaning before. There was deeper meaning to it still, that maybe someday, he'd share with her. When Asgardians died, their souls became stars.

[drpalmer]

She knows he's said that phrase before and now she has a meaning to it.

It sounds sweet, a deeper compliment than being called beautiful.

[whose_son_am_i]

It is a deeper compliment, and part of why he finds her beautiful. She was setting their pace, in control this time.

[drpalmer]

There are fond whispers, my prince.

It's likely the only time she would use his title if not at some sort of formal gathering.

[whose_son_am_i]

Shimmers of laughter in her mind, amused and fond. Would you like to be dressed as a proper princess tomorrow night, or something less outstanding? Gentle touches surrounding her mind, cradling it as something truly precious.