whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

There's an amused little noise.

"And can you make frogs now?"

She shares Frigga's sentiment that Loki could do anything. Christine just hopes he uses all that power for good things.

"Find me a flower and I'll show you." With an amused cant to his head and a half-smirk. "Planning to dissect it to see if a frog made from a flower is different?"

It was likely he'd never be wholly 'good'--he would always be mischievous and a trickster. But he could turn that towards more positive ends overall.

"I don't kill things. The original frog was already dead, thank you." She huffs in mock indignation.

Very rarely is anyone purely good or evil. She accepts Loki's shade of gray.

That just brings a chuckle, and there's mischief in the smile. "I mean, I could kill it for you so you could see." But he's teasing her, and won't press it. He has many, many shades of gray.

"The frog didn't do anything to you."

Now, if he found someone trying to harm her or someone else, she wouldn't stop him from killing them. She has some moral ambiguity herself.

"Maybe you should turn yourself into a frog for a bit, see what frog life is all about." She teases.

More laughter, as he's teasing her. "I could do that if you wanted. I'm a shapeshifter after all."

Does that mean you'd kiss me to turn me back into a prince?

She joins the laughter.

Or I could build you a nice little tank and keep frog Loki as a pet.

Oh I'd just keep escaping and make trouble.

It was companionable, and all light enough. No hint of 'more' besides the conversation about Frigga. Even then, it could be chalked up to her being friendly with the royals. Her interactions with Thor had been smooth enough, and he was much more open than his brother.

It wasn't much longer though before they were back at his rooms.

You'd be the worst pet.

They paint a friendly picture out in public, which could be surprised but certainly isn't scandalous.

Now once he closes the door however, then she's grabbing him and tugging him close to kiss him. She has to get some kisses in before dinner.

The very fact that she IS staying in his rooms could be considered scandalous enough, for it implied far more. It was a very worth-it-risk in his eyes, and so far those who might matter approved. Everyone else could simply wonder.

His hands move to hers, then up to stroke through her hair softly. Returning every kiss and touch. Pulling her close, protectively.

I think you did handle yourself quite well for only having a few lessons, earlier

There were no doubt implications about sharing Loki's rooms, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. Getting to fall asleep with him is worth some gossip.

It's such a stark transition when they are in private again, they don't waste any time in touching again.

Thank you. Seeing you fight was sexier than I might want to admit.

That brings laughter in the kiss, lips curling into a smile, and a tighter hug. She did rather effectively spring it on us. I'm normally more lethal.

I very much believe that.

With the way he moves, people would be stabbed before they even realized he was close enough to do so.

"I probably shouldn't kiss you too much, or I'll look like we've been very busy in here."

"We have some time. More than when I woke you yesterday." Moving to grasp her hand and bring it up to press kisses to it. "But if you're going to be testing your new psychic waters, I should show you how to do so without putting yourself in more danger."

"I also have to make myself presentable for dinner." And she doesn't have magic to charm herself into looking like she hasn't spent hours learning to fight.

"Probably should."

To be fair, he does too--even with magic. "You need to learn to strike without having to lower your shielding. And I can only help so much, because mine isn't tied to my Empathy the way yours is." But she had shown herself to be capable and intelligent and a quick study so far.

Leaning up he pressed a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand where he held it. "We should get cleaned up, and we can talk and I can show you while we're getting ready."

She nods, it makes sense. She can't make herself open when she needs to attack.

"Probably shouldn't shower together." She chuckles, "we would be very late."

Another kiss against her forehead, holding her tightly. "It would take the edge off but only make us want more." Bringing her hand up to nuzzle, before he let's it go apologetically. Pulling back as well. "You have a selection in the bedroom to choose from. I'll be quick and have far less of a choice to make."

"We don't go for quickies, do we?" Nor do they seem to go for just once.

She lets him go, they do have some responsibilities.

"Are you going to go with something green for a change?" Unless he is going to wear a suit, it seems likely to be green.

She steps away to go to the bedroom to choose from the clothes set out for her.

That brings laughter, as he's pulling off the padded leather over-jacket. "Formal Midgardian style, Sweetling. I'll have a deep green tie and accents, but otherwise was going with basic black."

He's entirely un-self-conscious as he removes the light armor he had been wearing, to head for the bathroom.

Hanging not far away, are a variety of options for Christine, although most seemed to be of a pant-suit variety. She had choices it would seem.

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"I'm very interested in seeing you in a suit."

She's shameless in watching him undress. She may have to wait to have him, but at least she gets a good view of what she gets to come back to.

magnificent ass. Comes to him as he walks away.

She will pick between the blue or green suit options, both colors suit her skin well.

There's amusement and mental laughter sent to her. I quite like yours as well Sweetling.

His own clothes were hanging up, so she could see if she wanted to snoop in the closet. A black 3-piece formal suit with white dress shirt. Lain out nearby were a tie, pocket kerchief, and tie clip. Should she continue snooping, she will find no jeans at all among 'casual' wear, and a clear preference for style even when dressed down. It is a comfortable blend of Midgardian and Asgardian styles.

It's not long at all also before she'll hear the shower running.

Of course she's going to snoop, running her hands along his clothes with a little smile; she couldn't have pictured him in jeans anyway. Everything in his closet looks like it's practical enough for a good range of movement.

She ends at the tie, a little smile tugging at her lips at how perfectly it fits his usual look.

Christine realizes her bag doesn't have much in the way of makeup, just a tube of chapstick. And while she's never felt a need for the stuff, if given the choice, she probably would have put on a bit for a formal state dinner.

He had told her to be welcome in his rooms; whether she'd understood it, considering he'd said so in Asgardian...

She could always call for Dagny for assistance--she had been shown how. There were panels to do so in both the bedroom and sitting room.

She's not so worried about makeup that she thinks to call help.

Though she will probably need a bit of magical help to get her hair dry in a reasonable amount of time.

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