"Think about what you might want, jewelry wise. Picture it as clearly in your mind as you can. It'll be a good training exercise too." Loki straightened the tie up, then added the tie clasp and vest. A visual check over himself, before turning fully to Christine.
"I'm very much looking to doing the same, Sweetling. We have a tub to soak in together too."
"I'll have to get dressed first. It'll make it easier to picture what I want to go with it."
It's her turn to tease as she dips into the bathroom to hang up the towel before coming back in nude. She's not quite as brashly confident as he is, but she isn't shy either.
She is lovely and Loki is more than happy to watch her. Or help her dress, if she wants. It's an excuse for soft affectionate touch and kisses and nuzzling. Nothing that would work them up, but just a general sharing of happiness in her presence.
She didn't need the help anymore than he did. But it was a good excuse to steal kisses and be sweet with each other. Which is what Loki wanted; even though he behaved for the most part.
When he finally did pull back, he offered her a soft smile. "Any questions about tonight?"
"Be yourself?" Loki said with an eyebrow raise and grin. "We'll be dining with the King of Norway, as well as the Prime Minister. When we first enter, Thor will be standing by his chair and we'll walk to our seats, bow, and then we wait. That will be the formal presentation, as it were. Heimdall will be there, and follow us in much the same way, escorting the prime-minister. The same for the King of Norway. The rest are minor dignitaries the Norway delegation saw fit to bring, and not as important for you to remember. Once everyone has been formally presented, Thor will signal we're to be seated and I'll help you to your own. Be friendly and polite, and you'll do fine."
Of course, what neither of them knew was that Lady Sif had arrived from her time with SHIELD. She would be escorting the King of Norway--important honors for the important guests. Which Christine was being counted among. Ordinarily it would be Heimdall escorting her, but they'd found reasons for Loki to do so--Thor did have some consideration for others and liked seeing his brother actually happy. Without the cause of that happiness being general chaos.
"You will have an advantage. I have never been as close, mentally, with anyone else to the point where they can speak back. So if you have questions or need coaching, I won't hesitate to answer or do so."
Nodding, Loki lead the way to the mirror, before moving to stand behind her. Tracing his fingers softly against her throat, there was a greenish-yellow shimmer. Manifesting a golden, flowing necklace that mimicked the lines of her blouse. "I can try other options, if you'd like?
"Do you want it all the way up, or simply pulled back?' Hands moving to her hair, and letting more magic wash over her, ensuring she's dry and looks put-together so far.
Most people couldn't detect it. That she could, made her very very special. Running his fingers through her hair, Loki hmm'd softly in thought, before sweeping her hair back from her face. She'll feel it pulling back, framing her face but out of her way, and held securely.
One hand moving out, Loki manifested a hand mirror. Holding it up so she could admire the look.
"So long as I'm the only one helping you undress as well, I'll do that." Kissing her forehead. "A good lie always has style to it, and helps it to be more believable. A good story as well." Which explained why he was good at it.
Vanishing the mirror again, he wrapped his arms around her while they looked at each other in the mirror. "Now, let me show you how to form an attack so you won't need to lower your shield. At least, the easiest way for you, for now. You might also have noticed I often speak when giving people suggestions too. Sometimes, for simple commands, I needn't do so. But it makes it easier."
"Also to make it stronger. Most people have a basic level of natural shielding, and depending on how strong willed they are, it can be harder to influence." Curling her closer while he spoke, expression turning serious. "The last time I had any kind of ease in dealing with minds, the way I do with you, I was in possession of the scepter."
"With the scepter, yes. With you as you are now?" He wasn't shying away from the topic, blue-green eyes serious as they looked at her own via their reflections. "Not nearly so easily. You'd detect me, and I've shown you ways to resist. No doubt the sorcerer will as well."
I also have no desire to. The only way I would attempt to make you do anything would be if it's necessary--such as you being in danger and needing to defend yourself more than you already can. It was part of why, though he embraced this---whatever it was--with Christine, Loki kept himself cautious too. That he respected her, and could recognize he was fond of her. Extremely fond of her.
"He should, and if he's not stupid, he's likely going to find ways to help you shield and be more protected from me in particular." Which Loki clearly was not very thrilled about, but recognized the necessity of. "There are still things out there that I am learning, Christine. They're as much a danger to you as other things too."
Shifting his hold only slightly, still keeping her close and bowing his head against her own. "But yes, on to the basics. This will be most effective if used with a verbal command to help shape and direct the thought. Add emotion to it, and I know you'll be effective."
Gently, he showed her an illusion of her shields, his own over hers. "You want to imagine it like a targeted strike and touch. Sharp, piercing and precise. Like so." A pause, and he moved to show her a suggestion "Go away."
Command in his voice, and it was like a part of the shield formed a needle like whisp, expanding outwards and seeking some nebulous target.
"It probably would be smart to be able to keep you out if I need to." She needs to be able to keep them both safe as much as she can.
The desire to move is strong, she can visualize the command coming at her and she feels more layers of her shield coming towards the area. She doesn't want to go away.
He nodded in approval as she didn't move. "Try it yourself." Gently brushing her mind--extending a mental hand, as it were. So she could find him, without him slipping away.
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"I'm very much looking to doing the same, Sweetling. We have a tub to soak in together too."
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It's her turn to tease as she dips into the bathroom to hang up the towel before coming back in nude. She's not quite as brashly confident as he is, but she isn't shy either.
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When he finally did pull back, he offered her a soft smile. "Any questions about tonight?"
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All the sweet affection is welcomed and reciprocated.
"This may surprise you, but I've never been to a state dinner before."
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Of course, what neither of them knew was that Lady Sif had arrived from her time with SHIELD. She would be escorting the King of Norway--important honors for the important guests. Which Christine was being counted among. Ordinarily it would be Heimdall escorting her, but they'd found reasons for Loki to do so--Thor did have some consideration for others and liked seeing his brother actually happy. Without the cause of that happiness being general chaos.
"You will have an advantage. I have never been as close, mentally, with anyone else to the point where they can speak back. So if you have questions or need coaching, I won't hesitate to answer or do so."
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"You are always rather close." Given their mental connection she just needs to ask.
She glances at herself in the mirror.
"I need a necklace." She touches her bare throat.
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She opens her eyes to look at it.
"It's beautiful." She nods, "you continue to surprise me with your fashion sense."
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"Maybe something to hold my hair up?" She looks good with her hair pulled up, it draws attention to her face.
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"What do you think? I usually just pull it back."
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One hand moving out, Loki manifested a hand mirror. Holding it up so she could admire the look.
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She looks in the mirror and grins.
"Can I just let you dress me anytime I need to look nice?" Because damn if he's not great at it.
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Vanishing the mirror again, he wrapped his arms around her while they looked at each other in the mirror. "Now, let me show you how to form an attack so you won't need to lower your shield. At least, the easiest way for you, for now. You might also have noticed I often speak when giving people suggestions too. Sometimes, for simple commands, I needn't do so. But it makes it easier."
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She leans her body back just a little to press to him.
Christine imagines her shield, making sure it is as she wants it to be before they work.
"So it comes from multiple angles?"
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"So you could make me do anything you wanted?"
She had heard stories about people who had been mind controlled, she didn't know how much of it she believed until she met him.
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I also have no desire to. The only way I would attempt to make you do anything would be if it's necessary--such as you being in danger and needing to defend yourself more than you already can. It was part of why, though he embraced this---whatever it was--with Christine, Loki kept himself cautious too. That he respected her, and could recognize he was fond of her. Extremely fond of her.
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"I do suspect Stephen will want to make sure I'm mentally strong as well."
I welcome your protection. And if you make me move to keep me from dying, I'm okay with that.
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Shifting his hold only slightly, still keeping her close and bowing his head against her own. "But yes, on to the basics. This will be most effective if used with a verbal command to help shape and direct the thought. Add emotion to it, and I know you'll be effective."
Gently, he showed her an illusion of her shields, his own over hers. "You want to imagine it like a targeted strike and touch. Sharp, piercing and precise. Like so." A pause, and he moved to show her a suggestion "Go away."
Command in his voice, and it was like a part of the shield formed a needle like whisp, expanding outwards and seeking some nebulous target.
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The desire to move is strong, she can visualize the command coming at her and she feels more layers of her shield coming towards the area. She doesn't want to go away.
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