Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

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[whose_son_am_i]

It was hard to not resist her. To let himself be vulnerable. But Loki was nothing if not strong-willed and stubborn.

In the physical world, she felt him twitch subtly, but otherwise he didn't move.

"I'm not actively resisting you, either, Sweetling."

[drpalmer]

A twitch is more than she would have expected from her first attempt.

"It's harder with the shield up." But she needs to learn.

[whose_son_am_i]

"It's also harder to resist because of your emotion in it." She does need to learn, and he's doing what he can to help her. "Most people think that logic rules them, especially humans. But emotions don't respond to logic and few can regain control when they're involved or overwhelming. Few even can recognize the effect they have, beyond the most broad attempts."

Placing a kiss against her hair. "This is why you could be very dangerous, Christine. You could wield a weapon most have no idea how to defend against."

[drpalmer]

"I just want to be able to protect myself, so you won't have to worry about me."

She wants to be useful as well.

"So the more emotion I put the stronger the urge will be?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"And I suspect the more effective you'll be." A thought struck Loki, and he wasn't sure if she was even alive still. And if she was, whether it would be a good idea to try and find her.

Shifting position, he took her hands in his own. She could see an internal debate in him, and see when the decision was made. "I'm not sure what we are Christine, besides lovers. But...I've...never actually had a friend of my own." There was a point to this. "I'm also very much not used to letting myself trust, or be vulnerable. But...you've given me no reason not to."

Letting that sink in, before he continued. "I can think of a teacher for you, if she still lives. But I would hesitate to put you in contact with her. It is likely she has similar gifts to your own, now that I think on it."

[drpalmer]

There's a moment where she's just a bit confused, but her mood shifts, she would classify herself as his friend.

She offers comfort, a touch of trust in return.

"She sounds intimidating, if you're hesitant to introduce me."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Her name is Lorelei. She's an Asgardian Sorceress. She can enthrall men with her voice, and it's only enhanced by touch." Better for her own safety that Christine be warned. "I do not know if she still lives--she escaped Asgard once before for Midgard. I, as Odin, sent Lady Sif after her."

[drpalmer]

"Ooh, I want to learn to entrall." It sounds entertaining at least.

"How would you find her?"

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki chuckled, and smiled at her. It could be genuine, or he could be faking it entirely. "Some might argue you already have me enthralled, Sweetling." Teasing her.

"I don't know. I'm not even sure if I should, beyond that if she is out there, she's likely a danger to your people. I would have to discuss it with Thor, at the very least." A sigh, and he leaned his forehead against hers. "I worry most though, because if she sees me as an enemy, she could use you. Not only to get to me, but also to hurt you."

[drpalmer]

"Who said anything about enthralling you?" She teases, though it is obvious in the way that she looks at him that she's not got eyes for anyone else right now.

"Is she truly that powerful?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"She is. We've had dealings before, she and I. Usually to our own amusements." Loki sighed, moving his hands to cup her face. "It is something I should bring up to Thor anyways, in case she is out there. We need to know for certain as much as we can. It's also likely we'll consult the Sorcerer as well."

Blue-green eyes opened, studying hers and full of secrets and myriad truths. "I am most definitely not used to being sentimental--but I don't want you hurt."

[drpalmer]

Christine wants to learn from Loki and Stephen before she even thinks about finding this woman.

"That's why I'm working to be stronger." She kisses the corner of his lips. "Because I don't want you to need to worry about me."

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki turned his head just enough, kissing her more fully in return. Thumbs brushing her cheeks softly. Gifting her again with a focused burst of emotion--affection and fondness, admiration and happiness.

It's most certainly with reluctance that he's pulling back. "Damn that we have to be presentable soon." But they really should finish getting ready and head out.

[drpalmer]

Her lips will be naturally a bit pink, just enough to look like she's put something on them.

She laughs, "It is very hard to resist making you not presentable at all."

[whose_son_am_i]

"My thoughts exactly, Sweetling." Laughing with her, while speaking the words. "Normally I'm all for giving into temptation, but I am trying to behave." Pulling back enough to bring her hands up, kissing her knuckles. Then finally pulling away entirely, to finish getting dressed and presentable. Suit jacket, a final check to make sure everything was straight and neat, before looking to her and if she needed his help to do the same.

[drpalmer]

She does much the same thing, adjusting everything before slipping on her heels. They are tall enough to make her ass look good, but thick enough to be more walkable than the ones she had worn on their date.

"Does my escort approve?" She does a little twirl for him.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I think you shall turn heads in the best way possible." Offering his arm as they prepared to head to the larger dining hall. There was clearly a buzz among people in the ship as they moved through the halls. Not even necessarily about them, which should help.

It wasn't until they got to just outside the hall, that why there was a buzz would be clear. Heimdall was there, also dressed in a formal suit, as was a middle aged woman in a suit-dress and an older balding gentleman dressed only slightly more formally than the rest. Milling nearby were a few others, local dignitaries all. But Loki noticed one person in particular--and especially when she noticed him and Christine. Dark haired, carrying herself like the warrior she was, Lady Sif's eyes narrowed and she stalked over to the pair. Wearing a formal pantsuit of her own, and it certainly didn't seem to hamper her movement as she slapped Loki. "YOU!"

[drpalmer]

They didn't seem to draw much attention as they walked, which was nice. Christine gives a friendly nod to Heimdall, since he was the only one she knew.

Then there was a woman angrily stalking over to them. The sound of that slap resonated through the hallway.

Loki may notice the emotions coming from Christine, a hint of worry, confusion and a simmering quiet rage. While there is no doubt Loki probably did something to deserve it, Christine's thoughts haven't worked around to that yet.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki simply sighed, and smiled. "Hello Sif. It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"You greedy and base conniving little worm! How dare you--" Sif started in, only for Loki to cut her off. "We're in public, Sif--and supposed to be on our best manners." There was an edge to his voice, blue-green eyes narrowed. Heimdall had also come closer, to rest a hand on the Lady's shoulder. "Sif, it will wait."

There was a definite murmur from the various dignitaries.

Easy, Sweetling. I'm alright. There was some surprise in his mental voice at her reaction, but reassurance none the less.

[drpalmer]

Well, if Christine had been worried attention would be on her, that worry was quicky wiped out. Everyone seemed quickly focused on Sif.

Did you have that coming? She is already much calmer, she just couldn't help the instant reaction.

[whose_son_am_i]

Likely. Probably because I was acting as Odin, while being a secret king.

Sif smiled with her teeth bared. "Very well, Trickster. We'll settle this another time." Before she turned her attention to Dr. Palmer. "Milady, I am very sorry you must deal with him as your escort--I will not question our king" Special emphasis on that and a brief glare at Loki. "But should you require aid, I won't hesitate to give it."

"Lady Sif, this is Dr. Christine Palmer, of New York City in the United States." Heimdall said reasonably.

[drpalmer]

Yeah. That's worth a slap.

"Thank you for your offer, I will let you know if I'm in need of help." Christine was always very polite, even if she was amused to imagine needing any help with Loki tonight.

Christine offers a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

[whose_son_am_i]

A brief burst of mild offense was sent back--but really only the barest amount.

Sif took her hand and shook it. "I've been working with an organization that started in your country as a consultant on occasion." She seemed perfectly willing to be friendly to Christine.

Heimdall nodded, before turning his attention and explaining something in Asgardian. There were nods with the explanation, and it all seemed to smooth over. They were all saved from further conversation or scandal by a horn being sounded.

"That would be our cue, Dr. Palmer." Loki removed her hand from his arm, only to hold it more formally and start for the dining hall. It was not nearly as fancy as the palace had been, but the hall was very nice. Befitting a ship that was like an intergalactic upscale cruise ship.

The table was a sort of oval-shape, with Thor at the Center and one end. He was indeed wearing a blue suit--not quite as formal as Loki's, but on par with Heimdall and the regular dignitaries. He didn't need more, as he stood to his full height and waited. Not far, but against the walls, were younger Asgardians--they looked to be in their late teens or early 20s, all dressed somewhat uniformly in a blend of Midgard and Asgardian styles.

Loki lead his guest in and up to the table where Thor was. He spoke in a clear and resonant voice. "Your Majesty, I present to you Dr. Christine Palmer of New York City, of the United States of America." Before repeating that in Asgardian for the benefit of those who might not speak English as well.

Now we bow... He prompted, mimicking the action.

[drpalmer]

"If you're ever in New York, I can show you the best little bakery." And Christine is willing to be nice right back.

She turns her attention to Loki and nods. It feels exceptionally weird to be paraded into the room as she is, and actually introduced in front of people.

Their bow is perfectly timed as a little gift from their link. Even as weird as it feels, at least she doesn't have to do so alone.

[whose_son_am_i]

She is most definitely not alone. Well done. Thor nodded, and that was their cue for Loki to lead them to their seats. Not far from Thor, but not directly next to him. Heimdall came next escorting the Prime Minister, following Loki's example. They would be seated directly next to Thor, with the Prime Minister to Loki's other side. Next came Lady Sif, escorting (and escorted by) King Harald V, and the announcement repeated. On the other side of the table, with Sif next to Thor. So it went for the other dignitaries, until all but the other 'end' of the oval was filled.

"New friends and allies, we thank you for your hospitality and graciousness. Be welcome at my table, and let us feast." Thor said simply, before taking his seat. Best manners, with ladies (including Sif graciously) being helped to sit, before the servers brought out mead, wine, and water. Along with a seasonal soup.