whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

It's left to Thor, as the 'hosting' King to decide when things are ending. Which he does, by getting to his feet. It's made clear that he at least, is adjourning to a smaller room for more drink and stories, and any who wish to join him are welcome. It's also as clear that some of the dignitaries will take up the offer, but others will simply retire to their rooms.

Polite good nights and well wishes offered, and while the King of Norway is one of those who retires, Lady Sif promises she'll return to join in the festivities and catch up. Standing, Loki holds out his hand for Christine. "Dr. Palmer, will you be joining them or retiring for the evening." He'd made no motion towards staying or going, either.

"I think I'd like to retire for the night." While she does enjoy the stories, she prefers a smaller group.

There's something amusing about being so formally escorted, especially back to his rooms.

They make their goodbyes, and there are some requests for Loki to join them after he's done escorting. Politely declining, he offers "Another time. I don't want to wear out my welcome." And considering the stories about him, this was met with amused laughter and understanding.

Once they're back in the halls proper, he loops Christine's hand around his arm. Once they're back in his rooms--she's pulled into a hug with him burying his face in her hair. "I...actually hadn't expected things to go so well." Not because of her or anything like that.

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There is a sense that the both relax a bit in the halls and then more so when they reach his rooms.

She drapes her arms around him, nuzzling him right back.

"It probably helps that you're very good at charming people."

"Not entirely what I meant, Sweetling. Its a decidedly odd feeling to be actually admired for being clever and a trickster." Then more softly against her hair. "I like it."

"They grew up on stories of your clever ruses. You're deserving of a bit of admiration."

She runs her fingers through his hair. He seems to be more willing to be vulnerable in front of her.

"It's...hardly what's called for or celebrated in a proper warrior or king." Once more, it was said softly and he leaned into the touch. Pressing soft kisses to her own hair, winding his way to her forehead. "You did very well though. I hope you enjoyed it enough."

"You're very much a warrior, just with more grace." Loki is cunning over brute strength.

"It was a nice evening. I tried to figure out which parts of your stories were fake, but I couldn't. Made for a fun little game though."

But was he *worthy*? And how would that even be defined? That was the real question.

"You did say you wouldn't mind the lies so long as you get to use that enormous tub." Kissing her forehead.

"I stand by that." She tilts her head to kiss his lips.

Worthy was such a loaded word. She would say he was worthy of respect, of love, of happiness even.

"Good." Murmured against her lips in turn. And just gonna shift enough to pick her up, and start heading towards the bedroom and bathroom. They have a lovely large tub that they should take advantage of.

They will make creative use of the tub before finding themselves soaking together.

Christine laying against him, his chest to her back.

"You have to use this all the time, right?"

His head is leaning against hers, one arm lazily stroking her skin. "Are you asking in disbelief or seeking confirmation?"

"Confirmation."

She's tracing little circles along his thigh.

"Not all the time, but when I can--yes." Nuzzling her hair. "It is an indulgence I sorely miss when its presence is lacking."

"My bathroom at the apartment originally had this really tiny tub shower combination, I got the whole room redone for a proper soaking tub."

It's one of her favorite indulgences as well, and she found the price of renovation was worth it.

"It's a good thing it's a 'huge' New York Apartment then, isn't it?" He teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"It is, thank you." She chuckles. Of course her place pales in comparison to growing up in a literal palace.

"I should take you to a rental or two so you can see how small places can be."

Many things pale in comparison to growing up in a palace. But Loki had also survived on his own with only his wits for a year in some of the most unkind and nastier places of the universe. While trying to process all the hurt and pain that had come from the days prior.

It meant he no longer took luxuries for granted.

"I might actually enjoy that." There's mischief in the tone. "We could pretend to be a happy couple looking for a new place together." She did know he enjoyed playing gallant lover.

It's probably good she's found him after he's had some struggles.

"We play a happy couple very well." Since there might be some truth to his gallant lover act.

"We do, and it is far more enjoyable than when I've played it with others." Moving to trail his fingers along her hip and belly. "What other plans would you have for this evening, Sweetling? Or are we to sleep in the tub?"

"I'm a world-class fake girlfriend, it's true."

She tilts her head to kiss his neck.

"Well, the water is getting cool, we should go to bed."

He tilted his head back, to let her have more access. "We could always be naughty and just refill it." Now Loki let his hand splay possessively at her hip. "And I mean this as a compliment--but I doubt you're a world-class 'fake' at anything, Christine."

The possesive grasp is sexy, and makes her sigh a bit.

"I can fake some things. Or at least I've been able to in the past."

Like orgasms, and being sympathetic when people do something stupid to themselves.

"But would you be able to fool me?" With an eyebrow raise and a smug tone. "God of Mischief, remember?"

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