"It's...only happened when exposed to extreme cold. Apparently whatever enchantment was laid on me when I came to Asgard is a very strong one, and I've found no need to break it."
"I didn't know if it was something you were controlling or not." Christine is stroking his hair, his cheek; she's just going to single-handedly make up for years of him not getting affection.
Considering for a moment, before she'll feel a wash of magic over him. An illusion, but of what he'd look like as a Jotunn. Blue skin, the angles of his face are more pronounced, and with red eyes. "I do not claim it, but my actual last name is Laufeyson. I'm the rightful king of Jotunheim."
"Still, we're the monsters, among others, of children's bedtime stories." There's a sigh, and he'll lean into her touch. "I...did not know I was adopted. Until 6 years ago."
"Until then, while I'd always felt different, and been different, I had no idea why." He could be a monster, had done monstrous things. But had also started trying to move past it, to atone.
"It was not a pleasant experience." Turning his head enough to nuzzle her and kiss her back. By the timeframe, it predated the invasion. Someday, he might tell her more about that, too. Maybe.
That gets a physical reaction, a shiver and slight tremble through him. It's not unpleasant. "You will most definitely be dangerous, my Sweetling." Praise for her, and moving to seek her mouth out for a kiss.
He's very much enjoying it so far too. It's rare he can be surprised. Soft kisses, before they turned deeper. Hands moving up to stroke her hair and cheek, hold her steady. Still illusioned to look like a Jotunn proper.
"I hope you're prepared to sleep in, Sweetling. I don't have an early morning again." Spoken against her mouth, returning those kisses. Shifting only slightly to both pull her closer, and lean her back against the pillows.
His only verbal response is laughter, pleased and amused chuckles. He'll happily lay claim right back. They have all night, and into the morning. He intends to make the most of it, if she'll join him.
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"I have a question." Which could always be a worrisome start to a conversation. "You said once your skin can turn blue. Can I see?"
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"I didn't know if it was something you were controlling or not." Christine is stroking his hair, his cheek; she's just going to single-handedly make up for years of him not getting affection.
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Considering for a moment, before she'll feel a wash of magic over him. An illusion, but of what he'd look like as a Jotunn. Blue skin, the angles of his face are more pronounced, and with red eyes. "I do not claim it, but my actual last name is Laufeyson. I'm the rightful king of Jotunheim."
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"It's a really beautiful shade of blue. Though I will admit the eyes surprised me more than I expected."
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She doesn't see a monster, probably because she knows him.
"That's a very long time for you to not know. I can imagine finding out was a shock."
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"Until then, while I'd always felt different, and been different, I had no idea why." He could be a monster, had done monstrous things. But had also started trying to move past it, to atone.
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"And then you found out all at once." She kisses his cheek.
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Right now though, she floods their link with acceptance, of him in whatever form he takes.
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She tastes him and nibbles at his lips.
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She's going to be laying claim to him all night.
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