As she'd learned first hand by both working with them and with observation, Asgardians (and Jotunn apparently) were baseline superhuman. From their strength, to reflexes, speed, agility, and more. Some of this would also have been made apparent that for all they looked human, their physiology was different in significant ways. Ingrid had been more than happy to talk shop with Christine.
Which means Loki is most certainly not worried about her hurting him. He'll keep them at it until her grip starts to weaken or she shows true signs of being sloppy due to fatigue. Watching her carefully, and reassuring her mentally. Don't let me push you too hard, Sweetling.
I suspect they figure there is a good reason. Not least of which because while you are under royal protection, you need to know how to defend yourself. And who better to teach you than someone who knows all the tricks? A dagger also can apply to a knife, and is more likely to be on your person regularly than anything else.
Accepting the dagger, Loki makes them both vanish, before reaching to her shoulder. "You will be alright?"
"That can be arranged." Looking her up and down, but in an assessing way. "I'd prescribe a good soak, and an early dinner in your quarters. You are, technically, on semi-vacation."
She'd been working hard, and he would be happy to help her sore shoulder. He might just take his own advice, especially if it was joining her. But he did actually have an idea for that evening. Something she might enjoy.
I do have something I want to show you. Would you rather now, or later?
"A good idea, and it will keep you from stiffening up right away, but not be so taxing." As if he hadn't prompted it. "So we'll start here. This is the area we've designated for training. It was originally a gym of some kind, so hasn't required much in the way of modification. We did move some equipment out of the way..." Offering his arm, Loki proceeded to give her an abbreviated tour of the ship. At least, the obviously tourist areas.
They ended in a non-descript area that looked remarkably like a spaceship's docking bay, as the Statesman had no hanger of it's own. "And here, is where other ships would dock with the Statesman. Currently there is only one, however. The Commodore, if you'd like to see it?"
It was purely a pleasure cruiser ship before we got to it. It was modified on Asgard, and since then we've been working on repairing and modifying it further. I say we, but this is the other project I've been busy with.
Not entirely by myself, but there are definitely some things I've handled that I haven't wanted others involved in.
"Fortunately, we're not in orbit so there's no worry about the airlock." Gesturing to one of the doors, and they were stepping into a little chamber with a door on the other side that connected to a walkway that retracted. It was all like a very futuristic airplane's terminal. The inside of the Commodore was nice, with carpeted walkways. If the Statesman were a cruise ship, this was a yacht.
"We've also thoroughly cleaned it." Now that they were alone again, Loki smiled again. This time however, it was not his polite smile, but a genuine one.
"A being known as the Grandmaster, who ruled Sakaar. At least the parts that weren't left to scavengers and cannibals. Sakaar itself was rather a dumping ground for lost things. The man's ideas of entertainment would fit in well with your Romans." Definitely not putting on any acts, although there is still a dry tone to his last statement. "Time also moved differently there. But yes--come with me to the cockpit. I wanted to show you something." Reaching for her hand, twining their fingers. "And I couldn't care less that you're sweaty, for what it's worth."
"Actually, as far as I've been able to tell, Asgardians and Jotunn do not." There's a teasing grin on his face. "Besides, I do kind of associate you being sweaty with very good things. We can explore that later, if you want."
It wasn't a long walk, as it was still a relatively small ship. The cockpit was at the very nose, and she could see the curve of the two circular wings meeting in front of it. She could easily look up and out. Two seats up front, one being very obviously the pilot's, and one behind. Loki raised her hand up to kiss it, before settling himself into the Pilot's seat. "If you'll strap in? I do seem to recall you wanted to travel, but felt that off-planet travel was too expensive." Not that he'd bothered to strap in...
"It's far safer than what you have on Midgard, don't worry." While she's doing that, he's been busy disengaging the docking-ramp and powering the ship up. "I don't plan for us to go far either. Although I'm certain this ship has a suitable bathtub and food as well if we need it."
It isn't long before his attention is mostly taken by piloting. Pulling away from the Statesman, to skim over the ocean a bit, before moving further up. And up. And UP. Into the stars, and comfortably out of direct Earth Orbit.
"I guess that's reassuring" the rest of the universe has been doing space travel a lot longer than Earth.
Sh can hear her heart absolutely pounding in her ears as they pull up, and just keep going. The curve of the Earth becomes visible and then the edge of the atmosphere. It's beautiful, and a bit terrifying.
Once they've settled into a comfortable position that is not quite fully in Earth's Orbit--out of the way of any of it's own satellites--Loki engages the auto-pilot. Then turns in the chair, to study Christine. "How are you doing? And I'm not sorry for springing this on you, either." All mischief and satisfied smile.
Loki gets out of his chair, taking her hand where she reaches to him and moving closer. "I did. We're also safe enough as I can make us." Bringing her hand up to kiss it, blue-green eyes sparkling.
He encourages her more towards the pilot's area, then shifts to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her. Resting his head by hers. "Better than an illusion, yes?"
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Which means Loki is most certainly not worried about her hurting him. He'll keep them at it until her grip starts to weaken or she shows true signs of being sloppy due to fatigue. Watching her carefully, and reassuring her mentally. Don't let me push you too hard, Sweetling.
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For a human Christine is in rather good shape, but she can't hold a candle to even an older Asgardian.
Eventually she does stop to cach her breath and to hand the dagger back to him.
you think anyone saw us? They must think me crazy.
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Accepting the dagger, Loki makes them both vanish, before reaching to her shoulder. "You will be alright?"
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As if Loki would allow for anyone but himself to have hands on her bare skin.
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She'd been working hard, and he would be happy to help her sore shoulder. He might just take his own advice, especially if it was joining her. But he did actually have an idea for that evening. Something she might enjoy.
I do have something I want to show you. Would you rather now, or later?
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Especially since she won't be alone for it.
Now? If you don't mind me being sweaty.
Her curiosity has been piqued.
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It's a funny feeling to speak aloud sometimes, at least with him, when they don't need to anymore.
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They ended in a non-descript area that looked remarkably like a spaceship's docking bay, as the Statesman had no hanger of it's own. "And here, is where other ships would dock with the Statesman. Currently there is only one, however. The Commodore, if you'd like to see it?"
It was purely a pleasure cruiser ship before we got to it. It was modified on Asgard, and since then we've been working on repairing and modifying it further. I say we, but this is the other project I've been busy with.
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He's not a bad tour guide, though she knows he's being sneaky about getting her somewhere.
"I absolutely want to see the other spaceship." The Statesmen had been the first she had ever been on.
You've been repairing a spaceship yourself.
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"Fortunately, we're not in orbit so there's no worry about the airlock." Gesturing to one of the doors, and they were stepping into a little chamber with a door on the other side that connected to a walkway that retracted. It was all like a very futuristic airplane's terminal. The inside of the Commodore was nice, with carpeted walkways. If the Statesman were a cruise ship, this was a yacht.
"We've also thoroughly cleaned it." Now that they were alone again, Loki smiled again. This time however, it was not his polite smile, but a genuine one.
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"Who had it before you?" If it needed that much cleaning. It's good to see his real smile again.
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She enjoys the little hand hold, a hint of her happiness sliping through to touch him.
"You might have a super human sense of smell, I wouldn't want to be smelly."
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It wasn't a long walk, as it was still a relatively small ship. The cockpit was at the very nose, and she could see the curve of the two circular wings meeting in front of it. She could easily look up and out. Two seats up front, one being very obviously the pilot's, and one behind. Loki raised her hand up to kiss it, before settling himself into the Pilot's seat. "If you'll strap in? I do seem to recall you wanted to travel, but felt that off-planet travel was too expensive." Not that he'd bothered to strap in...
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She is so tempted to touch buttons, but that would probably make the whole thing explode or something.
"Really?" She's taking the seat and fastening belts. She's a bit nervous, given the surprise nature of this bit of space travel.
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It isn't long before his attention is mostly taken by piloting. Pulling away from the Statesman, to skim over the ocean a bit, before moving further up. And up. And UP. Into the stars, and comfortably out of direct Earth Orbit.
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Sh can hear her heart absolutely pounding in her ears as they pull up, and just keep going. The curve of the Earth becomes visible and then the edge of the atmosphere. It's beautiful, and a bit terrifying.
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She shakes her head and then laughs, "You are not boring, I will admit that much."
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"You brought me to space." She reaches out to him, needing a bit of contact as if proving this is real.
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"There are so many stars. You can barely see any from the city."
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