whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"I'm great, I've been very busy."

She wonders how exactly Loki explained staying with her.

"I've got the space, and a bunch of books you've not read."

"We'll try to not cause too much disruption in your life. Won't we Eric." Sif is glaring at him, and Christine can likely here the edge in her voice. He simply rolled his eyes at the warrior.

"I hope it has been a good busy. Are you home or at work?" It didn't really matter to him, but he was curious. In truth, no explanation was given for why he was staying with Christine. Sif had her suspicions, especially after voicing her concerns to Thor who seemed comfortable with it. Heimdall backing their king up had calmed her, mostly.

"It's been good. I'm at home, waiting for you to break in." Which is such an amusing thing to say.

She's doing a bit of straightening up, though she doubts Loki will care much.

"Excellent. Then we'll see you in about 15 minutes or so." Loki let her hear the happiness in his voice. It meant Sif did too, but he didn't really care right then.

"It'll be good to see you, Christine." Sif said, with a smile of her own. She worried for the other, and thought she was slightly mad to trust Loki--but somehow Christine did. And she could recognize that when he wanted to be, Loki was good company.

"See you two soon." Christine knows she's a bit mad to trust Loki, but having access to the man's emotions makes her all the more trusting.

Especially since once she knew what to tell Stephen, he'd been able to direct her more on what to do with her shielding and how to do things. He also wasn't too worried about her, but he and Wong had made it clear what ethical problems and concerns could crop up with Empathy. Most importantly though, Christine had been told that it was extremely difficult to lie with emotions. He was still concerned, but seemed to be trying to restore their friendship so that when she was hurt, he could help support her as a friend.

The cab would wait, thanks to Loki's suggestions although Sif was also prepared to pay the man once she resumed her journey. So it wasn't too long before the pair of Asgardians are standing outside Christine's door, one of them in the familiar red-brown hair and brown eyed disguise of Eric Nordson. His eyebrows had raised, which had Sif curious, as they got to the door. When Eric didn't seem inclined to knock, Sif did so herself.

[OOC: Eric is in brown prominently with green accents, has a leather carryon-satchel and a small leather suitcase with him too. Sif also has a leather cross-body bag, and is in blues and grays. Both casual and suited for travel.]

Stephen had been incredibly helpful and working with him and Wong gave Christine a few basic spells to keep herself safe. She's been spending the last week working with a sling ring to learn to travel.

Christine can hear the knock and she calls through the door.

"Hey Sif! Let Loki try to get in, I'm testing something."

"You mean Eric, Christine. The other is not on this planet." Sif corrected, with a concerned look at the other. Loki ignored it, instead his attention focused on the spell he could feel. She clearly had been busy.

He could understand the general weave of the spell, had an idea of what it might do. But the only way to know for sure would be to test it. "Sif, you may wish to step back just in case." The warrior did so, but raised an eyebrow. Loki reached out to test the knob, sending a questing little spell of his own for the door to unlock.

"Shit, yes. Let Eric try."

Christine is too excited to try her spell and to see him that she forgot to be careful.

The spell has already alerted her to the people outside. The spell is set up to react to attempts at forced entry. A red glow lights up around the door when Loki uses a spell; a warning to anyone trying to force entry before the spell throws it's weight to push away an intruder.

It was interesting to watch for Sif, as it looked as if Loki had been stung, and then shoved back. She enjoyed the confusion playing on the Trickster's face. He hadn't been shoved far, and brown-eyes narrowed. "So that's what it does..." He murmured, before moving to take the knob again. Attempting a different spell, since brute force might just result in it being thrown back at him. This was hundreds of little questing threads, seeking to weave themselves into the other spell. Slide around it, insinuate itself, mimic it.

From the outside, it just looked like Eric was standing there staring at the door, holding the handle for several minutes. Until he smiled, and turned it, and heard clicks from Christine's locks undoing.

Christine is standing on the other side of the door, arms crossed, a smile on her lips. She knew he would be able to get through, but the force of it would keep most wannabe intruders going to a different door.

"That took longer than I expected, you must be tired."

"I was trying to not break your spell outright. Although I'd love to see you cast it again, so I could still do that if you wanted." Loki replied, picking up his suitcase and stepping in. Sif followed, shaking her head, and politely shut the door behind them. "Hello Christine. He's obviously staying, but I can't. I'll give you my contact info and where I am staying though so if you need me..."

Once inside, Loki dropped the disguise entirely.

If there was any doubt that Christine was fond of the trickster, the way she absolutely lights up when he drops his disguse should be a give away.

"Of course, thank you Sif, it's really good to see you. We'll get lunch sometime?"

"We shall. And I wanted to give you something. I hope you've been practicing as best you can." Someone hadn't been informed that Christine already had a dagger. Sif pulled out a small box, and handed it to Christine. Inside was a folded pocket knife.

Hello Sweetling, I missed you. Loki simply waited, watching this with an amused smile.

"I've been doing what I can in here." Christine opens the box and chuckles. "I love it! It's very practical, thank you."

It's practical, but still has that colorfulness that Christine appreciates.

I missed you too. I'll be flinging myself at you shortly. She has missed the feel of him in her mind, hearing him.

"You've taken steps into a very dangerous world, Christine and you are my friend. Besides which I feel that everyone should know how to defend themselves." Reaching out to clasp the other's hand. "Watch your distance, as it's much shorter than a sword. And I'll be in touch about lunch. The cab is still waiting."

"I doubt you'd believe me if I promise to behave myself?" Loki said with a grin. Sif rolled her eyes but was smiling. "Your right, but try to not cause too much trouble? Nothing that I have to clean up after you on?" The warrior moved to let herself out, with more parting words.

Christine nods, giving Sif's hand a squeeze. "I'll practice with it. Thank you."

Christine laughs at their interactions. And though she is happy to see Sif, she very much wants to kiss Loki.

The cab had indeed been waiting--meter turned off, thanks to Loki's suggestions. Sif hoped they would be alright. She had an important job to do herself...

Once Sif is gone, Loki's grin morphed into a true smile. Pleased and glad to see her. "I believe it's my turn to be a guest for at least a week. Assuming you can stand me that long?"

It's just a second after the door closes that Christine is throwing herself into his arms with a happy laugh.

"I think I can stand you for a week or so."

He's catching her and holding her tight. Leaning his head against hers, brushing her mind with his own, letting her feel his happiness through the link. "I'll try not to wear out my welcome." Murmured softly against her hair.

...I didn't know I could actually miss someone like this.

Her own happiness joins his, their minds caressing one another as much as their bodies are.

I've been working on something to make this easier.

At some point they'd moved to kissing, although neither would be able to say who started it. Sharing happiness that way as well, lips caressing lips and one hand moved to her cheek and jaw, thumb stroking her skin. Holding her close, arm around her waist, hand splayed against her hip possessively.

Oh? Am I putting my things in the guest-room, or your room?

Mine. You are very much staying in my room.

It wasn't a surpsie that they were immediately kissing, or the way she ran her fingers through his hair. They've talked on occasion, so in that way it's been better than the first time apart, though they are much closer after her week in New Asgard.

Definitely not a surprise--that week in New Asgard had ensured they were closer. She'd asked to be his after all.

Hopefully it's not a surprise then when he shifts just enough to pick her up, that arm still around her waist. Mostly so he can grab his suitcase with his other hand and start walking to her bedroom. The satchel could stay where it was for now.

I shouldn't be surprised that we need to go to bed before anything else.

It's been a long enough time, they both need this. They have time to talk and catch up, first though, reestablishing their physical connection.

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