whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Fair enough." She laughs. "If I see you more often I might. I'll be a bit less desperate to get you alone."

"You made quite a few friends, while you were there." Ingrid and her healers had nothing but praise for Christine. Osmund also had enjoyed training with her and hoped she was well. "You're most definitely welcome again. Thor thinks you're a 'calming' influence on me. But that's only because he doesn't know some of what I've been up to."

"I do like it there." It's a nice little village and everyone had been so kind.

She raises a brow, "what sort of things have you been up to?"

"Mostly getting into things people don't want me to." Still that sly grin. "Mostly looking for things that might cause trouble down the way." So more of the same that he'd been doing.

"I suppose he's right, in a way. I'm not rabble rousing or starting trouble that he has to clean up." Yet.

"So general sneakiness and maybe a bit less overall chaos?"

She brushes her fingers through his hair.

"I'd like to think I'm very calming."

"For now. There are some signs that a little applied chaos might be necessary soon." Leaning into the touch, his eyes closed in pleasure. "Certainly you are calming to me..."

"Can't have the god of mischief without some chaos." She smiles, fond. At least it seems his goals are more helpful than harmful right now.

"You practically purr when I play with your hair."

"I could actually purr, if you want. Shapeshifter, remember?" It was very tempting.

"You can shift into animals?"

She didn't realize it extended quite so far.

"Did you think I was kidding about the frog?" Loki couldn't help it. He said it while laughing.

She pulls back, a huge grin on her face.

"I need to see this. Can you be a big cat? Panther?"

"It means you have to let me up." But if she would...

Moving from the couch, Loki was on his feet and stretching. Before his form shifted with that same shimmer of greenish-gold. Changing to be on all fours, his fur a dark black with hints of green, and the same eyes looking up at her. Moving to sit, and curl his tail around his legs, head tilted as if to say 'well'?

She does move so she can give him space.

Her eyes go wide and she is immediately moving to pet the panther that is in her living room.

You make a very beautiful cat.

He's a good size, even for a big cat. I *know* there are myths that feature my shape-shifting... Leaning in and letting her pet him, brushing his cheek against her--both in affection and to mark her.

There are.

She is giggling as she pets him, it's always been something she would want to do, pet a big cat.

Can you turn into anything?

Define anything? Shifting to lounge against her, tail curling in lazy and happy ways.

Creatures I've never seen before? A woman?

They could scare away most humans with Loki in this form.

That latter is child's play, Sweetling. Another slow flick of tail, and then Loki was changing form again in a greenish-gold shimmer. Her hair was the same, just about shoulder length, as were the blue-green eyes above a smug smile. Wearing the same clothing, just tailored more to the lithe curves of a female.

"Seriously, this is nothing." The voice was slightly higher than usual, but still low and sultry for a female. Leaning on one elbow, she continued to lounge against Christine.

Christine is watches as the cat turns to a woman.

"Probably much easier than a cat."

She's just processing her boyfriend(?) turning into a very hot woman.

Loki waved her hand airily. "It's all about the same difficulty, Sweetling." Loki chuckled after a moment. "Honestly, I'm a bit surprised it took you this long to ask. I've been sought out precisely because of my shapeshifting before."

Yes, have a very hot girlfriend, Christine.

"Do I want to know why?" Christine is reaching out to touch the now feminine angles of Loki's face.

Christine has on occasion been attracted to women before, but not quite so strongly.

"I'm fairly sure you can guess." Loki leaned her head into the touch. Moving to kiss Christine's wrist and palm.

There's a distinct flash of jealousy.

Christine is fascinated by the power Loki has over her and the way this woman is now captivating her.

Oh that is an intriguing look and feeling. Holding her hand against her cheek, Loki grins. "Relax Sweetling. I'm with you now."

"I know. Emotions, you know they can't always be helped."

Christine imagines Loki wouldn't like to imagine her sleeping with Stephen.

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