whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"No. You being protective over me is a very pleasing idea though." With a playful wink. "Go. Soak. Be indulgent and take a bath. I'll bring you wine, even."

"Well, protective you have. Even if you probably won't ever need it."

She nods and leaves for the bathroom, soon he will hear water running.

Loki needed it, just not in ways most people would consider. Not even in ways he had considered. He hadn't touched her bedroom or bathroom in his reorganizing and redecorating spree. Once he hears the water running though, he does move to go pour glasses of wine and will bring one to her.

By the time he makes it to the bathroom she is in the tub. The heat feels very good and is doing wonders for her stress.

"Thank you." She takes the wine and has a sip. "You need to get the food or I'd invite you in."

Her bathroom was nice. And she looked very inviting. But...

Looking around the room, Loki felt a smile come to his face. And touched a wall. Painting the bathroom in an illusion of golds and browns, one wall transformed to look like a window out at the starry sky.

"That's better. And you look perfect in it."

"You have quite a fondness for the stars." It is beautiful though, his illusions are so realistic that she gets lost in them

"Guilty." Loki responds with a smile. Leaning over to kiss her hair, breathe her in for a moment. "Remember what I told you about the stars and why your soul shines."

She touches his cheek, fond and kind.

"It's quite the compliment."

She's not Asgardian, so she won't become a star.

Mother and Father are up there. That thought came with definite sad overtones. Leaning into her touch and relaxing for a moment. "I also told you to dream big. I will be having to leave Midgard sometime soon--there are things the Commodore needs that we can't do here."

So I get to see your parents all the time.

She has such a gentle way with him, always so soft.

"Are you inviting me to space?"

"Would you want to go, if I were?"

"It's a little scary, but yes, I would want to go with you." She leans up enough to kiss him.

"It will likely get scarier still, but I'd welcome your company." Spoken against her mouth, hand moving to brush through her hair.

"I travel with a god, I'm sure it'll be fine." She leans into that touch, her teeth playfully tugging his lower lip.

There were sparkles of laughter along their link, and Loki deepened the kiss slightly. Tasting her, nipping back, holding her steady with the hand in her hair.

They are, in some ways, stronger as a pair. Especially if Christine learns some healing magic.

She tastes like wine and she makes a keening little sound against his mouth.

Oh Sweetling, you are tempting...

Time enough in the evening for more later though. Pulling away reluctantly, with many little parting kisses. "Soon, Christine. Relax for now." He had to go wait for food to arrive, after all.

It is very satisfying to know that he wants her just as much as she wants him.

"Just me and my wine for a little bit." She flicks a few drops of water at him as she shoos him away with a laugh.

Her actions bring a chuckle from him too, as Loki headed back to the living room. Moving to his laptop, to check messages among other things. It would occupy him until food arrived. It wasn't too much longer before his phone buzzed. Answering it, Loki confirmed the order and that he'd be right down. A quick shape shift into Eric, and he was heading down.

Christine is able to let go of her tension and relax in the tub for a little while, letting go of the emotions she had been holding on to.

She's welcome to take as long as she wants. It's not long before Loki is back with food, and setting it out on the table. Truly, New York's variety was amazing. A hearty beef stew, with a still warm loaf of bread. Accompanying side of roasted potatoes and veggies--it had reminded him of meals on Asgard from its description, so he hoped Christine would find it comforting too. Dessert had been included--a fruit and honey based pastry; there had been no cheesecake to order.

A quick spell to keep everything warm, and then he was settling at the computer again. Pulling up a spreadsheet and program to calculate time differentials and distance between jump points.

It isn't too long after he's set out the food that she makes her way back out into the living room. She's wearing the robe from New Asgard and carrying an empty wine glass.

"It smells good."

"It seemed a good choice from its descriptions, so let's hope it lives up to that and the smell." Closing the laptop, Loki got to his feet. "Feeling better? If not, I'm certain I can think of a few ways for you to let out some tension and we cause a little mischief."

"Do they involve stabbing things?"

She moves to fill her wine glass again.

"If I'm going to take a leave from work, I might need some help convincing companies that I don't need to pay my bills."

"I'm sure that can be arranged." Moving to pull her chair out for her, it also gave him an excuse to brush his hands against her shoulders in comfort. "While not everything I've ferreted out has been useful to my purposes, I've still found out things I can turn to my advantage. Including things to sell for large sums of money. Let me know the expenses and I'll see what I can do."

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