whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Holding her tighter for a moment more, before pulling back to arm's length to properly study her. She can probably tell that he's sending a testing probe or two against her mind. Loki slowly smiles, then reaches up to brush her cheek. "Much better, my Sweetling. You have been busy."

"It's been tiring, but I think I'm making good progress."

She's been throwing herself into magic with vigor.

"How have you been?"

"Busy, in case you couldn't tell." Reaching up to brush his hand against her face, and dismissing the illusion over her clothing. "I'll be busy tomorrow and the next day, but you said you might want to help?"

"Just a few things going on here." She leans in to kiss him quickly.

"I want to help." She nods. "My projection is much better I might be useful."

"Useful or not, I'm glad to see you." Returning that quick kiss with one of his own. "But I won't need 'calm' for what I'm planning. I plan to turn them against each other so that the infighting causes the group to lose most of its momentum towards violence."

If he likes that mischievous look she gets, he will get it right now.

"I'm sure I can project more than calm, my love."

"I'll be hurting people, Christine. Mostly by inciting them to hurt each other." Just to warn her, even though he's smiling. He does love it when she gets mischievous, and being called 'my love' just sweetens the deal. "I may also kill someone, to frame another. I haven't decided yet."

"Maybe don't kill people?" that's her only objection.

She's trying to nudge him to being a little more light gray. She understands what he's doing, and if murder was absolutely needed she may be okay with it, but this doesn't seem like he needs to get his hands dirty in this.

Quiet for several heartbeats, before he speaks again. "I'll try to make it necessary, not expedient. For you." Which wasn't a promise that he wouldn't kill, but that he'd try and only do it if it became necessary.

"I've been tracking some of these individuals for a few months now, as well as the rise of these groups." Moving to lead her over to his work area. She can see now various pins and strings on the bulletin board, with notes and photos. "I suspected something like this was building, and so while we're not happy at being under a lockdown, we're prepared. Provided no one from our side starts the violence, we'll come out of this in a good position in the eyes of the world."

"If you pick someone that kills puppies or kicks children I'll turn a blind eye."

She wants to know his violence, she feels like she needs to in order to really understand him.

"Ah, that's why I haven't seen you." She moves to look at the board, following his information.

It wasn't even that he enjoyed hurting people, so much as that they were in the way of his goals.

"It is. Remember what I said about potentially needing some applied chaos? I've been watching this unfold." Arm moving around her waist, and hugging her softly. "But we can discuss it in the morning. I have the pleasure of your unexpected company, and we have dinner to eat."

At least his goals seemed to be more for the good of his people and not just him alone.

She leans into him.

"I'm not letting you stay away this long again. Not when I can get here in an instant."

He held her tighter, turning his head to kiss her hair. "I am very impressed. And won't mind if you startle the maids regularly." Heading back towards the table, where he held out her chair. "Go ahead and start, I'll get out of my armor." Unless she wanted to help?

It's her turn to cast a warming spell over the food. A wave of glittering magic coming over the table.

"I'm not missing a chance to undress you."

That brought an amused and affectionate smile and he hugged her against his side. So to the bedroom it was. Really the light armor looked more complicated and complex than it was. Padded over-jacket/vest--since it wasn't meant to be actual combat he'd forgone the gloves and only wore plain leather boots. Then an inner coat of leather-and-mail, along with bracers at his fore-arms and biceps. It looked far more complex than it was.

She helps him out of the jacket before putting it on herself and going to look in the mirror.

"Do I make a good warrior?" It's far too long and broad for her, but it doesn't look bad.

Loki grinned while chuckling. "Not in my gear you don't..." Moving to take her hand, and lead her to where they could see each other in the bathroom mirror, he stood behind her once more. "Not to mention Sif or Brunhilde will be the first to tell you about the perils of poor fitting armor." Arms moving around her waist to hold her from behind, Loki let his head rest on her shoulder. "Something more like this would suit you." There's a shimmer of greenish-gold, and her outfit seemed to change.

"Actually, I wouldn't be surprised to find the former two have thought about what might work for you. I imagine the argument is do you want something more classical, or more modern."

She watches the magic wash over her and she looks at her reflection.

"I look very tough. It's misleading." She laughs. She rests her arms on top of his.

"I need something in the middle of armor and the tunics favored at the sactum. A little more protection than just the linen but more movement." She's put a bit of thought into it herself.

"Something for you to talk with them about, then. They'll be happy to help." A kiss pressed to her cheek, before he let the illusion go. "I'm certain you'll find something, Christine."

"The outfit isn't my biggest concern."

She steps away enough to slip off his jacket.

"I'd rather borrow the helmet if I'm trying on your clothes." She teases.

That brings a definite smile and laugh. "I will say I do like the idea of you in my clothes." Another kiss on her cheek, before he's moving to one hand to his wrist. To start undoing bracer belts and buckles. "Besides, you're the one who said it'd look heavy."

"That's true, I'd probably need more dainty horns." She laughs.

She watches him undo his bracers, she still is intrigued by the layers that go into his armor.

He's practiced at it enough, at least with the light armor. He'd needed aid, for the more elaborate set on Asgard. Bracers slipped off, and it was clear the under coat was a combination of light mail-and-leather, fastened to one side. It was the last layer though, and left him in a green high-collared shirt and deeper green canvas slacks, tucked into his boots. It took remarkably less time to remove than to put on, and he was gathering up the pieces to properly store them away.

"Wearing the horns you might be mistaken for me. You did ask me not to shape-shift into you, however."

"I'm more likely to be stabbed if I'm confused for you."

Given how they met it's an apt joke.

"I'm just curious how they'd look. I'm not going to steal your horns."

She follows him as he puts away his armor. Once everything is in it's place she closes the space between them to kiss him.

His hands come up to cup her cheek while they kiss. She'll feel a wash of magic again, and a sensation as if something were on her head. It's not real--she KNOWS it's not real, but the illusion is very good. Holding the kiss for a moment more, before Loki pulled back and smiled. "Go take a look, Sweetling."

Personally, he preferred the tiara he'd made her on her first visit, or something similar. But what she seemed to wear now was closer to his own horned crown and helmet.

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