whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"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.

She has grown quite familar with the feel of his illusions. When the kiss breaks she does go to the mirror where she grins.

"Ok, I see why you like these, they look really cool. Probably not my style, but I look neat." To get a real feel for the look she summons her dagger to her.

She can hear him chuckling, and a moment later he peeks in. "The outfit is all wrong, but you're getting closer." Fortunately he was quite amused by the idea of her trying to dress up like him. "I think the tiara you already have works best for you, however."

"It's not a battle tiara." She laughs and sends the dagger back to its home with ease.

"But I do like it, it sits on my dresser next to my jewlery box."

"That is a good point. I have used my own as a weapon before, when it was convenient." There's a wry grin. "And not to headbutt people either, before you ask." Stepping up to join her at the mirror, her hand is taken and brought up to his mouth. "The horns are not actually necessarily unique to me. Odin's own helmet had a different design, but had them. And the design was echoed in the Einherjar as well." Dismissing the illusion on her as he spoke. "I'll show you sometime."

"Nope, I'm going to imagine you charging people like a bull because it's funny."

It's a beautiful mental picture.

"Do you have a cape too? Everyone has a cape and I'm feeling very left out." She rests her free hand on his side.

"Sometimes." With an indulgent smile. "Would you like to see what the full armor was like?"

"Yes, absolutely." There is a genuine sort of playfulness between them.

He didn't let go of her hand, but did step back a few steps. Almost like he was formally escorting her, as the illusion washed over him. Full ceremonial armor, all gleaming gold, complete with a cape.

She looks him over, obviously impressed.

"That is very regal." He looks very much like a prince.

Now of coure if anyone was going to notice this it would be Christine.

"Are the pants designed to draw the eye to your crotch?"

That just brought a full amused smile. "No, Sweetling--I think only you would care about that. At least so openly."

"They're just making everything very impressive." She's laughing and also blushing all the way from her cheeks to the top of her chest.

"I didn't design the outfit, but thank you." Still very regal as he gave her a little bow, with an amused smile. Before letting the illusion drop, and he was very casual once more.

"Whoever did liked you." She bridges the gap between them again to kiss him more, there's a heavy amount of need to it, it's been several months since she's been able to kiss him.

That need to it both does, and does not, surprise him. Wrapping his arms around her once more, pulling her as close as can be. Slanting his head to make the kiss more full, deeper, letting her feel some of his own need.

Is dinner going to wait, Sweetling?

I think it has to.

Given the way she's tugging at his clothes, dinner will be much more patient. Christine has been all work and no play for months now.

I've only had myself for months now.

It has been lonely without you. Brushing her mind softly, letting her feel that loneliness, and the joy that she was back with him. Clear emotions for her to taste and know.

She may be tugging at his clothes, but his arms move up to her shoulders, still holding her close. Letting more than just illusion magic wash over her while they kiss, changing her tee shirt and sweatpants to something more regal and dressed up herself. Then his hands are moving to her hair, and once more more than just an illusion would wash over her. Another small tiara, giving her some horns of her own.

Pulling back only enough to speak against her mouth, to let blue-green eyes open and watch her. "Show me what you've learned, Sweetling."

She can tell the difference between the illusion magic and her clothes being transfigured.

"Am I meant to do healing spells on you?" She chuckles. She does project her desire, far more directly and stronger than in the past.

That brings a low groan, and he kisses her again. More fiercely this time, indulging and tasting her. I'm sure you've learned more than simply that, Sweetling. You're a witch now, or a Sorceress rather.

She pulls away for a moment to cast. His clothes disappearing from his body and ending up neatly folded nearby.

Another spell to give the sensation of her hands ghosting over her skin without her touching him. They're creative uses for some reasonably basic spells.

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