whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

That bite brings almost a low growl, head bowed against her own as much as he can. Keeping her close, wrapped around him. It felt so much more intense, given she was projecting. So he reached for her carefully, bringing her into his shields just enough. All the dark and light focused on her, on how good she felt around him, how much he wanted and had missed this, how she shone. Wantneedrawdarkandpossessivebutgentleandprotective--all at once, almost overwhelming.

It is almost entirely overwhelming, being welcomed in to his mind. She can feel how he feels about her and see the way he sees her.

She truly feels like they are one and she gasps against his skin.

adore you

There are still shields and layers; but she had been drawn past the outermost one. A sign of trust--of devotion too. That he let himself be that vulnerable for her. It had been an impulsive decision, born of the moment--but Loki wasn't sure he'd take it back.

Not with her reaction, and knowing so clearly who she was. She was growing stronger as a person and being, coming into her potential. He was proud to have helped spur that within her.

"Mine." Murmured aloud and in her mind. Physically, they moved in synch--as one. Pace deep and full and needy. Entirely wrapped up in their own little world.

She is acutely aware that it's a huge sign of trust to be allowed anywhere beyond his shields.

"Mine" she replies in return. He is as much hers as she is his, or at least she hopes he is.

Even as caught up in the moment as he is, Loki would've had to be truly broken to not hear her. To not think about what that meant--was he? Did he want to be? Would he allow the claim on him? She'd shown him as intimately as possible how she felt, who she was... She would be a weakness--but she gave so much in return.

Several long moments... Then he was nudging her head with his, to speak against her mouth, kiss her in turn. "Yours, Christine." Deliberate in his choice of words, in his choice at all. He could not promise her some things, could not be what she might truly want--but he could be hers for her lifespan.

She doesn't quite realize the amount of thought that went into his sentiment.

Though she does realize the significance of what he says, there is a commitment to it, for at least a while.

and I'm yours, Loki.

Fall with me, Christine. It's a request, asking her. He does not beg. But he's asking, still wrapped around her and with her wrapped around him, still sharing that deeper connection for now.

It only takes that suggestion for her to come crashing. Clinging to him to stay grounded in the overwhelming sensations.

His name is on her lips and in her mind.

He's falling with her not even a second later. Holding her tightly, breathing out her name in turn. His mind wrapped around hers, shielding and protecting her, holding her just as close as he held her physically. It would take a few moments before any other coherent thoughts would happen.

It's incredible. He's everywhere and she's basically jelly against him. It will take a few moments for either of them to fuction.

It was probably a good thing no one would interrupt them. They'd have been lucky to only be stabbed. But in his rooms, where he had already warded and shielded what he could, besides the security he could implement with technology, it was as safe as he could make it. Curling around her, shifting only so she didn't have his full weight pressing on her. Soft kisses against her hairline and mouth, just....breathing her in.

She isn't worried, she can feel the wards he has around his rooms, if nothing else they would know someone was coming.

"That was better than any dessert." She cuddles him, gentle touches to his face and hair.

"I think you asked me to spare the desserts anyway." Leaning into her touches, occasionally kissing her fingers as they came near. Very gently, but deliberately, he moved to close his shields again--once more solo. But it...had been a good experiment. And he let his fondness and appreciation and care wash over her, the sheer contentment he felt at that moment.

She secures her own shields, she still is in a state of amazement that she was allowed so close to him at all. She can't imagine he's ever let anyone else that close before, at least not willingly.

Christine lets him feel the calm and happiness that she's feeling.

Never before willingly. Nor would he be able to pinpoint just why he'd allowed it with her. It was something that would puzzle him for some time to come. Especially since he didn't regret it...

Her projections make him smile, she can feel it where his mouth is pressed against her hairline. One hand moves lazily to stroke along her back. Up her spine and down, from her neck to her hip. "This is a far better evening than what I expected." Lazily content in his voice too. "You said you're planning to stay a day or two? Are we finding clothing for you again, or do you need to retrieve things from your apartment?"

"What plans did I interrupt?" She imagines it was more plotting.

"I should be able to go grab a few things." Now that she has bridged that gap in making a portal she feels a confidence in doing so again.

"Nothing that can't wait until morning. I'd be narrowing down my targets and plotting strategies for how to best take down the groups." So yes, more plotting. "Or transcribing my book still. I had to put that lower down on my list, unfortunately. I don't have much more to go though."

"I look forward to watching you make the portal. All the methods I've found that don't use a focal object of some kind are prohibitively draining in terms of energy cost."

"Has the book had anything interesting in it?"

She really could spend all day curled up in bed with him.

"If you're very nice to him, maybe Stephen would give you a sling ring as well."

"I'm far more likely to borrow yours and analyze it." Loki said dryly, with a soft scoffing noise. "The book has been very interesting, and given me more things to research. Vanaheim was never as advanced as Asgard, but if they've survived and are not in turmoil, I need to visit." A soft huff. "Actually I should probably visit even if they are in turmoil. Or be part of a contingent that goes. It would be a good place to assess the status of what chaos has been left of the realms."

They would need the situation on Earth to be more stable first though.

"So long as you're careful with it." She nuzzles her face against his throat.

"How far away is it? Vanaheim?" She wonders how long it takes to get somewhere off world.

"It's...far. I'm hoping to plot a jump point or two that will help make the journey a matter of days, but space is vast." There's another quiet sigh. "I miss the bifrost."

"Is that the rainbow bridge thing?"

She brushes her fingers through his hair.

Letting himself be soothed, he leaned into the touch. "It was. ...Asgard is destroyed. Ragnarok happened." Then there's a little dark and self-deprecating chuckle. "I started it, but it wasn't my idea."

"That's why you're all here." She offers comfort in emotion and touch.

"I'm sorry, my love."

"You know those words haven't ever sounded as nice, as they do when you say them?" Nuzzling and kissing her forehead. "But no..when Odin passed, it freed our heretofor unknown older sister, Hela, from her banishment to Helheim. She...broke Mjolnir. We couldn't stop her. Eventually, we were able to get what's left of our people to safety--but to fully stop her, Asgard needed to be destroyed."

Softly voiced. "While Thor, Brunhilde, Heimdall, and Banner held off her troops, I went to the palace. I placed Surtur's crown in the everlasting flame, which would resurrect him to destroy Asgard." A pause. "It was Thor's idea, as we couldn't stop her any other way."

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