whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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."

"Have you been called love a lot?"

She feels sadness for him, he's lost so much.

"Oh, you had a surprise sister" she strokes his cheek. "You saved your people though, despite the loss of your planet. You are brave."

"Usually in the heat of the moment, by those wishing to manipulate me for some purpose. They think themselves sly." It had hurt the first few times, before he'd simply stopped caring and investing himself so much. Trust was....a very rare and precious thing for him. Christine seemed to understand that.

"Neither Thor nor myself had known of her."

"I didn't start calling you love until I realized I loved you." She was a very genuine and authentic person.

"And she was obviously not good."

"You also project emotions, and had no shielding or idea that was what you were doing. I doubt very much you're attempting to manipulate me, Sweetling." Reaching up to tap her mouth with a finger playfully. "Don't think the possibility hasn't occurred to me a few times over."

As for the other subject...

"Had Hela succeeded in conquering the nine realms, she would've made my invasion look like a child with toy soldiers. She reveled in the bloodshed."

"You probably would have caught on by now. And I'm a terrible liar."

Christine is too genuine to have even considered using him.

"So you saved more than just your people? That's a very noble sacrifice."

An eyebrow raised. "It was that or die, as neither Thor or myself are the type to kneel. Do not think I am some heroic type, Christine." He wasn't. Generally.

"In any case, that is why we are here now. As refugees, although Thor and many of our people still view us as protectors of the nine realms." Their king had stated as such, in his various dealings with the world so far. Nevermind that there were no real soldiers among the refugees...

"You have your moments of heroism. Usually to achieve something you want, but I think that still counts."

He's no true hero type, but he has done some very good things.

"I'm glad you're on Earth or our lives would have never crossed at all."

"Agreed, Sweeting." Leaning down to kiss her softly, affectionately. Just for a long moment.

"Now, we should eat. And possibly do something besides lounge in bed together." With a playful wink, and teasing smile.

"I am hungry." She chuckles, "after that exercise."

She moves out of his embrace and goes to his closet to pull out a tee-shirt that she puts on. He did seem to like her in his clothes.

He did, and chuckled softly. A stretch, and then he's joining her at the closet. Casual slacks of his own, and a similar tee shirt. "Are you planning on borrowing more?" Said with amusement and curiosity.

She gives a little twirl, the hemline just barely covers what it needs to.

"No, I think this is enough."

It does make for a lovely look, all legs below the hemline.

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