whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"The time difference is still an issue."

She leans into his touch.

"So now we're worried about danger?"

"I'm always worried about potential danger, Christine." But it's said gently. "...I would not mind us looking for a place together."

"I did just watch you seperate creatures from their heads. I'm sure we will find more dangers in the future, but lets pretend were safe for a little bit."

She is sure there will be more fights ahead.

"Really?" She lights up, eager and happy.

"Backstabbing seemed a little cliché, which is why I only did it once." He teased, brushing his thumb against her cheek. "You have allies and friends who are powerful. I worry less about you, though I do still worry."

Then he nodded, always pleased to make her light up in joy. "Assuming you can live with my being in hiding as well."

She's sure a call for help from her now would be answered by at least a sorcerer and two gods.

"I was so satisfied to see you kill that needle throwing bastard." She feels a hint guilty about it, but they did try to murder her.

"I've been dating this Eric Nordson guy behind your back, he's pretty okay."

"I was rather satisfied to kill him." Blue-green eyes gleamed, before he was chuckling with her next statement. "He has good taste then, as do you." With a wink. "Where would you like to live?"

"Do you have a favorite city? We probably should avoid New York, they like you the least."

As much as she loves New York, she's ready for a change.

"I don't, yet. Or rather, my favorite is where you are."

"London needs to have their Sanctum rebuilt. We could maintain it."

The remnants of the building have already been used to start constructing another.

"It would offer us permanent portals between London and New York, and we could set one for New Asgard as well."

That brought a low chuckle, and a slow blink. "Do you think your Sorcerer Supreme would approve of me helping care for a Sanctum?" It wasn't a no though.

"He watched a bunch of battle outcomes, all of them included you either saving me or dying tying to save me."

That seemed to help Stephen's opinion of Loki.

Loki blinked, somewhat surprised. Before laughing. "I suppose that would be what happened. I'm glad it did not come to that." He seemed thoughtful--pondering the changes he'd been going through.

"That seems to have helped him see you a bit more favorably." She leans across the table to kiss his cheek.

It at least had showed Loki as capable of caring for something besides himself.

That was, admittedly--part of what he was pondering over. HAD he ever cared for anything or anyone besides himself before? Why was she special? There was still a chance she would betray him somehow--there was always that possibility. But everything he'd seen and sensed in her said it was unlikely... Could she hurt him? Yes, badly.

....was she worth it?

No answer he could come to made logical sense, and yet it...felt right.

"I can't promise I'll always behave. My goals have, so far, aligned with keeping this planet safe." Keeping her safe... "I do not see that changing, but it hardly means I'm a 'good guy' now."

"As long as your goals continue to not be exploding the planet, I don't expect you to be a superhero."

She knows he is far more morally ambiguous than anything. She's not foolish enough to see things in black and white anyway. If her touches of bloodthirst are anything to go by, even Christine exists in a shade of gray.

"I would make a terrible superhero. I'd only do it for the glory." Loki had snorted softly at the idea, then started to chuckle. "I'd be turning into Tony Stark, most likely."

"Stark does really love the attention." She only briefly got to meet the man.

"You've got the right outfits for it though. Cape and all."

More chuckling. "Still want one of your own? Or are we staying with horns?" It was his turn to lean across the table though, to kiss her cheek. "Again, I would be happy where you are. I'm willing to give London a try."

"Might be a fun change."

She casts a quick illusion to give herself a horned helm.

"You already sound English, would give you one more way to blend in."

"True enough." This time he moved for her lips, amused and pleased as always by her playfulness. He meant it to be soft and sweet and quick. The swirl and tangle of emotions inside him though meant it was deeper than what he'd meant it to be.

She did manage to at least eat some food before she's completely distracted by kissing him.

She's had to go days with just a few stolen little kisses.

He's distracted too, and it's several heartbeats and with some reluctance before he's pulling back. "I need to let you eat." Almost like he's reminding himself.

She needs the reminder too.

"Give me like 5 minutes." She laughs. Since she also wants to drag him over to the sofa or bed.

"Take longer, and don't choke or force it down, Sweetling." Another kiss--this time definitely quicker. "If they can break my ward I'll be impressed, and also angry."

"I'm a professional at eating quickly. Comes with the medical degree."

She chuckles. She's always eating her lunch in a rush between surgeries, so she is used to eating just enough in a short time.

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