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."
"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.
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.
"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."
"It still can't be good for you." But Loki won't pester her about it further. Instead he's going to try and lead by example. The food is very different from home, but that doesn't make it bad at all. He intends to enjoy it.
That's the adrenaline, Sweetling. Or perhaps you having someone be protective over you is as much of a wanted thing as it is for me. Part of Loki would always miss Asgard, but Vanaheim had some of the same things and would likely be open for trade. And truly the sheer variety on Midgard was amazing.
"I'm not entirely sure, it's local which could be why it tastes differently. Different spices and fruits would make a different concoction after all." Pulling over the small bottle to see if that would help. "Ah, yes. Apparently it's a variety blend of fruits, including one found only in Wakanda."
Blue-green eyes met her own, and Loki smiled. "And while you are not a warrior, I do particularly enjoy that you've become more lethal."
Loki smirked, and leaned in to kiss her again, careful of the bottle and their glasses. Projecting an image of her while he did so. Glimpses of her on the battlefield, radiating power and energy and confidence as she moved through the chaos. Wielding daggers and magic both, standing guard over those fallen if need be until someone else could, so she could then heal them.
She did look powerful and it's actually an impressive image. She's thankful that he's showing her. She sends the image of him climbing the stairs, protective rage in his eyes.
It was the first time I've ever sent an image or illusion to anyone that wasn't you, or required touch. The idea he'd had then, that required Wong's help. It had worked.
Still kissing her too, deepening it slowly, hands coming up to hold her face gently.
Bed More room, and Loki's up out of his seat and moving to hers. Pulling her up out of it gently, then wrapping his arms around her. "I was pleased he picked up on the idea quickly enough." Murmured against her mouth. "Since it was only an image I could send him of what I needed."
Considering your armor changed to match mine?There's amusement and the equivalent of a raised eyebrow. It's easy enough to pick her up, and Loki has no trouble walking them to the bedroom. Still with her wrapped around him, he moved to kneel, one leg on the bed, and broke the kiss only to speak. "I wonder if it always looked that way or if there was some influence on it."
Considering that he'd been close to on par with his brother, or on par with Steve Rogers, in fighting the chitauri she shouldn't worry anymore about that. "That should probably make me worry more than it does." But it's said teasingly.
"I don't think it says that specifically so much as that we're 'together', with all that implies." Which they also are, a lot. Loki shifted to let her get more at his throat. Probably a good thing he tended to favor high collars.
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She casts a quick illusion to give herself a horned helm.
"You already sound English, would give you one more way to blend in."
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She's had to go days with just a few stolen little kisses.
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"Give me like 5 minutes." She laughs. Since she also wants to drag him over to the sofa or bed.
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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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you are very sexy when you're killing things that tried to hurt me.
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She does very much like the wine.
"What is this made of?" She holds up the glass.
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Blue-green eyes met her own, and Loki smiled. "And while you are not a warrior, I do particularly enjoy that you've become more lethal."
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Her cheeks are a bit flushed and she's a little giddy.
"Is it sexy?" She laughs
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It was verysexy and attractive.
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you too, my love.
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Still kissing her too, deepening it slowly, hands coming up to hold her face gently.
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There is a wave of pride at him using something he worked on with her to save her.
She sets her glass down carefully.
Sofa?
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She's out of her seat and wrapping her legs around his waist to be carried into the bedroom.
There were very few raised eyebrows about us sharing a room.
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She's gotten used to how easily he carries her, she no longer worries at all that she is too heavy for him to lift.
"Might say that you were always destined to find yourself with a healer."
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She teases in reply, leaving a trail of kisses down his throat.
"Though matching your armor does make it look like we're sleeping together."
Which they are, a lot.
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