whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"I'll speed up the healing after I rest for a bit." She needs to get her energy back up to heal herself with.

She is careful getting in the tub, though she makes a content little sigh when she sinks into the warm water.

And then she's welcoming Loki into the tub with her. She just wants to have him close.

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"Take your time, Sweetling. There is nothing urgent awaiting you." He's curling her close, letting her lean on him while he nuzzles her hair. Still trying to put his thoughts and emotions in order. "...I've never let myself be someone else's."

She happily cuddles against him, letting the warmth soothe her aching muscles.

"Has no one been interesting enough?"

"I've never trusted anyone enough to be that close." Loki said quietly, one hand coming up to stroke her hair. "It....amazes me. And scares me. That I trust you so deeply." Pausing, trying to figure out how to put it in words. "It's why you can make me bleed."

It is so nice to hear, she leans into his touch.

She remembers his little metaphor about love, and it clicks as to where his mind is going. Or at least she thinks it does.

"Am I a dagger?"

"I believe you are." Loki's voice was still quiet, thoughtful. It was clear he was struggling with this still. "Or that you've used one on me."

She let's a bit of her love and affection caress his mind, she wants him to know that she understands.

She also doesn't expect him to say it, she never has. While love isn't new for her, one that is this deep is.

The caress is welcomed, and now...now he projects some of his own emotions back. Confusion and a bit of fear, affection and worry, simmering rage--but not directed at her. Directed towards those who dared harm her, but also mixed with a healthy self-loathing. Because he hadn't been able to protect her. And for her sake, because he knew it would make her unhappy--he would not go after them. (Not directly, anyways.) Letting her past his shield enough to see just how vulnerable he felt, with this state that he knew not how to handle. Caring for someone else, loving them. Not as an extension of himself, but for their own sake.

She hugs him just a little tighter.

I've got you.

She plans to have him for as long as she's able. She mentally reassures him; she's scared too. He could hurt her terribly if he wanted, it goes in both directions.

She presses a little kiss to his chest.

It's a reminder that for all his years, relatively--he was still young in so many ways too. Kisses are pressed to her hair, soft nuzzles, as he wraps his arms around her possessively. "You are making me soft." It's sad with dry amusement.

"Soft to me, maybe. But you are still fierce."

After watching him fight and seeing that cunning strength in all it's glory, she would never call him soft.

"Maybe to you, yes. So long as it's not to others." Nuzzling her, mind wrapping around her as much as it could. "If you really want to go home, you can. But I know I'm not alone in hoping you stay for a few days still."

"Probably wouldn't hurt you to be a tiny bit nicer to people. If you wanted."

She embraces him back, cozy and safe.

"It doesn't feel like home without you."

"I'm not actually mean, on a regular basis." Loki protested. But her words got her a kiss against her hair. "I could come with you. I can work from there as easily as from here, for what I have to do."

But New Asgard, or at least the people in it, had started to regard itself as a home for her too.

"You're not mean, but you can be standoffish." She smiles, tilting her face up enough to kiss his lips.

"I'm not especially partially to my apartment. It might be good for a few days to be away though."

Loki could live with being standoffish, and even then he wasn't always. He was private. Part of why he had the same servants too, whom he did know the names of and treat, if not kindly, politely and professionally. For all that he was a prince, he also was fairly tidy and not that demanding in many ways.

"Whatever you want, Sweetling." Her comfort was his chief concern for now. Now that she was safe.

"Not just for me. We can steal away for a few days to be just us."

His servants are all very polite and they seem to have a good rapport with him, if just in passing.

"We should go somewhere new, if that's the case." Loki murmured. "Perhaps one of those beaches that Earth should be famous for."

"Like the one this is modeled on." The image she's painted in her mind that he cast to surround them.

"I love it when I get to steal you away for a little bit."

"You'd have to live with Eric's appearance for a bit, depending on how private or not we are." But his mind was already turning with ideas. Not least of which this might be advantageous in drawing out their enemies.

"I'm used to it now." She shrugs, Eric is familar enough that it still feels like Loki.

"Do you swim?"

"I can, although I've not do so often casually." Loki gave a soft little laugh. "Depending on how well known we become, I've plans to retire Eric. It means I'd have to have certain affairs put in your name though."

"What sort of affairs?" She's not saying no, she's just curious what he means.

"A bank account or two and some other financial interests."

She nods.

"Oh, that's fine. If you trust me with your sneaky money."

It's not as if anything about her is untrustworthy, especially where Loki is concerned.

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