whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"It will come out eventually." More nuzzling of her forehead. "Ready for sleep?"

"Both Sif and Thor have figured it out by now." Especially given that Christine and Loki share rooms.

"Yeah, I think it's bedtime."

"I'm aware." Loki said quietly, somewhat dry in tone. "I suspect if they didn't, they wouldn't have done what they did as a way of not just stopping me, but trying to help." One more kiss on the forehead, then he's moving out of the tub. Helping her up, and using the simple expedient of magic to get dry, as much as he wouldn't mind snuggling her with a towel.

"Sorry. I know it's difficult for you to admit feelings." She's appreciative of the spell.

"Should I steal another of your shirts?"

Leaning down just for a moment, he kissed her. In appreciation and thanks for her understanding and patience. Just enough--for him to know how he felt. "You, are getting in bed. Would you like to steal another of my shirts, or something else?"

She smiles against his lips.

"Your shirts are comfortable. I think that's what I want."

"Go get in bed, I'll bring you one." Against her own mouth, with one more kiss. Reluctantly parting, before heading for his closet. Soon enough he joined her again, with dark forest green lounge slacks of his own, and handing her one of his looser shirts. Asgardian in style, with a high neck, it tied along the side, with an asymmetrical hem and long sleeves. It was also very, very soft.

She will leave him if only for the comfort of the bed. She takes the shirt he has brought her.

"Oh, this feels really nice." She slips it on and does up the little ties. The fabric feels wonderful on her skin.

On her it is more like a dress, but that's okay. Reaching up to stroke her cheek, brush her hair back. "It's made in the Asgardian style, but actually from Vanaheim. We're receiving some trade goods from them." It's not home, but it's close to.

"That's why it feels different from anything I've worn before." She enjoys the privilege of getting to wear his clothes.

"I'd let you borrow some of my clothes, but they wouldn't fit you in this form."

"I'm sure I could recreate them, if I wanted." Encouraging her to shift with him, so that she could be cuddled under the blankets. Comfy as she wanted. "Anything else you want, to help you sleep, Christine?"

"You'd probably still look good in them." She wraps an arm around him, snuggling close to him.

"Will you read to me? Your voice is soothing."

"That might require me to move, and I don't think you want me to let you go." Loki shifted only slightly, while keeping her curled up. "I can do better though." She still hadn't actually heard him sing--her times with the group of revelers had gone towards storytelling more than drinking songs. So now, Loki sang to her softly. Lullabys, old hymns, whatever came to mind.

"That's true." She mutters, burying her face into his chest.

She's surprised to hear him sing and it shows in the link, followed by a sense of calm.

It only takes a few songs before she is asleep in his arms.

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