whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"It's a little selfish too." She admits, "it's rumoured to have some very good healing spells in it."

And she can't read runes yet.

"So I am teaching you runes, while we're here then." Loki would be the last person to chide her for being selfish. "Which I'm happy to do, by the way."

"It will give us something to do when we have clothes on."

She appreciates that he doesn't mind when she's being a little selfish.

"You are a good teacher."

Her response brought a laugh. He had dressed down for their vacation--for once wearing a white linen shirt and loose dark green linen pants. Most of his clothes had been in the same theme, though he had brought light armor if they decided to explore or train.

"I am for you, at least." He wasn't sure how good a teacher he was for others. It had been a surprise to find people wished to spar with him, too.

She does enjoy seeing him dressed more casually, it's always a pleasant surprise.

"You are getting a bit of a sparing fan club." People are reccomending to one another to try sparing with Loki because he's so cunning and sneaky, he never does what's expected and that is helpful in training.

"It's...strange. To finally be valued somewhat, when I've spent centuries being derided as less than honorable." Maybe it was simply because their people were all learning to adapt to a new way of doing things.

"You deserve it, you know? To be appreciated. Everyone says sparing with you is excellent practice for the unexpected."

She nuzzles her face against his throat.

"And I believe it. You are a very unpredictable fighter."

"I'll have to ensure that it doesn't become common then. Lest it become expected." Smiling against her hair. Sighing in content and reaching up to stroke the back of her neck and shoulders while she nuzzled him.

She nods. This is nice, just laying with him, knowing they are alone.

"The water sounds nice." The waves gently crashing on the beach.

"Would you like a walk along the beach, or to stay here. We can even just nap and be lazy." Which sounded very indulgent in his mind. "Or get started on learning to sail."

"Being lazy sounds like a luxury." Given all the changes that have happened to her since she met him, she's not gotten to be lazy in a while.

"Then lazy we shall be." Kissing her hairline, and shifting only enough to curl her closer. Make them both more comfortable. One hand still caressing her neck and shoulders, the other splayed low and possessive on her hip.

He tends to keep a possessive grip on her when they are alone, and she actually rather likes it.

"Sif checks, with some regularity, to make sure you are treating me well."

He keeps a possessive grip on her sometimes when they're not alone, too. But especially when they're alone--and he feels it's safe to be more open with his feelings. "I'm so surprised, I'm sure you can tell." With light sarcasm, but it wasn't meant meanly. "Do I want to know what you tell her?" ....he really kind of did.

"I make sure to emphasize that you're great in bed." She laughs. That is absolutely the last thing she would tell Sif.

"I reassure her that you actually are good to me."

Her first response brought a snorting laugh. "Ah. I see. You only love me for my body." Teasing her in turn.

"It is a very nice body." She laughs, running a hand along his front as if appraising.

"Quite good."

More laughter, and he's capturing her hand and bringing it up to kiss. "Ah ha, my long game has worked. You are successfully mine and successfully seduced, Christine." Still teasing her.

"That's a very mild long game, I would expect better from my god of mischief."

They do so well because they can tease one another recklessly and with such mirth.

"Not everything needs to be complicated and grandiose. Sometimes it's about appreciating the little things." Leaning his head down enough to kiss her sweetly. Just enjoying the act for the joy it brought, and the happiness she brought.

She kisses him back, savoring the general excitement of being here with him.

"Love you." She mutters against his lips.

"I'm quite taken with you, Christine. As you well know." Murmured against her lips too, before he's moving to kiss along her cheek and jaw, down her throat. No real path or purpose except enjoying her and her presence.

She lets out a happy little sigh at those meandering kisses.

"I have suspected as much."

"I am a talented liar and actor...but I'm not lying or acting with you." Still murmured against her skin, in between kisses. Up to her ear, down against her pulse...

"And I can feel your emotions." She knows exactly how he feels about her.

She even knows about that love that he's not quite worked out yet.

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