whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"I want to try with staffs."

She had seen him using one while sparing and she was intrigued.

Christine nods. Her magic swirls with red runes as she casts a basic ward over the place.

It was definitely a different source of magic than his own, possibly because of the different schooling too. But Loki studied her, watching her weave the energies in place, with a soft (and loving) smile on his face.

He was more proficient with a spear than a staff, but it would do.

Perhaps there was an element of being different species as well. They harnessed the same energy, just in different ways.

She finishes her ward and sends a curl of magical wind to wrap around him with a warm breeze.

His hands went out to the sides, with the breeze and Loki laughed softly. Before shifting his arms, moving to pull her to him. One arm went to her waist and hip, the other took hers to the side. "I do recall once you saying you wanted to see me dance." Would she dance with him now?

She's chucking herself as she's pulled to him.

"We need some music." She will absolutely dance with him.

"Says who?" Loki asked, with a soft smile. Before starting to lead her. Just basics, but dancing to a beat that he hoped she might be able to hear too.

It's been a while since she danced, but she does know the basics. She can keep up with his lead, a fond smile on her face.

It helps that it's nothing too difficult. An occasional twirl, or a dip, but mostly just the two of them being close and dancing with each other. Clear in his eyes he's very much enjoying.

They could very easily learn a complicated dance, they move well together.

"You lead well." She knows exactly what he's doing with each little movement.

"You dance well. Or perhaps I lead well because I have the perfect partner." With a teasing wink. Especially since he lead into another twirl with it, and when she came back, she was dipped.

"So charming." She laughs as she spins and is quickly dipped. When she is pulled back upward she kisses him.

"We need to go to some event where we can dance."

"I do love seeing you dressed up." Loki agreed, leaning his forehead against hers. "So I'll find us an event."

"I'll wear some flowy dress for you." She lets out a happy little sigh. They're going to have a perfect little vacation.

Leaning his forehead against hers, Loki gave a slow blink. Blue-green eyes sparkled with affection. "However I can help you look beautiful, Sweetling."

"And you can wear your black suit." She likes the look of him in a suit. "You're wonderful."

"Only for you, my Sweetling." How could he not kiss her after that? So he did, sweet and lingering and wanting. They would need food before anything else, but this kiss had promise.

They would need to make some dinner, but she didn't mind a slow, lingering kiss first.

Once she pulled away she grinned. "Right, we should eat."

"We should. We'll probably need the energy." Bringing their joined hands up to kiss her knuckles, Loki was then pulling a way. While keeping their hands joined, and heading towards the kitchen. "Let's see what they stocked, and if I can figure out these appliances." He was confident he could.

"I'm tempted to just watch to see how you manage."
But she will likely help. She knows her way around a human kitchen a bit better than he does.

"Is that a challenge?" There's an eyebrow raise, and Loki was smirking. But they'd been stocked up well. Lots of grains and fruits, local vegetables, and their primary meat seemed to be fish or chicken. Which was fine with him. It seemed easy enough to do a basic rice with veggies and fruit, and grilled chicken. Enough to make it last for more than one meal, easy to season and cook, and a good introduction to managing on new appliances and skills.

It wasn't long before they were curled up on the couch, bowls nearby, and Loki had pulled out a notebook and pen to start teaching her runes.

"It's always a challenge." She does help a little bit, but it's mostly Loki that does the cooking, and dinner actually is rather good.

They end up on the sofa and Christine is curled up with him learning runes with him.

It helped that it was simple stuff--the hardest part being prep. Which involved lots of chopping. So more playing with knives. On the couch though, he had long legs stretched out, while hers were draped over his lap. If he hadn't needed both hands, he would've had one arm around her happily too.

"So, a good portion of these will not be a precise one-to-one correspondence with your English alphabet. There are some sounds that we have in Asgardian, and Norwegian, and I'm fairly sure in some other languages near the region. In your modern Midgardian times, you've divided them into two sets, known as the Elder Futhark and Younger Futhark."

"So it's got it's own alphabet." She nods. They are very cozy together.

"Is the difference between the two just the time they were developed?"

It was getting on towards dusk on the island, so things weren't quite so bright or warm. But it was still far warmer than coastal Norway. They hadn't yet lit the fire bowl in the middle of the living area, but they might soon.

"There's a lot of overlap between the two as well, so if you know the one, you'll know most of the other. In addition to each of these having a corresponding sound, they can embody concepts too. Some have even traditionally been ascribed to the gods." Loki's grin turned into an amused smirk. "The runes were symbols that sprang from Urd's well--where we visited. In the lore, Odin impaled himself through his heart with his own spear on Yggdrasil, and hung there for nine days and nine nights to perceive the deeper meanings of them."

"Did he?" Given that Odin is real, and Loki's adoptive dad she can ask if it's true.

"Is there a rune for you? Should I get it tattooed on my ass?"

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