whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

There's a sweet little smile, of course he would want to keep her safe.

"What about on you? Or would you not taint that skin of yours?"

"I don't think I've ever considered. And not because I think of it as tainting, either." Loki murmured, absently stroking her hair and neck. "It's more due to the shape-shifting, probably. When I want to look a different way, I just do."

"That's valid. You could cover yourself in them at any moment if you wanted to."

Shapeshifting is one thing she doesn't believe she could ever learn, it's only barely mentioned in the books at the Sanctum.

"Are you thinking of getting one, Sweetling?" Shapeshifting was and was not difficult for Loki. It seemed to be one of his 'innate' gifts, so perhaps it was related to his being a frost giant. Or maybe it was unique to him for other reasons.

"I've thought about doing something small for years but just couldn't settle on a design."

Christine didn't want to get something she could regret later.

"I think you're beautiful as you are. You know that, yes?" Loki asked, stroking her hair back from her face and his thumb rubbing her cheek. "And as much as it is amusing to my ego that you'd get my name tattooed, I don't think you really need to or want to." You're already mine in so many other ways, after all."

"I know. I wouldn't actually get your name. I'm not the name tattoo type."

She leans into each little touch, just happy and content to have this quiet place together.

"Maybe the horns." She teases.

Loki rolled his eyes but was smiling. "I thought you were interested in learning runes, and instead you're clearly feeling horn-y." With a playful wink, at the deliberately cheesy joke.

That actually makes her groan, it's just so bad.

"If I was, I'm not now." Who knew he would make a dirty dad joke.

Her reaction just makes him chuckle. "Aren't you glad I usually make much better jokes?" Loki confirmed, leaning up to kiss her forehead. "I promise, I won't make anymore intentionally bad ones."

"Very much so." She conjures them a light blanket, the air is getting chill even with the fire.

"I can still hear the waves, and now with the crackling fire. It's making me want to sleep."

She is welcome to all of the blanket, and Loki will just wrap himself around her too. And add another log to the fire with his own telekinesis. "You have been through a lot lately. Today wasn't as exciting in many respects, but it's given you a chance to rest."

"Feels like ages since I've had a lazy day." She yawns and snuggles up to him.

They've not gotten much time to themselves lately, so this is a luxury.

"Does this mean I should be carrying you to bed so you can sleep?" Loki teased gently, happily snuggling her in turn. "As I said, you're in charge on this vacation."

"Mhm, I'm comfortable right here." She's got the radiating heat from the fire and a comfortable frost giant to cuddle.

"So much power, you could be in danger handing a vacation over to me like this."

"They do say power corrupts... On the other hand, I love the hints of wicked streak you show, so I'm not terribly worried." Another kiss was placed against her hair, as he leaned his head against hers.

"I'm still the helpful type." Even if she does get a bit devious on rare occasions.

Her desire for blood is exclusively reserved for those that hurt her, Loki or innocents. But it is there.

"You're a healer, my Sweetling." Because that explained it all, in his mind. It was who she was. Another kiss, and he's stroking her back lovingly.

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