Her love, as ever, is balm to his lonely and hurt soul. Nor is Loki aware that he's projecting it back. Still not fully ready to admit it to himself unconsciously, but that doesn't mean he can control what he feels. Emotions can not lie.
They hold each other, steady each other. Basking in the afterglow and supporting each other, in synch.
It's the feeling of his emotions that keeps her comfortable with waiting for him to say he loves her. She doesn't need the words when she feels the emotion radiating from him.
"You know, I've always had a healthy libido, but you have really gotten me going." She leaves a little kiss on his cheek. "And I'm sure that gives your ego a little stroke."
"You like to stroke a lot of my things, Sweetling." Loki teased her, nuzzling her nose. "But I can also say that you are, once again, unique." He had always been a hedonist, and had his own healthy libido--but she sparked something in him.
One hand came up to brush her cheek, stroke her hair back from her face. "I'd like to see someone try." He would enjoy eviscerating them, first with words--then possibly literally.
Stroking her cheek still, Loki nuzzled her again. "I would be honored to meet your mother." Smiling, genuine and soft, just for her. "You know, you're probably strong enough to heal her somewhat. I can also think of ways to help slow her decline and keep her safe too." He'd already put one of those ways in motion, but would share that with her for Yule.
"If nothing else, you've...at least given me a new appreciation for certain humans. And a reluctant admiration for the species." They tried so hard, fought so much, despite having such a limited time to do so. Often even when it was against their best interest.
Loki snorted. "You could be Asgardian, if not necessarily an Asgardian." He was, after all, not an Asgardian. "I believe the official term for what we are known as, in regards to Norway, is a Suzerainty. Some of the Norwegians who've chosen to remain in New Asgard have changed their citizenship internally to be Asgardian."
"I'm not sure--I've been using Norway's for Eric." Loki replied. "Thor might wonder what the point and purpose was, but would likely grant you one easily."
"Do you have any actual citizenship on Earth? You know, as you?"
Christine has no doubt she'd just have to ask Thor to get a passport if she really wanted one. The god of Thunder did seem to quite like her after all.
"Not as myself, no. It has, after all, only become recently that I've been open about my presence on the planet. I do believe the US still wants to try me as a war-criminal, although SHIELD has been intervening on account of my being 'helpful'."
"Something we can look into later, if necessary." Loki was less concerned about it than other things, all told. He probably should have been more concerned, but couldn't really bring himself to care much. "Especially if it matters to you. It's not as if your country doesn't cut deals all the time."
"Oh, that is a naughty suggestion. I love it." Loki murmured, all mischief in his grin and blue-green eyes sparkling. Accompanying it with an affectionate brushing over her cheek. "I think I shall leave it to you for now, my Sweetling. And Sif, should you choose to enlist help. But if you need a second set of eyes or thoughts, I am not far."
"We...have made our peace, somewhat." Loki had noticed too--and was still grateful, if also a tiny bit resentful, for her help with Christine's abduction and the resolution thereof. "And you know I love your devious side, Sweetling. Mischief is such a good look on you."
"I think for full effect, you'd need the whole outfit. But yes--it is a very good look on you, Sweetling. Especially like this." Pulling back enough to let his eyes dance over her. Naked but for her new horned crown.
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She kisses him, heavy and breathless and radiates love through their link.
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They hold each other, steady each other. Basking in the afterglow and supporting each other, in synch.
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"You know, I've always had a healthy libido, but you have really gotten me going." She leaves a little kiss on his cheek. "And I'm sure that gives your ego a little stroke."
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"No one could deny our chemisty." She teases, kissing him again. Even Stephen has come along to seeing just how serious Christine was about the god.
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"I think I'm ready to introduce you to my mom."
It's a big thing for her. Christine hadn't introduced her mom to anyone since Stephen.
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Christine had been working for sometime on making sure the spell was just right, it was for her mom afterall.
"Even if I can just slow the progress it would be wonderful."
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"As representative of my species, I'm sure we all appreciate it. As much as I'd like to be Asgardian myself."
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Christine has no doubt she'd just have to ask Thor to get a passport if she really wanted one. The god of Thunder did seem to quite like her after all.
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She's absolutely suggesting using her power to manipulate a government on his behalf.
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"I figured you'd approve of devious plans."
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"Is it?" She sits back a little and charms herself the illusion of a small pair of horns to match his.
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"I think it works as an overall look. Should wear this to the next event."
As if there was any universe where he would be okay with her prancing around naked in public.
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