whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Christine is surprised by how gentle the kiss is. They're investigating one another and they're both methodical about it. She brushes her fingers through his hair.

Yeah, kissing him was a good idea.

They are investigating one another, testing out this new development so to speak. Loki guarded what heart he did have very very jealously. She's already managed to worm her way in to where he enjoyed her company, held some sentimental affection for her.

Being lovers would complicate things though. But when did he let that stop him? Complicated and 'trouble' just often made him more determined.

She doesn't expect much from him, something like friends with benefits. Christine is a realist and guards her own heart pretty solidly after Stephen.

The kiss lasts a while, but she eventually pulls away to catch her breath.

"I'll give you credit for being a very good kisser."

"I'm insulted. You sound surprised by that." But Loki was smiling anyways, and still cupping the back of her hair and nape. Arm still around her waist too. "That was very pleasant though."

"You have had many year of practice." She chuckles. She's still running her fingers through his hair, pleased at being allowed to touch him.

"Very pleasant. No doubt worthy of a warning by a sorcerer."

"Perhaps this time he'll try to warn me instead of you." Loki sounded amused by the very idea. "As nice as this is though, we still have delicious treats to indulge in. Though you might also get me to dance again too, afterwards."

Gently pulling back, hand moving to find one of hers and bringing it briefly up for a kiss, before preparing to lead her back to the table.

"I'd like to imagine he will warn you how dangerous I am. Being so very likeable."

She nods, she doesn't want to push this too far, too fast.

"I may need to go a little slower on the wine."

"It is rather potent for a human..." Holding her chair out for her. "Rest assured, were I to take you to bed, I'd still prefer you to be good conversation and clever. Being too inebriated for that would not be attractive to me."

"I know, I'm a weak, frail human." She takes her seat.

"Good to know? Maybe I wouldn't want to take you to bed at all."

She's not a liesmith, so that's very obviously not true.

"Only physically, would you be considered 'weak' or 'frail'." Whether she'd catch implied meanings and compliments in that statement he didn't know. But that was the point.

"If you're going to lie, learn to do it better." With an amused grin sent her way.

"Thanks." She does get that as a compliment.

"I've never been a good liar." She pouts. "The only time I can manage it is when I'm reassuring someone they will be okay when I know they won't."

Those are the hardest lies, but people in crisis do much worse when faced with the truth.

"Well, in a way, you aren't lying. Eventually, they will be 'okay'...just not in the way they think you're saying." Here was part of why Loki was a liar, and a good one. He could twist words around.

"Now you should eat more before you have more wine."

"Depends on how you feel about dying. But the pain won't last at least."

And she does give her all for each and every one of them.

She nods and has a bit more cake.

"It's over-rated, I'll say that much." Considering how many times he'd been thought dead already? Not a fan.

Glad to see her getting more food, he lets the silence linger companionably again. Working on his own cake and cheese and wine.

"How old are you anyway?"

She knows he's very old, and she wonders if he's even kept track.

"1,053 years old. I was born in 965 A.D. as time is reckoned here." He was also the YOUNGER brother.

"That is, impressively old. You don't look a day over 900."

She can't help but to fall into flirtatious teasing again.

Loki just made a scoffing noise, giving her a slow-blink of amusement. "Thor is 447 years older than I am."

"Doesn't he have a human girlfriend?" She feels like she heard that rumor.

"I'm not entirely sure of their current status. I recall vaguely hearing something about him being left by her." Loki can't hide the amusement he feels at that, or the smugness.

"Guess the thunder gets to be too much." She shrugs. It's not as if she had ever considered dating a god before recently.

Loki had certainly never considered dating a human before. Although he supposed they should clarify what 'dating' meant. Or being 'friends'--he wasn't used to that. It wasn't he hadn't had relationships with them before, but they were very rare, brief, and non-committal.

"It can certainly cause a headache."

"You're very quiet, makes you better at backstabbing."

It's not said in anything but a jesting manner. She genuinely does enjoy his company.

She's had more food so she pours herself another glass of wine.

"That's because you haven't seen me at parties. When I want to be I can be quite the social butterfly." Loki meant it sincerely too.

"I can believe that. I bet you are incredibly charming when you want to be."

Part of that silvertongue must be winning people over with charm.

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