whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Do you have a favorite city? We probably should avoid New York, they like you the least."

As much as she loves New York, she's ready for a change.

"I don't, yet. Or rather, my favorite is where you are."

"London needs to have their Sanctum rebuilt. We could maintain it."

The remnants of the building have already been used to start constructing another.

"It would offer us permanent portals between London and New York, and we could set one for New Asgard as well."

That brought a low chuckle, and a slow blink. "Do you think your Sorcerer Supreme would approve of me helping care for a Sanctum?" It wasn't a no though.

"He watched a bunch of battle outcomes, all of them included you either saving me or dying tying to save me."

That seemed to help Stephen's opinion of Loki.

Loki blinked, somewhat surprised. Before laughing. "I suppose that would be what happened. I'm glad it did not come to that." He seemed thoughtful--pondering the changes he'd been going through.

"That seems to have helped him see you a bit more favorably." She leans across the table to kiss his cheek.

It at least had showed Loki as capable of caring for something besides himself.

That was, admittedly--part of what he was pondering over. HAD he ever cared for anything or anyone besides himself before? Why was she special? There was still a chance she would betray him somehow--there was always that possibility. But everything he'd seen and sensed in her said it was unlikely... Could she hurt him? Yes, badly.

....was she worth it?

No answer he could come to made logical sense, and yet it...felt right.

"I can't promise I'll always behave. My goals have, so far, aligned with keeping this planet safe." Keeping her safe... "I do not see that changing, but it hardly means I'm a 'good guy' now."

"As long as your goals continue to not be exploding the planet, I don't expect you to be a superhero."

She knows he is far more morally ambiguous than anything. She's not foolish enough to see things in black and white anyway. If her touches of bloodthirst are anything to go by, even Christine exists in a shade of gray.

"I would make a terrible superhero. I'd only do it for the glory." Loki had snorted softly at the idea, then started to chuckle. "I'd be turning into Tony Stark, most likely."

"Stark does really love the attention." She only briefly got to meet the man.

"You've got the right outfits for it though. Cape and all."

More chuckling. "Still want one of your own? Or are we staying with horns?" It was his turn to lean across the table though, to kiss her cheek. "Again, I would be happy where you are. I'm willing to give London a try."

"Might be a fun change."

She casts a quick illusion to give herself a horned helm.

"You already sound English, would give you one more way to blend in."

"True enough." This time he moved for her lips, amused and pleased as always by her playfulness. He meant it to be soft and sweet and quick. The swirl and tangle of emotions inside him though meant it was deeper than what he'd meant it to be.

She did manage to at least eat some food before she's completely distracted by kissing him.

She's had to go days with just a few stolen little kisses.

He's distracted too, and it's several heartbeats and with some reluctance before he's pulling back. "I need to let you eat." Almost like he's reminding himself.

She needs the reminder too.

"Give me like 5 minutes." She laughs. Since she also wants to drag him over to the sofa or bed.

"Take longer, and don't choke or force it down, Sweetling." Another kiss--this time definitely quicker. "If they can break my ward I'll be impressed, and also angry."

"I'm a professional at eating quickly. Comes with the medical degree."

She chuckles. She's always eating her lunch in a rush between surgeries, so she is used to eating just enough in a short time.

"It still can't be good for you." But Loki won't pester her about it further. Instead he's going to try and lead by example. The food is very different from home, but that doesn't make it bad at all. He intends to enjoy it.

It's different food and she enjoys it as well. She does like trying new things.

you are very sexy when you're killing things that tried to hurt me.

That's the adrenaline, Sweetling. Or perhaps you having someone be protective over you is as much of a wanted thing as it is for me. Part of Loki would always miss Asgard, but Vanaheim had some of the same things and would likely be open for trade. And truly the sheer variety on Midgard was amazing.

Maybe a bit of both.

She does very much like the wine.

"What is this made of?" She holds up the glass.

"I'm not entirely sure, it's local which could be why it tastes differently. Different spices and fruits would make a different concoction after all." Pulling over the small bottle to see if that would help. "Ah, yes. Apparently it's a variety blend of fruits, including one found only in Wakanda."

Blue-green eyes met her own, and Loki smiled. "And while you are not a warrior, I do particularly enjoy that you've become more lethal."

"Local, it's very good. A little stronger than my usual wine."

Her cheeks are a bit flushed and she's a little giddy.

"Is it sexy?" She laughs

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