"Go get in bed, I'll bring you one." Against her own mouth, with one more kiss. Reluctantly parting, before heading for his closet. Soon enough he joined her again, with dark forest green lounge slacks of his own, and handing her one of his looser shirts. Asgardian in style, with a high neck, it tied along the side, with an asymmetrical hem and long sleeves. It was also very, very soft.
On her it is more like a dress, but that's okay. Reaching up to stroke her cheek, brush her hair back. "It's made in the Asgardian style, but actually from Vanaheim. We're receiving some trade goods from them." It's not home, but it's close to.
"I'm sure I could recreate them, if I wanted." Encouraging her to shift with him, so that she could be cuddled under the blankets. Comfy as she wanted. "Anything else you want, to help you sleep, Christine?"
"That might require me to move, and I don't think you want me to let you go." Loki shifted only slightly, while keeping her curled up. "I can do better though." She still hadn't actually heard him sing--her times with the group of revelers had gone towards storytelling more than drinking songs. So now, Loki sang to her softly. Lullabys, old hymns, whatever came to mind.
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"Oh, this feels really nice." She slips it on and does up the little ties. The fabric feels wonderful on her skin.
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"I'd let you borrow some of my clothes, but they wouldn't fit you in this form."
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"Will you read to me? Your voice is soothing."
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She's surprised to hear him sing and it shows in the link, followed by a sense of calm.
It only takes a few songs before she is asleep in his arms.