whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Between them, it's not long at all before they're cruising and sailing back towards their little dock. Soon enough they're set near the pier. Then while Christine moves to tie up and shore up the boat's rope to the dock, Loki moved to tack the sails once more. Once the boat was secured and they were walking back to their bungalow, Loki made sure to take her hand, twining their fingers.

"So how will we spend our evening, Sweetling. We aren't so out to nowhere that we couldn't go 'out' for dinner. Whether we take the boat or one of your portals."

"We could go to any resturant in the world." She agrees, walking along with him.

"Anything you're in the mood for? We could pop over to Paris for French food." They've not used the portals for fun nearly as much as they could.

"Much of it is still new to me, Sweetling." Loki murmured, squeezing their joined hands. "We could head to London, check out the area around the sanctum so we know what we'll be getting into?"

Not that a London in winter would be that pleasant, but it would make coming back to the tropics that much sweeter.

She chuckles. "We would need to charm ourselves some warm clothes."

But it would be good to get an idea of the neighborhood.

"I seem to recall you like it when I help you play dress-up." Loki teased, as he could easily handle that.

She nods and laughs.

"As long as you don't opt for a ballgown, I don't think it would be the most comfortable for London in winter."

"No ballgowns. It would hardly suit the occasion." He was already pondering outfits based on what he knew of the climate. And other questions... "Would...you want Eric for the date?" Because if he was going to live in London, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to start establishing his presence now. But he also had already lived in secret for 4 years, and found it wasn't something he was eager to return to.

She tugs him towards her and kisses his cheek.

"Only if you would be more comfortable as Eric. I person prefer Loki, but Eric is pretty nice. And when you aren't in your armor and horns you don't look quite as noticeable."

Loki gave a slow blink, and smiled at her. Affectionately and grateful. "Perhaps I'll start work on 'retiring' Eric then, while on this trip. It won't be too hard."

She is far more prepared now for any sort of danger or threat that may come with being with Loki.

"And you could always do something easy, like slightly change your hair or something to blend in even more if you wanted."

"Perhaps this trip can be a 'trial run' in a way." Bringing their joined fingers up and nuzzling her hand. "You know you amaze me, yes?"

"Why's that?" She savors the little affection.

"...Many ways, my Sweetling. Not least of which that you've gifted me your love and acceptance." Leaning in to kiss the bridge of her nose, and nuzzle her forehead.

"You accept me right back." But he does have quite a lot more darkness to be accepting of.

"Anyone who has a hard time accepting you, Sweetling, is someone with no taste at the very minimum." Another kiss, then he's leaning in to kiss her mouth softly. Keeping it sweet and short, before moving to continue their walk back to the bungalow.

They should, probably separately, take a quick shower and rinse off, then consider dinner.

There's a hum of love through the link at that little kiss.

"I should rinse off all the salt before we go anywhere."

Loki nodded. "That had been my thinking, although I should likely do a quick rinse as well. Even if I didn't swim as much as you did." Hence his also thinking separate showers.

"And if we ever want to leave, we should probably not shower together." She laughs.

They'd be in there for a very long time together.

"I'm sure we could make the time zone differences work to our advantage." Loki teased, but he agreed. As much as he'd love to shower with her again.

"I'm sure we will make up for it when we get back." They will inevitably make love after dinner, probably more than once.

They were on the path up now, so it wouldn't be much longer. "Sweetling, we're on vacation. We'll absolutely make up for it." Besides, whether they made love or not, they were spending time together. Which is what Loki wanted most--time with her. It was precious--she was precious.

She laughs.

"We've earned this little vacation for sure." They've both been working non-stop since the battle.

The time is really the best bit of this, just being alone together.

"Agreed." Loki murmured, bringing her hand up to kiss her fingers where they were twined. "Go shower, Sweetling. I'll find us a place or two in London for dinner." Before he's reluctantly letting her go, albeit teasingly with a smile and a quick pat on her ass to encourage her.

She gives a little wiggle of her butt as she heads off to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

She does make sure to mentally send him a few teasing images of the water running over her skin.

His laughter followed her, and every image sent back was returned with a deliberate caress of her mind and a promise of Later, Sweetling. Promise.

While she got clean, Loki researched places for them to go to dinner, eventually finding a nice little evening bistro that looked both cozy and elegant. It promised high-class version of working-class foods, so hearty and filling and warm.

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