whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

She's known, for longer than he has, but hearing him say it, makes her heart pound in her chest.

She's waited so long to actually hear it. She turns to kiss his palm, Christine is all smiles.

"I'm guessing you'll dance with me tonight, huh?"

"I'd planned on it, yes." Loki murmured, stealing one more kiss and holding it. Soft, lovingly and purposefully projecting love this time. Letting her feel it in all the good and bad.

The kiss is slow and full of love, she projects back her happiness, her comfort in being with him. Her joy.

Loki wraps his mind around her own, cradling it (and her) as the precious gift she was. One he cherished. Who knows how long they stayed like that, just savoring each other via lips and soft touches and mental caresses.

But eventually they needed to part, and Loki is careful of his crown as he leaned his forehead against her own. "We should change for the ball, my Sweetling."

She reaches up to playfully touch one of his horns.

"I guess it's very appropriate that I picked an emerald green gown for tonight."

"I wish we had more time before we have to get ready." The smile was full of mischief. "Are we helping each other disrobe?"

"As long as we can keep from ending up in bed, I think so."

She's gotten quite good at helping him out of his armor, and some of it does seem easier with a second set of hands.

"I think we can manage that, my Sweetling." Loki murmured, leaning in for one more kiss. Keeping it quick and soft and sweet. He kept hold of her hand, and lead the way back to the bedroom, and their closet.

Tonight was going to be even more exciting then she had imagined because she is positive Loki didn't mention his gift to anyone.

"Are you wearing horns tonight?" She's already helping him with some of the fastenings to his armor.

It was a very stripped down form of his armor, so it didn't take much work. There are lots of soft touches as he helps her out of her own Asgardian garb. He'd picked out a dark black 3 piece suit, with a deep emerald green shirt. Again there was the gold half-circular tie-clip pinning the black tie.

She smiles at the suit, and takes a moment to kiss his chest over his heart.

Her gown sparkles in green. She had chosen it to finally get her own little cape for an evening.

"So beautiful, vakker Christine..." Murmured and kissing her softly and sweetly.

"My love." She kisses him in return. They look very much the couple and they are a stunning pair.

Once they're dressed, Christine summons the emerald necklace he had made for her that first night they had shared a bed.

"Put this on me?"

Loki nodded, moving to place the necklace on her, and caressing her neck while he did so. Leaning to whisper in her ear, she can probably hear the hybrid smile/smirk. "My Love."

She tilts her head for that little kiss as the cool metal is draped around her neck.

"Yours. Always yours." She knows him enough to be able to imagine the look on his face.

"Are we doing formal introductions like that first time?"

"Surprisingly not, as we've also banned cameras and already issued official statements for any press." Fortunately the ball was being held on the Statesman too, so could be restricted.

"It's just New Asgard then." That seems to please her, it's become her second home and she is well respected and liked.

She turns and gives him a little curtly.

"Your Highness." She offers her hand to be escorted.

"It's meant to be." Loki responded, and then he was bowing in turn as she curstied. "My Lady." Just as serious, but also genuine. Before taking her hand.

Again she really likes the sound of that. Her cheeks turn pink as she grins.

"You look very good." Everything feels a little different, she's not as cautious walking with him, she's not trying to make sure she doesn't seem too interested.

"You always think I look good." Loki teased her with a wink. "But you already know what I think about how you look."

As they moved through the hallways, Loki was still not relaxed. But he was inwardly very pleased she was more relaxed. The Statesman did actually have a general purpose grand hall, where the ball was being held. A small orchestra was set up in a corner, and there was space for both dancing and some tables set out with servants circulating.

She laughs, "better than the alternative."

Christine had accepted that he would likely never really relax in public. They make it into the ballroom, and she doesn't let him go, this is the first time they get to really be 'together' on the Statesmen.

A few people glance at them, but not for very long.

Loki ignores the glances, and the curiosity is again mostly simply because he was notable. Thor and Sif were also their, Sif in a long dress with silver-accents that were almost like armor. Thor had dressed to match in a dark midnight blue suit with black shirt and silver accents. The pair, once they spotted Loki and Christine, were making their way over.

"Brother! Christine!" Thor greeted with a smile.

"Thor, Sif, you both look wonderful."

Sif manages to be elegant while still looking like she could take nearly anyone in a fight.

Sif nods her head. "It is always a pleasure, Christine." She'll take in how both she and Loki look, and raise an eyebrow with a conspiratorial smile. Thor raises one of Christine's hands, bowing over it. "I am over shadowed by you and Sif, my friend. Thank you anyways. How are you? Have you been enjoying yourself?"

Loki still has Christine's hand on his arm, and offers a smile--although it's hard to tell if it's genuine or not.

Thor has taken her left hand and she wonders if he will notice the ring.

"I've been having a wonderful time. I feel very much at home."

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