Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

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[whose_son_am_i]

Her hand is bowed over, with slightly more grace than Thor had managed, but that was just a difference between the two. "Technically it would be 'your majesty' or 'your highness', my Lady." He could do teasing sarcasm too.

[drpalmer]

"Wouldn't Majesty be reserved for the reigning monarch?" She does love to challenge the man.

Not that she has plans to curtsy to Thor either. She's not Asgardian, so it's probably fine.

[whose_son_am_i]

"If you want to split hairs..." He enjoys that she does. It's part of why he likes her company--she was intelligent. If she were going to curtsy, she'd already have done it. Neither brother would require it of her except the most formal of occasions--where she'd probably be coached before hand.

Brushing his thumb over her palm, before he shapeshifted again. This time, his look was more casual overall, while still regal and very much his style. "I take it you were thinking of something like this?

[drpalmer]

"I wouldn't want to go using the wrong title." There is the thought that she might have to go though all of the formality at some point but she's not concerned about it.

"Oh, I like this one. Shows off your hair."

[whose_son_am_i]

"I doubt Thor will care, from you. Others might, depending on the protocol. But that's part of what we're still figuring out." Now her hand was brought up for a kiss.

[drpalmer]

"If it's a fancy enough event I'll figure out how to be proper." She stands to move closer.

They look like a couple, especially in the complimentary outfits.

"I need some sort of distinctive headwear. I'll find a hat." She laughs.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki reached up to cup her face again gently. "Not everyone regards me favorably. You will be judged for being acquainted with me... Are you certain you're alright with that?" Softly, blue-green eyes serious. "It will also make you a target, for those who might hold a grudge against me."

[drpalmer]

"I am. Besides, you don't do sentiment anyway." So he might not stay around for very long anyway.

"I had better work on my shields and fighting then, right?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"I do have a very selective heart." Loki agreed. Thumbs brushing her cheek, before moving up to stroke her hair. Invoking more than just illusion now, but full magic to create something. It was delicate, formed of wrapped wire and curving softly. No horns, but still would show whom she was with.

[drpalmer]

"Did you make me a little tiara?" She is flattered.

"You're going to make me think you like me, you know?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"Haven't you figured out I'm a liar yet?" With a little smirk, but there's...something more there. It was a very good thing that Loki had strong shields and a strong will. "You're worth treating well, Sweetling."

[drpalmer]

She has a sense that he does have a level of fondness for her besides just on the sexual level.

"So long as you continue to let me use that enormous tub I won't mind the lies."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Noted." Loki murmured, letting the illusion over himself vanish. Fingers tangling in her hair, around the tiara too. Leaning down to kiss her again. Deep, wanting, trying to tell her without words the complicated emotions he was feeling.

[drpalmer]

Her mind lightly brushes his as he kisses her, her body pressing solidly against him.

Despite how quickly they've moved, Christine has no doubts that there is something here. Something different that she needs to explore fully. She brushes her fingers against his cheek as her lips move against his.

[whose_son_am_i]

He was ready to curse that there was work to do, instead of just dragging her back to that enormous tub and loving her. He leans into her touch, changing the angle of the kiss to be more full. Accepting the brush of her mind, reaching out himself to hold hers. A different sensation than when he'd lain the shield over her own--this was pure 'touch'.

Did it matter how long they kissed? Probably not.

[drpalmer]

She tastes him, her tongue dancing with his. They could just stand here and kiss until that knock comes on the door that his work has arrived.

Until then it's just kissing and mental caresses.

[whose_son_am_i]

Which is exactly what they do, sharing brushes of their minds and tasting each other. There is a knock, and Loki pulls away, muttering a soft curse in a language she doesn't understand. A brief visual check, eyes skimming over her. ...she looked thoroughly kissed...

"A moment." He called, turning his head so he wasn't seeming to shout at her. Loki also didn't bother to hide the irritation he felt.

[drpalmer]

It really shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone that Christine has been kissed pretty heavily. They are sharing a room after all.

Her lips are swollen and she takes a little step away from him so he can answer the door.

[whose_son_am_i]

Surprise or not, there is decorum to these things--and Loki doesn't want her embarrassed. Or to be embarrassed himself. She's not allowed to step too far, as Loki smooths her hair down carefully. A shimmer of magic over himself, and he looks put-together once more. Squeezing her hand, before also taking another step, and another. Before he moves over, unlocking the door via the control panel. It opens with a swiff of sound, revealing a boy who looked to be in his late teens with a stack of documents.

"Anything else, my Lord?" The clerk asks. Loki turns to Christine. "I'll be pretty boring for the immediate future." He says aloud, while his mind brushes hers in a caress. You're welcome to stay, Sweetling, or I can see about arranging a distraction for you.

[drpalmer]

She's a bit jealous of how easy it is for him to look completely polished again.

Christine doesn't make any effort to move, letting Loki handle his work.

I'll stay if you don't mind. The sofa is comfortable.

She doesn't mind just flopping on the sofa and reading one of his history books.

[whose_son_am_i]

You should also let your work know where you'll be, if you haven't already. Loki reminded her, still brushing her mind softly.

"Is it to be a formal dinner tonight?" He asked the page. "No my Lord. His Majesty has arranged that for tomorrow, with as full compliments as we can give to our visitors." It only made sense--they'd need time to put together something that might qualify as a 'formal dinner' with their limited resources. It also told Loki when he'd need to coach Christine on protocol.

Tonight would, if there was any gathering, likely be informal. Thor, Heimdall, Brunhild...he'd be expected with Christine of course. Banner had left months ago or he'd have been included.

"That will be all." Loki confirmed; the page gave a brief bow, before heading off to other duties. For safety, Loki re-locked the door, stack of documents in one hand. "I just don't want you to be bored."

[drpalmer]

I'll message them.

She's got her phone set near his bed so she gets it to send a message taking the week off.

She's happy to hear that she has an extra evening to prepare for a formal dinner.

"I'll be fine, I started reading one of your history books already." And there is no promise she won't take a little nap, it's been a long, stressful day.

[whose_son_am_i]

There is the equivalent of a mini-bar with drinks both alcoholic and not in the sitting room as well. "I figured I should start learning more about our new home." Coming over to her, Loki reached out to take her hand. Squeezing softly, before bringing it up to his lips. "Vær velkommen på rommene mine." She might be able to recognize a word in that, maybe two.

[drpalmer]

"Get to work, my Prince." She presses a kiss to his cheek before turning to go read in the bedroom.

She likes his rooms, they feel cozy enough for her to be able to relax.

[whose_son_am_i]

That brings a small chuckle, but he heads over to the desk anyways. It's quiet, companionable, and hopefully he won't disturb her as he does pace occasionally while thinking things over.

She is welcome to nap on the bed, as its easily large enough for two. The coverings are soft, with a myriad of pillows. The equivalent to a window shade was drawn, and the lights could be adjusted to a soft glow. If she needed anything, she was welcome to either rummage for it, or simple ask him.