Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[whose_son_am_i]

Loki handed her another dagger; after this she had 9 more to try before they would retrieve them and try again. "Just keep at it, Christine. There is a bit of practice to figuring out what works best for you."

[drpalmer]

It takes another two before one sticks solidly in the target. It does take a bit of work to feel how to throw them. And her actual dagger is going to feel different still.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Good. Now we're going to keep doing this until you get it consistently in the target every time." Loki let one half of his mouth quirk up in a smile. "Exciting, isn't it?" By which he meant it wasn't, but that was alright. At least as long as it was with her.

[drpalmer]

"It feels pretty cool. Even if it's not exciting."

It's pretty fun to train with him. She goes to retrieve the knives and to throw them again, working on her consistancy.

[whose_son_am_i]

He made occasional corrections, or reminders, but otherwise Loki just supervised. Content to be in her company, and working out the details of his plan for some applied chaos. For a good cause.

I'll have to see about getting you a set of throwing knives. Some of your modern midgard designs are....interesting. Ideally you should never be without a weapon, which is why you have the bracelet to go with your dagger.

[drpalmer]

On one thow she shifts her fingers at the wrong moment and knicks her finger with the blade. Small cuts are inevitable with this sort of training.

She quickly checks her finger to see the damage.

[whose_son_am_i]

He's coming over too, moving to hold her hand gently so he can examine the wound too. "Perhaps I should've given you full gloves, instead of kept most of your hand and fingers free." But he'd wanted her to have the extra dexterity first, so she could get used to it.

[drpalmer]

"No it's ok." She wipes away the blood on the hem of her shirt.

watch.

She closes her eyes to focus and there is a shimmer of energy that grows at her finger, sealing the wound shut.

It's small enough for pure energy healing.

[whose_son_am_i]

That had his brows shooting up in surprise. Looking at her with wonder for a moment, before he smiled at her. Genuine, and soft. "You do realize that uses up energy that comes from the caster, right?"

I hope you don't use your own energy all the time. You're strong, My Sweetling, but still only human and just learning.

[drpalmer]

"It's small, it doesn't take very much."

If it had been larger she would have used an bandage with a spell on it to increase cell turnover. It's a slower but much less demanding process.

I only use raw energy for very small wounds, promise.

She does grin at him, always thrilled to surprise him.

[whose_son_am_i]

It is a very sweet moment, which is probably why it was interrupted. The footsteps were audible before anything else. And while Loki wasn't so lost in his own little world with Christine as to be unaware, it still caught him a bit by surprise. A dagger was in his free hand in a second, and he was turning, in a ready position to throw.

Sif raised both brows, and held up her hands. "Peace, Trickster. I...didn't expect you here." She looked amused and surprised herself.

[drpalmer]

Christine had been just about to steal a kiss when he turns on his heel with a dagger out.

Well, that's one way for Sif to find out what's going on between Christine and Loki.

"Hi Sif." Christine gives a sheepish little wave.

[whose_son_am_i]

Sif had her suspicions, as there had been an occasional rumor--besides simply that the two were staying with each other. Or how Christine had lit up upon seeing him when they'd arrived in New York. "Friend Christine..." She started, voice quieter as she approached.

Once Loki lowered the dagger that is, which he did. Studying Sif carefully, keeping his thoughts to himself.

"Are you...happy and certain?" Because the lady had been involved with Loki before, and it had gone badly. But there were signs the other was changing. Further, Christine was a grown woman and intelligent in her own right--and Sif had already warned her enough.

[drpalmer]

Naturally it raised eyebrows that Loki would not only be invited to but would stay at Christine's apartment.

Christine nods, "I am both."

The doctor does appreciate the concern, it's actually quite nice to have people worried. Granted everyone is convinced that Loki is going to break her heart; and he very well might.

You should probably tell her that you do actually like me.

[whose_son_am_i]

Must I? There is such a plaintive *whine* in the mental voice. Loki vanished his dagger, and sighed. Debating with himself, before motioning Sif closer still.

Now the warrior was intrigued. Still worried for her friend, but she'd done all it was reasonable to do. "I am glad." Except for one thing, Sif could do. Jabbing a finger at Loki's chest, she made sure he met her eyes. "Break her heart, and I'll cut out yours."

Loki simply looked amused. "Didn't we have this conversation or a similar one back when I helped Thor escape with Jane Foster? Is there to be a line, again, for those who want to kill me?"

[drpalmer]

please? her reply is just as sad. She wants Sif to know that she's not entirely mental on this.

"If he hurts me he's going to genuinely have a line up. Likely including the Sorcerer Supreme."

Since she's been training with Stephen they've grown quite strong as friends.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I will have my place in that line, should it be needed." Sif confirmed, eyes firm on his.

"Lady Sif, I say this to you in all confidence. I will not hurt her."

You are making me soft, Sweetling." There are overtones of a tangle of emotions. He's unhappy to be thought soft, but also sad because he is hurting her--there's a desire to make her happy and keep her happy. It's the same desire that's rooted in his protectiveness.

"You've lied before, Loki. Why is now any different." Sif crossed her arms. "I trust my friend, Christine--I do not trust you."

"...you're right. I have lied, and will likely lie again. But...I am not lying, when I say Christine is mine to protect, and mine to care for." Then far more softly, and somewhat grit out. "I've pledged it on my mother's name."

That had Sif's brows raising up in surprise. Loki was a talented liar, and often seemed genuine when he was anything but. This was...new.

[drpalmer]

You're not soft. She reassures him. He can care about someone without being weak because of it.

Christine brushes her mind to his, thankful and gentle, making sure he knows that she is here and supportive.

[whose_son_am_i]

Sif stared at him, studying him--and studying them. Before she nodded. "I hope you're being genuine, this time, Loki. You've much to atone for, however. But that can wait another time." She looked over Christine's garb, and weapons. "Teaching you to throw daggers?"

Loki nodded, and stepped slightly back to let Christine speak for herself.

[drpalmer]

Christine brushes her hand against his as she moves.

"Yeah, I like the idea of keeping anyone that wants to hurt me at a distance." Christine smiles as she makes a little space and throws one of the daggers which sticks neatly out of the target.

"That and the magic I'm learning makes me a bit less fragile."

[whose_son_am_i]

"You have a good teacher for it, then." Sif said, politely not noticing the affection. "I also recall him mentioning that you might be looking for armor? Would you be looking for more modern that you might find on Midgard, or should Brunhilde and I be looking elsewhere?"

"You both probably have already thought of this, but I would suggest keeping the armoring light and flexible as much as possible. She will be doing her best to stay away from direct fighting except as needed in an emergency. And she will not be alone, if I have any choice in matters."

"I'll hold you to that, Loki." Sif said with a hint of satisfied smile.

[drpalmer]

"Loki knows his way around a dagger." She nods.

"Something in between, I very much like the look of what you wear but it may be too bulky for spell casting." Christine quickly casts a deep red shield in her hand.

"I have been studying quite a lot"

[whose_son_am_i]

The shield did bring a smile, and an approving nod. "Well, while you're visiting again if you wish a practice partner, I would be honored and welcome the chance to aid you." A moment as her head tilted, and she moved to look Christine over from a different angle.

"I can make suggestions, but your best help in finding armor to your liking likely is your current teacher. None of the warriors I ever trained with used magic." Sif knew Loki was capable in a fight, even if he was not a warrior like the rest of them.

"I came to see if you wanted that offer now, but since you're already occupied, it might wait."

"Actually, Sif, it's good you came. I have a plan, where having you and Christine involved would be most helpful." Loki said, still not relaxing fully. "I was hoping if I gave you some names, you and she might go and be certain the people I've identified are quite aware that there will be punishment for inciting violence in our current situation? Not to mention, just persuading them it is a bad idea?"

[drpalmer]

"I'll be selective, or else I'll end up with my own horns." It's both a joke for Sif and a little inside joke for Loki.

"I do trust he will help me find the best armor for casting, he seems to want me in one piece." There is a tiny smile given to Loki.

"You know I want to help."

[whose_son_am_i]

"He was trained as a prince should be, even if not as prominent as Thor." Sif confirmed, with a nod to Loki. "You're thinking perhaps of what my friends call 'good cop, bad cop'?"

"Similar enough in concept, though I was thinking more reminding them of the carrot and stick." Loki confirmed, with a grin. "Hopefully it will only take a carrot..."

That made Sif grin. "And you're asking me to spend time with my friend. You're slipping, Trickster--this isn't nearly devious enough for you."

"I figured I'd save the devious stuff for myself. My hands are already dirty, after all." Loki said it with a grin and little mocking bow.