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]

It brings a gasp of his own, hips arching involuntarily against her. Seeking out her mouth for a fierce kiss, hand finding hers and twining their fingers. Wrapping around her as much as he could and shielding her, mentally and physically. I have you Sweetling, let's fall together.

[drpalmer]

She likes to offer him demonstrations of her trust in him, she knows he's so rarely been trusted.

together. it's all it takes before she's falling again.

[whose_son_am_i]

She's so generous with it and it both baffles him and makes him trust and want her more. Together He promises, falling with her over that edge. Wrapping himself around her while his hips spasm against hers, mouth playing over her own and murmuring her name among soft endearments

[drpalmer]

The endearments come from her as well, staying wrapped around him.

Just as she's open with her mind, she likes to verbalize her affections as well.

"Love you." If nothing else, he needs to hear it often.

[whose_son_am_i]

He was already relaxed, and yet she could feel him relax more against her mind. Contented and joyful and I will never tire of hearing that from you. Even if he couldn't return it.

[drpalmer]

you deserve to hear it.

The emotions are always enough for her, just the happiness that comes from him when she whispers that she loves him.

[whose_son_am_i]

She's felt the depths of his emotions several times, both the lighter and darker ones. She's even felt the one hiding under it all that he himself has not realized. Even if he never says the words, she'll know from having felt his emotions.

[drpalmer]

She knows it's there, tucked deep inside him. In some ways it's oddly satisfying to earn an emotion from him that he has yet to recognize.

"I put in leave at work. Told them where I was."

[whose_son_am_i]

Shifting to cuddle her close, still joined in fact, he nuzzled her while she spoke. Soft loving little kisses, although his mouth curled into a sly smile. "I can only imagine their confusion."

[drpalmer]

"Yeah, they were like 'where the avengers were'?" She loves all the little kisses and sweet bits of affection they have when they are alone.

[whose_son_am_i]

That made him chuckle, blue-green eyes sparkling with the amusement. One hand shifted, moving up to brush his fingers in her hair. "And what did you tell them?"

[drpalmer]

"I actually sent a picture of Steve to them. They believed me then." It had been such a ridiculous thing to do, she almost thinks he would appreciate the energy of it.

[whose_son_am_i]

"No doubt Rogers was unaware, although I could imagine him giving his blessing for the sake of proving it." Loki did approve and appreciate, moving to kiss her forehead. "You'll have many stories to tell them when you return, hmm? No doubt they're wondering just HOW you got here and why."

[drpalmer]

She laughs, "I'll just say it was magic."

It wouldn't be a lie afterall.

[whose_son_am_i]

And that was part of why Loki found her company enjoyable and preferable. She was clever and playful and intelligent. "I wonder if they'd even believe the truth." His eyes were sparkling with mischief and an impish grin. "Maybe you should tell them, just to see if they do."

[drpalmer]

"I started hanging around with this god and one thing led to another. Now I'm a sorcerer."

She laughs, "I'm not sure I wouldn't be handed the number of a therapist."

For all humans have seen now, they still had a tendency to not want to believe it.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Fair point. And a talented sorceress you are." Smiling against her forehead, with another little kiss.

[drpalmer]

"It's all your fault." She strokes his cheek. "Realizing I have secret skills."

[whose_son_am_i]

"For once this is blame I will happily accept." Leaning into her touch, moving to kiss her palm.

So long as they could stay together and keep touching each other, he was contented enough. It was a rare feeling.

[drpalmer]

They've earned this little break, a bit of peace and downtime to cuddle and be affectionate.

"I keep trying to remember my dream from the other day, it feels significant."

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki hmm'd to himself in thought for a few moments. "I could try and help you remember, but I don't know that it will work. Dreams are tricky things, and if this is the one you're talking about from our time in Urðarbrunnr, then it may well be the kind of thing we're not meant to remember except as needed."

[drpalmer]

"I was actually going to ask, since you can see my memories, maybe it's hidden there."

It's probably dangerous, but she has let him into her memories before, and now she trusts him even more to be careful.

[whose_son_am_i]

"This is...not something I would do without giving it more thought, Christine. But if you ask me, I'll do it." Making sure she knew the gravity of the request. "Dreams already are wispy memories at best."

If it were a normal dream, it would still be tricky but he'd do it without hesitation. But if this was the dream she'd had when all 3 of them had sought the Norns... Then likely there was wyrd magic involved, and the danger level went higher.

[drpalmer]

"I know it's a big thing to ask you. And I'm only doing so because I trust you completely."

She brushes her nose to his. To let him in so much is both dangerous and reckless and she can practically hear Stephen saying as much.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki nods, and kisses her quickly. Moving to lean his forehead against hers, one hand coming up to hold her cheek. Focusing his magic carefully as she drew him past her shields. Going back through the memories of the past few days--things she'd seen in the battle, overheard but was unconscious while at Nidavellir. (Thor had almost perished, holding open the forge so that his weapon could be finished.) Their own portal-journey from Niflheim, their battle with the trolls and the test. Reliving how cold it had been and the emotions through that fraught encounter.

To that night as they'd wandered the woods and finally made camp. There they were, cuddled in front of the fire. He trying to keep her warm as he could---but all that came when he sought for the memory were images of the stars. All the stars, in strange configurations, as if the trees hadn't blocked their view.