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drpalmer

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whose_son_am_i

"I would. And it's...." Taking a breath, trying to think of how to explain. "You're making me bleed. Because you're hurt, and you blame yourself, and you're not angry with me for not being able to save you, and just so. damn. kind."

Love is a dagger indeed...

From:

drpalmer

She stands to hug him, wrapping her arms tight around him.

"I don't want to make you bleed." She's a healer after all. She projects her calm, her patience.

From:

whose_son_am_i

If Loki wasn't confused before, he sure is now. It takes a moment, before he's wrapping his arms around her too. Sighing, he rested his head against hers. "I am...calmer. Thor has made his position very clear, as has Lady Sif, and both have...actually tried to help me. It is not just me who is upset you were taken."

Then he's tilting her head up again, gently and carefully. "Go soak, Christine. You need to rest still. I'll be here."

Loki couldn't promise he might not have a tantrum later, but he'd try to do so away from her.

From:

drpalmer

"I am... honestly, very honored and flattered that so many people are upset."

She's brushing her fingers through his hair and caressing his cheek.

"Soak with me. Your tub is big and I don't want to be alone."

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whose_son_am_i

"You're worth it." Leaning into her touch, eyes closed because he's still trying to sort out the tangled knot inside him. Now that he thinks he's found an 'end' piece to start unraveling it from.

So he nods, and lets her lead the way. Setting the water running, before turning to her. "Think of somewhere that makes you happy and you feel rested. Somewhere you've always wanted to go. Picture it in your mind."

From:

drpalmer

She takes his hand to lead him to the bathroom.

She nods. She imagines a bungalow set over clear blue water, the sun set casting a rainbow of colors over the horizon.

"Ok."

From:

whose_son_am_i

Gently reaching for her forehead, Loki places his hand against her skin. Sharing that image through their link, using it to shape the illusion he casts over the bathroom. "It's...not perfect. But open your eyes."

From:

drpalmer

She opens her eyes to see her imagined world painted around her.

"It is perfect. I didn't paint you in my mind because you're right here."

Yes, she is that sweetly sentimental sometimes.

From:

whose_son_am_i

Loki didn't do sentiment--not really. But he did have a very selective heart--and Christine had her place within it. One of high prominence.

"We'll make the real thing happen sometime, Sweetling. I promise you."

From:

drpalmer

She doesn't hold back her affections because she knows how rarely he's received true affection in his past.

"I could make us a portal right now." A pause, "Probably not literally, I'm tired."

She's carefully undressing so she can get into the tub, there are a few more small bruises from the rough handling she received.

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whose_son_am_i

"I wouldn't let you." Because she was tired. Coming over to help her undress, careful of her bruises. Each one making his rage simmer further under the surface, but he kept it shoved down away from her. Instead each one received gentle kisses. Helping her settle in the tub, before Loki was undressing to and moving to join her.

From:

drpalmer

"I'll speed up the healing after I rest for a bit." She needs to get her energy back up to heal herself with.

She is careful getting in the tub, though she makes a content little sigh when she sinks into the warm water.

And then she's welcoming Loki into the tub with her. She just wants to have him close.

Edited Date: 2021-09-09 03:10 pm (UTC)

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whose_son_am_i

"Take your time, Sweetling. There is nothing urgent awaiting you." He's curling her close, letting her lean on him while he nuzzles her hair. Still trying to put his thoughts and emotions in order. "...I've never let myself be someone else's."

From:

drpalmer

She happily cuddles against him, letting the warmth soothe her aching muscles.

"Has no one been interesting enough?"

From:

whose_son_am_i

"I've never trusted anyone enough to be that close." Loki said quietly, one hand coming up to stroke her hair. "It....amazes me. And scares me. That I trust you so deeply." Pausing, trying to figure out how to put it in words. "It's why you can make me bleed."

From:

drpalmer

It is so nice to hear, she leans into his touch.

She remembers his little metaphor about love, and it clicks as to where his mind is going. Or at least she thinks it does.

"Am I a dagger?"

From:

whose_son_am_i

"I believe you are." Loki's voice was still quiet, thoughtful. It was clear he was struggling with this still. "Or that you've used one on me."

From:

drpalmer

She let's a bit of her love and affection caress his mind, she wants him to know that she understands.

She also doesn't expect him to say it, she never has. While love isn't new for her, one that is this deep is.

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whose_son_am_i

The caress is welcomed, and now...now he projects some of his own emotions back. Confusion and a bit of fear, affection and worry, simmering rage--but not directed at her. Directed towards those who dared harm her, but also mixed with a healthy self-loathing. Because he hadn't been able to protect her. And for her sake, because he knew it would make her unhappy--he would not go after them. (Not directly, anyways.) Letting her past his shield enough to see just how vulnerable he felt, with this state that he knew not how to handle. Caring for someone else, loving them. Not as an extension of himself, but for their own sake.

From:

drpalmer

She hugs him just a little tighter.

I've got you.

She plans to have him for as long as she's able. She mentally reassures him; she's scared too. He could hurt her terribly if he wanted, it goes in both directions.

She presses a little kiss to his chest.

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whose_son_am_i

It's a reminder that for all his years, relatively--he was still young in so many ways too. Kisses are pressed to her hair, soft nuzzles, as he wraps his arms around her possessively. "You are making me soft." It's sad with dry amusement.

From:

drpalmer

"Soft to me, maybe. But you are still fierce."

After watching him fight and seeing that cunning strength in all it's glory, she would never call him soft.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Maybe to you, yes. So long as it's not to others." Nuzzling her, mind wrapping around her as much as it could. "If you really want to go home, you can. But I know I'm not alone in hoping you stay for a few days still."

From:

drpalmer

"Probably wouldn't hurt you to be a tiny bit nicer to people. If you wanted."

She embraces him back, cozy and safe.

"It doesn't feel like home without you."

From:

whose_son_am_i

"I'm not actually mean, on a regular basis." Loki protested. But her words got her a kiss against her hair. "I could come with you. I can work from there as easily as from here, for what I have to do."

But New Asgard, or at least the people in it, had started to regard itself as a home for her too.