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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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From:

drpalmer

"Be careful or I might be inclined to think you want to woo me."

And that it is sort of working. The little kiss, the way he takes her arm, it's practically out of a romance novel. But with a man who doesn't do sentiment.

"Do you want to walk a while?

From:

whose_son_am_i

"I'd be fine with walking back entirely, but I worry about you in those shoes." Moving towards the door as they discuss it. "Kanskje jeg gjør det." With a hint of smirk. "You are the best company I've had in some time."

From:

drpalmer

"I can walk a while in these." Not the whole way, but at least some.

"I will assume you're just complimenting me futher in a language I don't understand."

From:

whose_son_am_i

"I could also be telling you all the secrets you want to know about me." Mischief in his eyes, but entirely straight-faced otherwise. "Besides, this is your chance to play tour guide."

From:

drpalmer

"That would be so not fair."

She's close to him, walking in stride with him.

"I was thinking you were looking for a tour of my bedroom."

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Who's to say I didn't already snoop in there? Or that I ever play fairly?" He does not mind the closeness at all. Modulating his stride as needed so that she could walk with him.

From:

drpalmer

"What sort of unfairness are you doing this time?"

The closeness is nice, it's a sweet, affectionate way to move through the city.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Playing the perfect role." Loki replied smoothly, but did reach his hand to hers where it was tucked against his arm. "It's not one I find unenjoyable however." He was well aware of what he was doing.

From:

drpalmer

"I don't want perfect." She weaves her fingers between his.

She wants the authetic Loki, the moody, often dark reality of him.

From:

whose_son_am_i

His head tilted to regard her curiously. But he said nothing, just let his thumb brush her skin softly. Content to simply walk with her, and he had no fear of the night. Or the city at night.

From:

drpalmer

She finds she's especially calm about walking at night. She would almost dare someone to try to mug them when she's with Loki. She's seen how he can fight.

From:

whose_son_am_i

She actually hasn't--that was training, which was entirely different than a fight. But he had been trained properly as the second prince which included a warrior's training. And then he'd spent a year fighting for himself and surviving on his wits alone. It would take one of the super-heroes to give him a proper challenge.

Besides which, she was still slotted into that category of his in his mind. Which meant his to protect, as well.

From:

drpalmer

So she would probably be absolutely amazed by what he looks like properly fighting.

She's slowing her pace a little as they've made it a few blocks and her feet are getting a bit sore.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Trouble?" Asked softly, moving to stop entirely. He suspected it was her shoes, honestly. While they could be attractive, he also wondered just why humans put themselves through the pain for style.

From:

drpalmer

"They just get sore." She frowns, "these aren't ones I wear very often."

She wonders if they ought to just take a cab the rest of the way.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Would you like me to hail a cab?" Because he would. It wouldn't be any more trouble.

From:

drpalmer

"It might be the best idea. Though I'm willing to risk going barefoot."

She will probably step on glass.

From:

whose_son_am_i

A whim struck him, impulsive--but amusing. "How much further is it? I could carry you."

From:

drpalmer

That makes her laugh, but it's not the worst idea.

"Will you be my noble steed?"

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whose_son_am_i

"I was thinking more that it's the gentlemanly thing to do." A pause. "I'd probably attract more attention as a horse anyway." He was finding he didn't need more attention at the moment, than what he had. "Do you have a preference?"

From:

drpalmer

"I am so up for hopping on your back. And then you get to say I rode you."

And the connotations of that will probably please him. In the city a woman being carried piggyback won't even turn a head.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"If you'd like to ride me, I will happily oblige." That lazy grin was back, smug too. He did enjoy their teasing of each other; and knew exactly what he was implying.

Loki bent slightly, enough to make it easy for her to get her arms around his neck. Once she was secure, it was no trouble at all to pick her up. She was not heavy, and he was also abnormally strong.

"I admit, with your predilection for a love story, I thought you'd prefer to be carried princess style."

From:

drpalmer

She practically hops up onto him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. She can't stop laughing, they must look absolutely ridiculous walking down the street.

"This is way more fun." She can whisper right into his ear.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Is that a challenge, milady?" He can feel her speak as well as hear her, and does not mind at all. Arms keeping her legs secure, Loki goes back to walking. A reasonable pace, but she's kept steady where he's carrying her.