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"I am glad you're one of the exceptions." Loki murmured, with one more soft and quick kiss, before pulling back entirely. "Now eat. And think if there is anything specific you want to see, besides my own rooms."

She nods and finishes her pastry before choosing something else to try. The food isn't anything strange or unusual.

Some of the spices and herbs might taste slightly different, but Asgard did share much of the same animals Earth did. It had a few that Earth didn't, as well. She would likely see the real differences come lunch and dinner.

Loki finished his own pastry, then picked up the book he'd been reading. Just being company and around her.

There is casual touch while she eats, her leg stays pressed against his, just a little contact as a reminder that they're together.

"What's the book about?"

He hadn't moved from how close they'd sat together, as he tried to give her some privacy to eat. There was water and juice, and then he had a goblet of wine himself. "An old history of the nine-realms and their formation." Loki was researching, looking for more information about a very specific topic if he could.

She's tried some of the juice, and sipped the water.

"What language is it in?" She can imagine the library here has a range of languages from across the realms.

Loki turned the book around for her. Runes, many of which she's probably seen on Midgard in Scandinavia. "Ancient Asgardian."

She leans in to look at the runic text.

"I've seen some of these before." She's not especially familiar with their names or anything. "Guess they came from here."

"To Midgard yes, but originally they came from Odin to us. That is, the Norns use them to carve the fate of men and gods alike on Yggdrasil's trunk at the well of Urd. Odin hung on a branch of Yggdrasil, gazing into the fathoms below where Urðarbrunnr was located, impaled on his own spear for nine days and nine nights." Loki paused, being sure she was following. "There are many older books in the library still, that use a language that is not quite runes, but look to be similar if pale imitations."

"That sounds like a lot." She nods, "the impaling and all. Are the Norns your gods?"

Do gods have their own gods?

"Are there books here to help me with my magic?" If what she has is so rare on Earth, maybe Adgard would have more about it.

"Odin was known to be relentless in his pursuits. Especially when younger." Loki replied dryly. "The Norns are the weavers of everything that goes on within the Nine Realms. Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld. They live, supposedly, in a great hall near Urðarbrunnr at the roots of Yggsdrasil."

As to her second question. "There might be, although I'd have to go looking now. Regardless of how rare chaos magic is, the basic principles of how to control and wield magic will be the same."

"So they control fate?" That seems like something she doesn't appreciate, the idea that her fate is out of her own control and in the hands of someone else.

"Is it really that rare? Between you and Stephen, I have very good teachers. Even if only one of you could kill me if you needed to."

"The debate about Fate and Free Will is older than many suspect, Christine." Loki said with a teasing grin. "The Norns are weavers, and things are ever in motion. They are wyrd, and wield wyrd magic. They are OF wyrd magic so to speak."

"The truth is Sweetling I do not know. The only time I've heard or seen magic like this involved an infinity stone in the form of the Aether." Reaching out to touch her face, with a soft smile. "I hope to not have to do that. I'm rather fond of you."

"Yes, I would imagine it is." Which makes a lot of sense really.

She leans into that touch, having finished her breakfast. "I'm grateful that you would though, as much as I'd prefer living. If I can't control it, I don't want to be a danger."

It's good that she's been bound, and she's going to learn with two powerful magic users who are likely able to protect themselves better than most others.

Thumb stroking her cheek, that same soft smile remained--but also looked grateful. "I would not mind you being dangerous in the right ways. You're stepping into a perilous world already."

There's a little smile.

"When I learn to control this magic, I won't need nearly as much protection, will I?"

She will be dangerous herself, and perfectly capable of handling most threats on her own, and after the past few days, she very much appreciates the idea of handling herself.

"You will, although if you wanted to learn to be dangerous in more mundane ways, that can be arranged too." Loki replied encouragingly. "Ready for your tour? I would dress warmly, as some areas we'll be touring are open to the air."

"Might want some basics." She should at least learn a bit of physical defense as well. "I'll go get a cloak, and some warmer shoes."

She leaves his side after another quick kiss. She has a cloak laid out that is lined in a fine fur and she imagines it will keep her nice and warm outside. In the clothes, she looks a bit like she fits in with the Asgardians at least a little.

She does indeed, more than she'd suspect although she'd see soon enough. "So, besides the library and my rooms, what else did you want to see in the Palace?" Loki closed the book and it vanished from his hand in a shimmer of green.

Moving with her, offering his arm and halting by the entry-way and bell-pull.

"Whatever your favorite places were. Where did you go, besides the library, to be alone as a child."

She wants the chance to learn about him as much as about the palace and Asgard. This may be the only chance she gets to see what his life is usually like when he isn't visiting her on Earth.

She has no way of knowing, but if they are to be lovers, she will come to Asgard again.

Her response brings a sincere smile, and he leans in to kiss her cheek. "I'll see what I can do, Christine." Pulling the bell-pull, knowing Ylfa would know what to do while they were gone. "Let's start with a general tour, and I'll point out some of my favorite spots."

So off on the tour they went. She would see the main throne room, the main banquet hall, the training courtyard...standard areas of the Palace. Much time was spent in the library, as it was floor to ceiling books with ladders to reach the heights that moved along rails. Comfy chairs and more candle-lamps and torches, and even a balcony area for outdoor reading with an overlook of another courtyard.

Everything is beautiful but the library is spectacular.

She's wandering around it wide eyed.

"You spent a lot of time in here, didn't you?" She would do exactly the same.

"I did when I could." Loki had moved to take a seat, just watching her as she moved and appreciated the space. "When I was younger, it was one of my favorite places to be with my mother."

"I would have been in here all the time." She traces her fingers over some of the spines of the books before picking one and opening it to see what the inside looks like.

"Oh I was quite active as a child too, in addition to getting the same schooling as my brother. We were raised as princes should be." Loki had a fond smile as he watched her. The book she'd picked had more runes, and lavish illustrations that almost seemed to move. Some skimming of it would give her the idea it was another history book.

"But for a quiet place to sneak away to." This would be it.

The way the illustrations seem to move looks like magic and as she turns the pages she feels almost a humming in her fingertips.

"Is it magic? Is that what I'm feeling?"

That made Loki chuckle. "Yes and no. Science and Magic are one and the same here, so it is magic in the way you mean. But also simply the way the illustrations were painted."

"It makes my fingers buzz. Tiny bees in my fingertips."

She wonders if this is something that comes with magic, a new sense to tell where magic is.

"Even with the binding, I suspect you'll be incredibly sensitive to it for a few days still. Learning to use a new sense."

"You have magic, will I be able to feel you?"

She slips the book back into it's spot.

That brought a laugh and teasing grin. "Did you feel anything earlier?" With an eyebrow raise. Loki was heavily shielded.

"No. Bit I also didn't think to look."

She moves to sit next to him, a hand reaching out to touch him, to see if her new sense can pick up on the magic in him.

Loki let her move to touch, bringing his hands to join hers. Blue-green eyes held laughter and amusement, and that teasing grin remained. She wouldn't sense anything--again, he was heavily shielded.

She looks like she's in heavy concentration, trying to figure out if she can tune her sense to him.

She frowns.

"I can't feel anything from you."

"That's because I'm shielded, Christine." Loki responded with a hint of laugh. Then, where his hand held hers, he let mage energy come forward. Deep greenish-yellow, she'd be able to feel projection.

It makes sense that he would be well shielded, he's had centuries of practice.

She sees the glow and feels it at the same time. A tiny 'oh' escapes her lips. It's not like the faint buzz, it's more like a wave of warmth that spreads from her hand upwards.

"It feels really pleasant."

"It's because it's active, rather than passive." Loki said as his grin morphed into a smile. Reaching up his other hand to brush her cheek again. "You'll learn, Christine."

"I don't know, maybe it's just because it's you." She moves to be able to kiss him. That warm sensation still lingers a bit even though he isn't actively projecting anymore.

"Sentiment Christine..." Loki murmured against her mouth, letting that mage energy fade. "If anything, I should be cold. I'm a frost giant." Spoken in between soft kisses and little nuzzles.

"If I'm your lover, you'll need to allow me a bit of sentiment." It's unavoidable for Christine to be fond and caring. She will have some sentiment.

She isn't sure what a frost giant is.

"You're not that tall." She teases.

"You're right. I'm a runt and was apparently abandoned and left to die, from what Odin said." Loki leaned his forehead against hers, eyes closed. Close, so he could speak, but no longer between kisses. "I'm the biological son of Laufey, the deceased king of the Jotun."

She would have a LOT to learn about why that was all significant. The Frost Giants were one of the most ancient enemies of the Asgardians, besides the dark elves. Loki's voice as he spoke was carefully neutral.

Well, that got more involved then she expected.

She moves both hands to cradle his face.

"So you were adopted by Odin?" She tries to stay just as neutral, she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Leaning into her touch, one hand moving to cover hers. "I am. I...did not find out in a good way." Still carefully neutral. Before she could respond though, he was leaning in to kiss her softly.

There is a tenderness in her kiss, as if she is apologizing for the hurt he's been through. It is the easiest way to express such sentiment without being chastised for it.

It had also been the easiest way to end the discussion. Or at least that trail of it. He'd given her a very gentle chastisement, as he didn't really do sentiment. Loki couldn't stop her from being sentimental though.

The kiss goes on longer than he'd meant, soft emotions in it that he usually did not express well.

He had brought it up, it was obviously important enough for Christine to know about.

When she pulls away, she's mischievous.

"Being the prince, no one would question you if we just went at it in the library."

Loki chuckled softly, nuzzling her nose. "You're quite correct. Except that I wanted us to start in a proper bed. I plan to savor it, Christine--and I will ensure you will too."

"That could be interpreted as sentimental." She teases, but she also wants to savor her first time with him.

You never get a second first time with someone.

"It could also simply be practical." Loki pointed out, accepting the teasing. "I'm a hedonist, if you haven't figured it out yet. Besides" Pausing, sly smile coming to his face. "I thought you wanted to see my rooms?"

"You're a hedonist, but you've also been very respectful of my limits, even when you could have seduced me weeks ago." So as hedonistic as he is, there's a bit of a sign that he does care about her.

"And I do want to see your rooms."

"I have been enjoying the dance Christine." Before he leaned in to kiss her again, still soft and gentle. Light kisses, with only hints of deeper fire.

She has also enjoyed the dance, all the flirting finally leading up to them ending up in Asgard together to finally adjust their friendship parameters.

She has her own heat in the kiss and the way her fingers run through his hair.

She also must've noticed by now that he leaned into her touch when it was given. Not quite affection-starved, but also very selective in how he received it or gave it. Where his hand curled around hers from when she cupped his face, he moved them. Breaking the kiss only to turn and kiss her palm. "Were you finished with the library? Anywhere else?"

They lean into one another, they both appreciate the affections.

"I'll want to come back soon, you'll have to show me some books that I can read."

"Any servant can help and guide you here until you learn the way, if I'm not available. You're a guest, Christine, and this room will be open to you." Truthfully most places would be open to her within the palace. Anywhere she was not to go likely would have guards.

"Thank you." She likes the feel of the palace, to be in this whole different world.

"Where to next?"

"Wherever you'd like. We can go outside if you feel up to it as well." Another kiss to her palm where their hands joined. "Again, you're a guest."

"I did wear this lovely fur." She takes his hand and weaves their fingers.

"Where is the best view?"

Loki hmm'd to himself, before knowing what HE considered the best view. "It's a walk." He warned her, although they wouldn't be leaving the palace quite yet to get there.

She nods. "Yes, okay. If I end up too tired I'll ride you back."

That just made him snort. "If you want a horse, it seems easier to use the stables." Teasing her, but getting to his feet anyways. Keeping their hands joined as he lead the way out of the library and into the halls.

"That doesn't sound as fun. I'm sure you make a very beautiful horse."

She's happy to continue holding his hand while they walk.

Loki's smile was amused, and he deliberately leaned in to her ear while they walked. "Christine, if you're to ride me, I have a better way you could do so." Teasing her, especially since it was a quick comment and then he was pulling away enough they could walk easily.

Through hallways, up an occasional staircase, before heading almost in the same direction as the throne-room from before. Leading her to what seemed at first to be a small room set in a column, with a gate across the front of it--of all things, it was an elevator. In the same style as everything else, with a panel, golden lines of magic and technology fused.

"Is that the case?" They're so flirtatious and now everything is just a little bit dirty.

The walk is long but Christine has good stamina from running around a hospital all the time. Though she is glad to step into a magical elevator.

There weren't many, but there were a few located around. Also a few sweeping and grand staircases, as they'd already used one to get TO the Throne room. Up they went, several floors passing by that she could see through the grating. When they stopped, she would step out into another hallway, and Loki was leading her down it a short ways to a large circular room when they entered. Lavishly appointed with covered furniture and solid wooden desks and tables. Candle-lamps along the wall at different spaces, and like a few other rooms, it was open to a balcony that extended outward.

Where one could see a full view of Asgard below, almost clearly to Himinbjorg if one followed the bifrost (which from this height truly resembled a moving and shifting rainbow) and a clear view of the Asgardian sky. At night, all the stars would be visible and easily seen.

They were going up a decent way and she can imagine they are high in the palace.

She moves to the windows and the balcony, and she is in awe. He absolutely brought her to the best view.

"The bridge is a rainbow." She nods.

"That is how your myths describe it, Christine." Loki had an amused smile on his face, fond as well. "You weren't really in a state to appreciate it on the trip here. We'll fix that on the way back."

"They got that bit right, yeah." She reaches out to pull him close.

"This really is the best view. What is this room used for?"

Again that soft chuckle, as she doesn't have to pull too hard. Letting his arm wind around her waist, close enough she could use him for support if needed. "Meetings, research and stargazing, occasional lounging." In the center of the room on the inside was a fire place, to help keep it warmer in winter.

"You all have sex up here, I know it."

Especially with that view, and that firepit. The room just screams that it's the sort of place to bring someone to impress them.

"I really hope you don't expect me to dignify that with a response." Still so very amused. "I will come up here to think when I need to do so away from others."

"You reminded me of your hedonism not ten minutes ago." She teases right back. With his age he's sure to have taken more lovers then she has, but neither is a blushing virgin.

"I can see why, especially at night."

"Yes, but I'm still not confirming or denying your suspicions now am I?" Reaching up with one hand to tap her nose. "You asked for the best view. This, in my opinion, is it."

"You're not. Very properly." She drapes her arms around him.

"It is. This might be the most beautiful view I've ever seen."

"I can have dinner sent up here, if you'd rather we not leave just yet." Loki murmured, leaning in to nuzzle her forehead and leave soft kisses.

"Loki." She sighs, her voice is light and happy. All of the trauma of the past few days is forgotten for the time being.

Again that soft chuckle, and she'll feel the smile against her hair. "I do like when you say my name like that." Playful, soft, the hand not around her waist coming up to stroke her hair soothingly. "We could just as easily go to the dinner hall, if you'd want that too." Or to his rooms, but he was having fun teasing her.

"Are you hungry? I haven't even thought to ask."

Two can play at this game. Though eventually one of them (likely Christine) is going to burst.

"Not yet, although we did skip lunch." Loki replied, breath puffing her hair as his mouth was still against her forehead. "I don't recommend you skip dinner, even if our breakfasts are hardy."

"I'm sure we could take dinner just as easily from your rooms as here."

He can likely get whatever food he wants whenever he wants it. What a life he must have had growing up like this.

"Ah, so that's where you want to go next?" There were limits and other restrictions, but many perks as well to having grown up royal. "We should start our way back."

"That is, of course, if you've decided I'm allowed to see your rooms."

She kisses his cheek and takes his hand. She wants to see his rooms, for more than the obvious reasons.

"You've let me in your apartment. It would be only fair." Although he really didn't care about fair most of the time. Leading her away from the balcony and out of the circular room. Down the hall, back down the elevator. The Royal Suites were actually only a floor or two away from the guest rooms where she was staying. There were guest rooms at various locations in the palace, in small clusters, of varying opulence or status.

Which did mean they had some stairs to descend, but eventually they were in the royal wing, two Einherjar standing guard at the entrance to the wing. Taking no mind of them, Loki lead the way down the hall, before moving to open one great bronze door. It was a double door, but only one was needed for them both.

Within would almost qualify as an apartment of his own. The main room was clearly a sitting and meeting room, a fireplace set against one wall. 3 doorways lead from it to other rooms. Along one wall entirely were bookshelves, and a writing desk. A great table with stools around it, as well as comfy couches and chairs in a little indentation in the center. Shades of green and Autumn and Wintry colors were prominent.

The walk isn't too long, and she thinks her own room is relatively close, at least if her memory serves.

The guards are intimidating, but obviously being with Loki gives her access to anywhere he wishes to take her.

Once inside her eyes sweep over the room and she smiles. It is a lot of what she expected.

"And I thought I had a lot of bookcases."

"I have more still in my workroom." Loki said, leaving the door open for now. Another bell pull by it, which he used, and then within a few moments Ylfa was curtseying in the doorway. "Your Highness?"

"We'll be taking dinner up here Ylfa."

"Understood Your Highness." Her eyes flicked to Christine, then back to Loki. "Should I...fetch anything from Milady's rooms?" Loki raised an eyebrow, amused, and turned his attention to Christine. "Want to keep the guest room?"

The bell pulls work so quickly, Ylfa is there in a moment it seems.

Christine looks at Loki with a raised brow of her own.

"Are you suggesting I won't be needing a room?" She wonders if it is odd to hear someone talking to Loki like this, or if it's at least a rarity.

"I am leaving that decision up to you." Loki replied with a smile that gave away nothing. "There is more than room enough here and the couches are quite comfortable."

"I'll accept that somewhat gracious invitation then."

It feels oddly more intimate to imagine sharing a bed for sleeping than for sex.

"If you could bring my things here, please, Ylfa."

"Of course Milady. Your Highness." Ylfa bobbed another curtsey, before heading off on her errands.

Loki moved over to where Christine was, and reached to take her hand, lacing their fingers. "So?"

Christine steps into his space when they are alone again. At this point it's as much gravity as anything.

"You going to show me the rest of your rooms?"

"Maybe I like leaving you guessing and imagining, hmm?" Loki teased gently, one hand coming up to brush her face affectionately. Something else Christine might realize later--much like with Loki himself, she couldn't sense any magic within his rooms.

"Work room or bathing room first, Christine?"

"You're always surprising, don't worry about that." Her head turns to kiss his fingers as they brush her cheek.

"Workroom first." It seems more interesting than a bathroom, though she can bet he has an enormous tub.

Work room it was then, as he lead her to one of the more normal single doors. This time simple wood with gilt etchings in it of various flora and fauna. Inside was almost as large as the main sitting room, with more bookshelves along one and a half walls (and more than just books on them). It was windowless, with no fireplace, but lit by a central chandelier and some wall-candle-lamps. A long sturdy table made up the other wall next to a bookcase, with a comfy chair tucked in. It might surprise her to find Loki had a modern laptop with a mobile charger ready and waiting for him to use. There were also stacks of papers and writing tools. Against one wall was a large tapestry depicting the nine-realms and Yggsdrasil, with the realms nestled in its branches; a map. Besides books, there were a few other esoteric items on the shelves--mostly bowls or some closed pitchers. Along the last wall there was also a large wooden storage trunk, and an apothecary's cabinet.

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The room is as elegant and beautiful as she was expecting.

"The laptop is a surprise, actually. What do you keep as your background? Is it a photo of yourself?"

"You know, I think I'll keep it a secret." With a wry grin. "It's likely we'll do at least some of your magical lessoning in here."

"And I'll figure out how to sneak a photo of myself as your background." She laughs.

Christine moves into the room to touch a few of the books.

What writing there was, was in runes mostly. But she'll find a modern history of Midgard or three among them as well. Some books were entirely blank, as well. Much like himself, none of the books reacted as 'magical' to Christine's new senses.

Loki simply let her look, hands going behind his back and at rest.

She seems content to just browse a moment before she returns to him.

"I like it. I'd want a window, personally, but it's really nice in here."

"The lack of window helps contain any mishaps that might occur. This is also one of the most heavily shielded rooms in the Palace." He'd made it so himself, which was probably why she wasn't picking up any magic.

"That makes sense. It'll be the best place to contain me when I try to control mine."

She trusts him as a teacher.

"It feels like nothing. I know this room must be absolutely full of magic, but I don't feel any of it. Your shields are really good."

"I've worked hard for them to be so." Loki replied, simply stating it as fact. "There are better workrooms as well, and a few more heavily shielded, but I am most comfortable in this one." Reaching for her hand, thumb brushing the skin. "And since I'm to be your primary teacher for now..."

"I trust you." She takes his hand to follow him to whatever room he decides to lead her to.

She knows he is going to do everything he can to train her. While she knows he would kill her if he had to, she's confident it would be an absolute last resort; even for Loki.

It was strange how she could have so much trust in him. He was well known for treachery after all. He had changed--grown in good ways. But it was only recent--the weight of older sins and flaws still bearing down hard.

The room opposite the work room turned out to be the bathing room. It wasn't dissimilar to her own, save the tub was in the center of the room, raised up along the sides then indented into the floor. A long oblong perfect to stretch out in, there were built in seats along shorter side as well. Where hers had brown accents, his had green. Again there was likewise a luxurious shower with glass doors, and that built in seating. Small jars and toiletries could be seen along a shelf within, as well as more along the lip of the tub or at the main counter. In here there was a large latticed window along one wall, with a heavy curtain that could be closed if needed. The view from it showed some of the palace grounds.

Christine is the trusting type, and despite his reputation she sees something genuine in the way he is around her.

She will let go of him to go to one of the little jars to open it and give it a sniff. The corners of her lips turn up, it's the familar smell of his hair, just in it's stronger form.

Wintry and hints of bitter-sweet.

"Inspecting my toiletries?" Loki teased with a smile.

"Yes. Wanted to see what they smell like before you've traveled so far to visit."

She returns to him with a little grin.

More laughter, Loki bringing her hand up to kiss playfully. Though he didn't let go of it either. "All that's left is the bedroom." His head canted to one side in question.

Her heartrate picks up, she is actually a tiny bit nervous. With all the teasing around it, she somehow never expected to actually make it to his bed.

"Show me." The hint of nerves don't stand in the way of her desire though.

"Nervous? I thought this was where you wanted to be?" Loki squeezed their joined hands, before leaning in to kiss by her ear softly. "Relax, Christine. When I seduce you, I'll do it properly." Perhaps a little teasing, but promising her as well.

"Oh, I very much want to be here." But her expectations are high and she suspects his are as well.

"Have you not been seducing me all day?"

"No, actually. Just teasing you." With an impish grin.

"Really? No desire at all to postpone dinner for a while?"

She's halfway tempted to drag the man to his bed.

"That depends on you, Christine." Bringing their joined hands up and nuzzling hers. "If they bring the food and it gets cold because we're occupied, that's not my fault."

"You're telling me with all your magical talents, you can't warm food back up?" She looks very skeptical about it.

Again that soft chuckle, and Loki leaned in to kiss her softly. Sweetly, moving to weave their fingers together. Holding it for several moments, before breaking it and leading her to the last doorway. Ylfa would know what to do...

The room within had its own fireplace, the bed again sumptuously appointed in brown and black and big enough for 3 people at least, tables on each side. There was a proper wardrobe, and near by a wooden humnanoid figure wearing familiar (yet different) armor and a horned helmet. It was a recreation of course but fully functional. Loki had been wearing his original set when he'd fallen from the Bifrost, let go of Gungnir. A dresser was not far from that. There were easy chairs, with room to spread ones legs out. A half-bookcase that also doubled as a table near the chairs. Folded against one of the chairs was another fur blanket that looked easily large enough for 3 to cuddle within.

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Christine is immediately taken by the armor. She never considered how one would store their armor, she moves to the mannequin to touch the leather of his armor.

"I'm going to try on those horns sometime." It's almost a warning, with a mischievous little smile before she returns to him.

Her nerves have subsided, now that she's actually here in his bedroom, she lets her desire come to the surface.

"You could try them on now, if you wanted." Loki replied with an answering smile. "I will warn you, it's heavy."

She looks very excited about the prospect. And she nods.

Of course she wants to try them on, she doesn't often get the chance to wear an elaborate helmet anyway.

"It's my original armor, as opposed to what I wore in New York." Loki said after a pause, striding over to the display and removing the helmet for her. "It became modified and cannibalized and scrapped, on my year throughout the universe, before I ended up in Thanos' service." Offering her the headpiece. "I like the design of that armor too, but it's also less formal than this suit. I can fight in either however."

She takes the helmet when he offers it, it is decently heavy.

"How do you fight in these? The armor looks flexible and easy to move in, but this?" She puts on the helmet, it's big and a bit unruly. "Seems difficult to be quick in."

"You get used to it, although generally when I'm wearing the helmet, I'm often also wearing more actual armor--and sacrifice that little bit of speed for more protection." Loki let himself have the sentimental thought that she was adorable. "This," letting his clothing change in a shimmer of green to what she might recognize from the news, "is easier to move in and fight." Another shimmer of green and his outfit changed while being mostly the same. "This is also easier to fight and move in still."

She probably didn't remember he'd worn a different outfit still when part of the rescue party.

His helmet fits, more or less, she looks ridiculous though.

"It will protect your head." She nods, it does feel quite secure.

She steps close to touch his chest.

"The style is so intricate, it's really beautiful armor though. I'd probably trip myself if I tried to wear a cape though."

"Again, you get used to it. But a cape does add an extra complication." Another shimmer of green and he's back to his more casual clothes, reaching up to hold her hand. "I think you'd do better in a different style of headgear though."

"Oh?" She chuckles, "you think this look is a bit much for me?"

It very much is. If Christine had some sort of helmet it would likely be much more delicate.

"I do, and honestly you do not strike me as the type to run into battle to fight. So it would be a choice as to how heavy you want armor since you're likely to be running in to heal someone, or drag them out of the fray."

"I've never considered armor before this moment." She takes off his horns and offers them back to him.

"I have to learn to not accidentally break reality first."

"True." Taking the helmet back, he replaced it on the mannequin. "But you are about to step into a more dangerous world. As much good as you can do, you will also be far more of a target."

"I know. I noticed the danger while being stabbed."

Her hand instinctively touches her stomach where the crystal had been.

Loki reaches out to put his hand over hers, the other coming to her face. "I am sorry. For what it's worth."

"Don't be." She steps closer. "You came and got me: when I woke up I didn't manage to see much of anything, but I could smell the blood."

She knows what blood smells like, and she smelled the violence that had been involved in her rescue.

Not to mention the pieces of what looked like undead-dark-elves. Troubling enough that Alfyse could raise any of the dead. More troubling that she'd wanted to raise Malekith.

"It would have been easier with the Einherjar too, since I suspect she knew someone would come for you. Strange insisted we be as stealthy as possible however." Brushing his thumb over her cheek, Loki let himself be serious a moment longer. "She's playing some kind of long game, from what I can tell."

Only a moment longer, before there's a smile. "And shush--indulge in the rare sensation of me actually apologizing. And meaning it."

"I think the intention is that I destroy you." Christine had considered what she remembers, and the little bit she has heard about the chaos magic she has.

"Right, let me let the sensation wash over me."

Hmmm. That could still happen, though Loki saw no need to mention it right then. Better to focus on other things; he had faith Christine would learn control. He knew her determination, and his own willingness to be as difficult a teacher as needed.

"It is such a rare one. You should savor it." Teasing, still with that smile while his thumb brushed her cheek. Letting her indulge, before his other arm was sliding around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her softly. Not quite questioning, but testing--was she still alright with this?

If there is one thing Christine has always loved it's learning. So she has a lot of hope that she will be able to learn to control the magic.

She kisses back, a bit of eagerness coming out. She is very okay with this.

That is very reassuring, so Loki pulls her closer. Hand brushing her cheek sliding around and up into her hair now. Letting more fire out, being certain she knew he was interested and wanted this. Only pulling away to speak briefly. "Then we are definitely waiting on dinner?"

That bit of fire is returned, she is just as interested. Her hands trail along his chest.

"I think that's for the best." She doesn't want to wait any longer to let that desire out.

His head tilted slightly, and Loki struck like a snake almost. Kissing her again, tasting her, making his intentions clear. Twining his fingers in her hair to keep her there while plundering her mouth, and his other hand winding dangerously low on her hip to keep her body against his.

His response is so quick it catches her off guard. It's such a quick change to unbridled desire that it makes her head swim.

It's only a minute before her fingers are trying to work on his top.

The leather jerkin he wore over his regular shirt, like so many of his clothing, seemed to have that asymmetrical and zig-zag motif. In this case, the buttons and loops went up along his shoulder, then down his side. Not the most impossible to get off, and the leather was soft under her touch, but she might have trouble convincing him to move his arms from around her at first.

Instead Loki is focusing on the sensations of her, and kissing her, and how her hair feels, and her body against his. Using the hand twined in her hair to direct her somewhat, only when she had been thoroughly kissed did he move. Across her jaw, down along her neck, up by her ear. Leaving definite marks as he explored skin.

Unfortunately the leather isn't fastened in a way that is typical, she will have to wait a moment to figure out the best way to get him undressed.

Her head tilts and she sighs when his lips touch the skin of her neck. He's not playing anymore, and neither is she, the dance is over and they are admiting to their desire.

"Loki" if he enjoys the way his name sounds on her lips, he will likely enjoy it more when it's a gasping little moan.

He very much does, with his own little sound of enjoyment and the smile she'll feel against her skin. Then his hands are moving, tracing the fur cloak to find where it clasps. Undoing that, then sliding the cloak from her and tossing it towards the easy chairs.

She's able to get a look to see where his leather top is fastened.

She was already feeling a bit hot under that cloak. She manages to get his outermost layer off.

That fire is still there, in kisses along her skin and the way his hands traced down her shoulders and arms to find her own. Helping her with removing the jerkin, then moving to squeeze hers affectionately. Moving to lean his forehead against her own, breathing her in, a pause in the midst of desire given reign.

"You are beautiful, with the light and shadow playing over you." Brushing the back of his hand against her cheek and throat. A moment of sweet.

His own shirt was high-necked, but laced up with the sleeves drawn closer around his wrists and forearms by a zig-zagged interlacing of the fabric.

That compliment means quite a lot coming from him, she feels like he means it.

She let's out a little sigh, happy to finally be undressing him, taking her time with the high-necked shirt to hopefully reveal some skin.

Loki wasn't making it easy, leaning in again to once more kiss and worship her neck, down along her collarbone and the edge of the tunic she wore. Nor was he making it easy with his hands sliding under the tunic to find skin of his own. Fingers splayed, moving from her waist up, exploring and teasing her.

There's a little noise when his hands are finally on bare skin. He is already trying to overwhelm her with sensations and it's driving her wild.

"Would you let me get this off?" There's a breathy little laugh as she tugs a bit at his shirt.

"Shh, I'm unwrapping you." Loki teased back, his own soft little chuckle at her ear. Along with a nip against the lobe. His hands were already under her tunic, so it was easy enough to move to pull that off. Up and over her head, divesting her of it. Pulling away just enough that he could look at her, hands now finding hers and holding them.

She appreciates being thought of as a gift. It's been a while since someone has really appreciated the act of undressing her. Most of her recent encounters have been quick, one night things.

"My turn?" She asks as she works on his shirt.

"In a bit." Loki murmured, blue-green eyes studying her so far. "I'm savoring you." Leaning in to kiss her once more, banked fire in it. Soft caresses along her skin, learning her shape, taking his time before one went low on her hip at her back. Then dipped lower still, pulling her against him. The other was in no hurry, but rewarded her with clever fingers when he finally did stroke her breast.

He meant it when he said she would know when he was trying to seduce her. Every kiss and touch was absolutely dripping with sensuality.

Her skin flares with goosebumps everywhere his hand travels. Christine wants to savor this as well, wrapping her arms around him to keep him close, since she doesn't get to undress him quite yet.

When she presses closer, he tilts his head against hers. Nuzzling and leaving soft kisses against her skin, murmuring sweet words. In Asgardian. Still teasing her apparently.

Holding the sweet moment, then pulling him with her. Over to one of the comfy chairs. Sitting, and pulling her onto his lap, one hand still low on her hip and ass possessively. The other continued to play with her breasts, where he trailed more kisses and nips to so his mouth could join in. He had meant it--and clearly had been holding a LOT back while they were not!Dating.

She doesn't worry about her weight on his lap, she likely feels like very little to him.

He had been holding back, she runs her fingers through his hair while he kisses along her chest.

She let's him savor her, it feels like he's learning every little thing that makes her sigh.

That was certainly part of his goal. And while her breasts might've been the main focus, he explored all of her skin he could get to with both mouth and fingers. Teasing her still, savoring the feel of her skin and her scent. Encouraging her to kneel upwards so he could get to more still.

She moves with his encouragement. She's all soft, affectionate touches.

"I wish I could feel your magic." It had felt nice, it's almost a shame he's so well shielded.

That's a curious question, and had Loki pausing, mouth against her stomach. Then he nuzzled it, and moved so he could look at her. "Why?" He was honestly curious.

"It feels nice and it's another layer of you; one I didn't think I'd ever be able to feel."

But she can now, and it feels like an intimacy, to be allowed to feel his magic.

Interesting... Loki considered this, before shifting his arms. Moving to keep her close, hold her, while he stood. "Perhaps in a bit. You seem to like getting under my layers." Teasing her, long strides taking him to the bed.

Stepping up to the bed and kneeling on it, moving to lay her down, blue-green eyes shifted to meet her own deliberately. Leaning over her, hand moving to stroke her face. "I'll consider it--but I want you to shatter a few times for me without magic first." It was another promise.

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"And you're resistant to stripping down." She teases as she tugs at the shirt he's still wearing.

Of course he's incredibly confident, it's no surprise at all. Christine has faith that with centuries of experience he will likely be able to make her climax multiple times.

"Are you going to keep count?"

"I do happen to like my layers." Teasing back with a smile, still brushing her face. "Would you like me to? It would give me a future goal to surpass."

"You're making me wonder if you've got some hidden wings or nipples under there." She laughs, tugging him down to kiss him.

He laughs with her, enjoying the kiss and returning it easily. Once more tasting her, teasing and playful as well. "Nothing so exciting, my sweetling. Just skin." Murmured against her mouth, into the kiss.

"A thousand nipples." She chuckles against the side of his throat.

She nibbles at his skin, leaving gentle little marks.

She'd managed to dislodge the collar (and partly untuck his shirt), which meant she had more skin than he usually bared. Loki shifted a bit, sliding one arm underneath her and taking his weight on it. Balanced between that and his knees. Once more murmuring to her in Asgardian, as his free hand moved again. Tracing paths down her skin, past her collarbone and breasts, down her stomach. Heading lower, sneaking under trousers and underwear to find skin and play there with clever fingers.

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The build up to this moment has her wet and sensitive already. Christine let's out a shuddering moan when those long fingers make contact.

She's taking advantage of the open collar to lavish attention to the span of his beautiful throat.

Loki let out a low chuckle at that moan, well-pleased and nuzzling her own throat encouragingly. "Beautiful, my Sweetling." His voice low and silken. She was drawing a few soft sighs of pleasure herself, leaving faint marks against pale skin. Long fingers explored her teasingly, learning her shape most intimately, circling sensitive spots to find just how to make her shudder again.

He doesn't have a difficult time getting her to moan and shudder. Christine works to learn all the little spots on his throat that make him react.

Her hands are sliding down his body to squeeze his ass, she's always wanted to get a handful.

Her actions make him press closer, with a bruising kiss against her throat. He's not as vocal as she is, but Loki certainly has little tells that he's enjoying. The way he leans into a touch, or quiet little groans. He happily repays her actions in kind; now that he knows her shape, clever fingers get to work. Teasing her intimately, caressing and stroking and then entering her while his thumb focuses on her center.

"Loki" There's a little gasp against his skin. He knows how to touch a woman, that much is for sure.

She can read his signs, the little shifts in breath and tiny moans when she drags her teeth across his skin.

"I have you, Sweetling. Just enjoy and feel it, for now." Again his voice was silken, low, smug but also pleased. Wanting her legitimately to have pleasure besides boosting his ego. Shifting his body only enough to use his legs, to help open her up more. Determined to have her climax this way at least once, before he'd move on.

"I've imagined this, when I've touched myself." Her breath is growing quick, and her words are punctuated by little moans.

"Couldn't stop picturing your face when I came."

"Oh?" Loki murmured, nuzzling and leaving soft kisses or gentle nips against her skin. "You have the real thing now, Sweetling. How long have you been wanting this?" Against her ear, teasing her still, definitely a lover's tone in his voice.

Nor did he stop teasing or tormenting with his fingers and thumb too. Keeping alert for just how close she might be. Savoring those little moans, and promising he'd bring more of them out.

"A while." She has thought about it since their first kiss, there have been nights alone where she couldn't think of anything but him.

"The real thing is very good." She's very close, both because he's very talented and because she's waited for this for some time.

Making his way back to her mouth, Loki kissed her with that fire once more. Doing his best to tell and show her that this was absolutely wanted. He'd had a few nights himself where he'd allowed himself to wonder, and plan, how he would do this when it happened. Being sure she understood that he wanted her.

She believes he does want her, it's obvious in the passion of his kiss. It's intoxicating, to be wanted by him.

She comes with a crash, almost unexpected and intense.

Fortunately, Loki was expecting it. Not surprised at all, as he made sure she could feel him. Holding her and catching her, secure and warm and wanted. Soft touches and teasing to help her through the crash, make sure her descent was gentle. Back to nuzzling her, with soft kisses and brushes of his nose. Murmuring reassurances to her for how beautiful she was, how good she felt, that he truly did want her there in his arms.

Christine is very affectionate in the afterglow. Muttering her own sweet nothings about how much she wants him, and how she's craved him.

All their flirty little dates have definitely built up a level of fondness between them.

That affection is like water to a man dying of thirst, as Loki leans into it all. Returning it, and making it clear that yes. He is very fond of her, this is all very welcome and wanted. "Sweetling, you are lovely when you shatter." Whispered against her ear, guiding her hands once more to his shirt if she wanted to try once more to get more skin from him.

Hearing a pet name from him does something to her, a little flutter in her chest that is both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

She will take the invitation to get him out of his shirt, eager to see him.

He doesn't go far, allowing her, and helping for her to pull the shirt off his frame. Shaking his head a bit to resettle his hair out of the way, she's free to throw it wherever. Sliding his arm back around and under her, Loki let his body press more to hers. With a soft smile, fingers moving up to trace her face, tap her nose teasingly. "That's one."

Unlike his brother, while Loki was tall--he was leanly muscled. Frame more suited for a sneaky style and quick strikes, or for running. He could fight, and had held his own with his Brother for brief times before; but he was not as strong as an Asgardian physically, being a Frost Giant instead.

Loki is exactly her type. Her hands skim across his skin, finally getting the chance to touch bare flesh. He's not bulky, he's got the perfect shape to be fast and agile.

His shirt has been tossed somewhere in the distance, they can find it later.

"You are gorgeous." She mutters against the side of his throat.

"Thank you for the compliment, Sweetling." Teased against her hair and ear, but he meant it. Soft kisses, letting her enjoy her afterglow for now while he held her. Letting her explore too, as he leaned into her touches against him. There were a few scars here and there, long healed.

She's learning his torso, she will shift so she can trail kisses down his throat to his chest.

"I'm halfway mapping out your muscles." Trying to see where his anatomy differs. "You even have nipples." She lightly brushes one with a fingertip, "I guess I assumed you would."

Despite there being no real reason for an alien species to have the same anatomy.

"I believe the differences are internal, molecular, and genetic." Loki murmured, letting her touch but nudging her head back up. Kissing her again, that tasting and wanting kiss, to let her know the fire hasn't dimmed.

"They would be." She nods, and moves back to meet his kiss again. Now that the afterglow has faded her desire is able to grow again.

Eventually he pulled away enough to speak, breath still mingling with her own. "Am I keeping track, Sweetling?" Teasing her, but also entirely serious. Moving to her own neck and throat, keeping himself supported with the one arm while the other moved to touch her. This time laying out the path his mouth would take.

"No need, I'm very capable of counting." She laughs, running her fingers through his hair as he slips a bit lower.

She like the nickname, that little affection that makes her feel important.

She was important, as all of Loki's lovers had been while he'd been with them. Certainly he'd use it more now, though likely still only in private. She's free to touch as she wants, he's busy kissing a trail along her collarbone, then lower. Teasing her breasts, playing with the tips, leaving small licks and kisses against her ribs and belly too.

Shifting his weight, moving his hands to her trousers and preparing to strip her fully.

She will stand out among those lovers, eventually she will wear a spot in his heart that is just for her.

"When I can control my magic, would you be able to feel it?"

She's ready to lift her hips to help him however he needs.

"I could probably feel it now, were you to try and use it." Murmured against her skin just above her hip. "Not simply because of the binding, although that does make me more aware of it." Given he was the failsafe to her binding, should she remove the bracelet.

Baring her skin, his mouth moved low--just below her belly button, with kisses before Loki pulled back fully. To both throw her trousers wherever, and to just look at her for a moment. Taking her all in, one hand moving to touch softly and trace aimless paths while blue-green eyes studied her.

"I wouldn't even know how to try to fight the binding." It would likely need to be a real emergency for her to well up enough energy to make a dent in the magic that's on her.

The way he looks at her is incredibly sexy, and a hint predatory in the very best way.

"Do I meet expectations?"

"Sweetling, I've called you beautiful a few times already. In a language you understand and one you don't." Reaching up to brush the back of his hand against her cheek, with a satisfied and soft smile. "It isn't about expectations. You are still beautiful, and I'm looking forward to making you shatter again."

She could just melt at how sweet that is. For his reluctance towards sentiment he has a decent bit of it towards her in bed.

"You're going to be very difficult to resist after tonight, aren't you?"

"Am I?" Loki asked, entirely genuine in his question. "Thank you for the compliment." Then he was leaning down again, kissing her softly. Before beginning to trace a path of fire down along her body with a very clear goal in mind.

"I think you will be, yeah." Christine is captivated by him, probably in part because she shouldn't be.

She brushes her fingers along his cheek as he kisses that line down her body.

He had warned her, that she would know when he was seducing her. Clearly Loki was also taking pleasure in doing so. Pleasure in her, making her shatter, enjoying this with her.

This time, his mouth didn't stop at her belly button or just below; but instead of heading where she might want, he shifted instead. Off the bed, and pulling her with him while kissing and caressing her legs teasingly. Finding all the spots once more that would make her squirm and teasing her to build her higher.

He was living up to the build up he had created. It was torment to have him so close to where she wanted him and to have him teasing her instead.

She watches him, memorizing the way he looks as he finds the little sensitive spot behind her knee, and the ticklish bit near her ankle.

Oh he would have FUN using what he learned on her. All for her, naturally--of course. He was a trickster, god of Mischief and all of that. If she thought this would be straight to the point and quick, she really didn't know or understand him.

Still, Loki trailed kisses closer and closer. Soft touches with his fingers as well, teasing her and usually where his fingers trailed, his mouth followed. Which would hopefully mean no less of a build as they stroked her carefully, before lips finally followed and pressed against the skin of her center.

As curious as Loki was, he'd left it up to Christine as to whether she wanted his company while dress shopping. Certainly he'd blend in, changing shape easily to go along, if she wanted. If she didn't--well, she was one of a few whose surprises he knew he would enjoy.

Freya seemed fascinated by the Midgardian clothing, and was a bit more fashionable than Sif in her choices. Both however looked stunning, wore practical low-heeled boots, and were quite ready to assist Christine and to meet her Mother again. Freya was excited as well for one of her first ventures outside of New Asgard or its allies.

Christine couldn't actually believe she was going wedding dress shopping. She had, of course, imagined such a thing, but for the day to actually arrive was something different.

She was meeting the goddesses after picking up her Mom. They were all going to one of the fanciest bridal shops in New York, she was marrying a Prince, afterall.

Sif at least was somewhat more familiar with the city--she was actually at the little cafe and shop Christine had shown her before. Introducing Freyja properly to coffee and coffee drinks, as well as Earth pastries. They were both clearly drawing looks of admiration and curiosity already, and the waiter was intrepidly trying to flirt with them as well. Sif looked flatly amused, while Freyja had a sparkle in her eye that Loki would've approved off. The poor waiter had no chance, but she was flirting anyways.

He was in the middle of telling her that no, he was a scriptwriter at night see? A playwright, and that's why he'd chosen New York instead of LA. Just needed his big break. Then Sif was standing up and waving to Christine and her mom with a smile.

Asgardian medicine was far more advanced than Earth's own, and while Christine wasn't fully an invalid, she had still been through some trials and was still recovering. So Loki went at her pace mostly, paying attention and savoring his time with her. Worth the wait, in many ways, as they made the jump from 'friends with kissing and dancing' to full out lovers. Little changed between the two, save for the affection flowing freely.

The day had started with them staying in for breakfast, followed by her first lesson in grounding and centering. It was getting close to lunch time though, and magic was a taxing mistress. Especially with the bindings on Christine. Teaching her to ground and center properly so that she might have her own shields was mentally taxing work, and Loki had the perfect idea for them for lunch. The lessoning dismissed, he told Christine to dress for going out, with lots of walking. Meanwhile he headed to the bell-pull, to have a short conversation with Ylfa.

The transition into lovers had been a natural one. And she found it was easy to share affections with him as they fell asleep together.

The magic lesson was work, it was invigorating in a way; Christine loves to learn and magic is something so different for her that it's a thrill. She is as fast at learning magic as she had been in medicine. She is a quick and committed study.

Though a break is welcome and she chooses comfortable clothes that are suited for an adventure.

Learning to 'ground' and 'center' required as much focus as fine surgery and as keen attention to detail as well as willpower. It had to become second nature for her to shield and be shielded, and having a proper ground-and-center was part of that. It was a basic fundamental of magic, as far as Loki was concerned. He was a relatively merciless teacher too, as much as he was an affectionate lover.

Loki was also dressed for going out, in shades of black, brown, and green--with a long coat instead of a cloak. Likewise, Ylfa was back quickly, and Christine might catch a shimmer of green-magic as Ylfa passed something to Loki. It vanished as soon as it touched his hand however, and he was turning to her with a smile. "We'll be doing quite a bit of walking. Sure you're up for it?" She was, technically, still recovering.

She could handle his teaching style, she respected it. Especially with how dangerous this unstable new magic of hers is.

She sees the shimmer, but won't bother to ask about it.

"I should be fine. If not I'll make you carry me back, all that god strength you've got." She has spent years running through a hospital, she is quite fit.

"Hah, are you so sure I would?" Loki teased back, eyebrow raising playfully. If needed, they'd simply take their time. He'd keep a close eye on her stamina as they played 'tourist'.

Moving through the hallways of Valaskjalf, past courtyards--Christine would have her first surprise as they came to a set of great gates. A pair of horses were held by grooms, saddled and ready to be worn. "Do you ride? I planned for us to go far from the palace."

"If I pouted?" She chuckles. She does think he might be inclined to help he back if she needed it.

The walk isn't terrible. The horses come as a surprise though.

"Not since I was a teenager. But I'm not entirely unfamiliar."

"Perhaps. I might also simply tease you about being a child were you to pout." Loki pointed out. "Will you be comfortable riding on your own? These are good mares, calm of temperament but fierce in defense--not that I think we'll need it. I'd thought to take us a distance from here."

"That would just be mean of you. I'm still recovering." She doesn't feel ill at all.

"I think I will manage." She nods, it's a bit like riding a bicycle; just one that could kill you if it wanted to.

"Alright. You'll be riding Dagrun," Loki moved to take her over to one of the mares, the lighter coated one. "And I'll be on Hulda. We needn't go faster than a light canter at best." Petting Dagrun's neck lightly, fondly, he offered Christine a soft smile. "Do you want help up?"

She says hello to the horse and brushes her hand along it's side as a greeting.

"Yes, please." She's athletic, but rather short and unlikely to be able to mount a horse on her own.

Loki murmured some words in Asgardian to the horse, who whuffled and butt her nose against his chest. Then he moved to help, holding his hands together so she could step up, and step closer into the saddle. "Dagrun will take good care of you. I doubt we'll have any trouble, but if needed--she'll run. Just hold on."

She finds the sound of Asgardian to be fascinating, it sounds so easy coming from his lips.

She uses his hands to mount the horse. She still remembers the basics.

"I'll do my best to not die."

She would hear plenty of Asgardian that day. Not that Loki didn't speak to her in Asgardian already. He had a fondness for teasing her in the language, keeping her guessing as to what he'd said exactly though it had all sounded very sweet. "I do intend to keep you from that, and myself as well. It's over-rated really." In English, teasing her still, with a soft smile as he made sure she was settled before heading over to Hulda and mounting himself.

Leading the way, they headed further away from the palace in almost the opposite direction from Himinbjorg and the rainbow bridge. Heading through what was clearly a city, though the roads weren't like Earth roads. Easily navigated, as they weren't the only ones who used horses. Dagrun had an easy gait, following Hulda's lead and whickering softly on occasion. Their pace was a somewhat swift walk, making decent time.

Where possible, Loki moved to ride next to her, pointing out things she might find interesting. He wasn't an unfamiliar sight, and the reception was better than might be expected. He was a prince, but more importantly--he had shown where his allegiance was, and helped save Asgard and it's people, ultimately, from Hela. He was charming, but aloof, when addressed and introduced Christine a few times as "Dr. Palmer" when she might have questions.

It was clear they were heading for the edges of the city and further out however, towards what mountains Asgard did have. It would still take a long time before they reached them however, and Loki had no intention they go that far. Once they were on less populated areas, he urged Hulda into a light trot, Dagrun following suit. It wasn't that there was no one this far out, but it soon became clear it was farmland. Their ultimate destination, though Loki hadn't filled Christine in yet, was an inn and tavern for traders along the way.

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Christine is infinitely fascinated in the scenery and the town they pass through. So many elements look incredibly familiar, but then something completely alien will appear and she will be reminded that she is on a different world.

She would have never expected to be able to see such a place; even after realizing it was possible.

It was obvious Loki was being his public self when they were in places they could be spotted. Though he was nothing if not polite to her.

When they make it out to the countryside she finds herself enjoying the trot, it seems her riding lessons during her youth still remained to some degree.

It was all farmland now, although soon enough it seemed that she could see a larger building along the side of the road. Stables, along with what seemed like a large house at first. A wooden sign hung though, as they got closer, with a classic longboat--save for the fact that it had a wagon-pulling it. Loki moved back to a walk on Hulda, and let himself drop back to join Christine. "That's the Longboat's Haul, a Traveler's inn along this route. We can have lunch there, or simply stable our horses and hike a bit out for a picnic and return to the inn for drinks."

"Lunch sounds nice." The ride had been lovely so far, the scenery was all so different from what she was used to. Christine was really thrilled to get to explore Asgard.

"Then lunch it is." Loki said; someone was clearly watching the roads because as they got closer, a stable-hand came out to meet them. Dismounting, Loki moved to help Christine do the same. "We're planning to stay for a few hours before we'll leave. See to it that our ladies are fed and cared for." Speaking to the stablehand, who nodded and moved to start leading the mares away.

Loki offered his arm to Christine, as he headed for the doors. She could hear a soft din of chatter from within the building. Everything was worn, but clean and as polished as it could be as this tavern did a good business.

Meme Shenanigans for Dr. Palmer Overflow.

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Totes deciding there is a stylized elevator b/c ALL THOSE STEPS! My GOD!!!

they have magic and all

besides have you SEEN HOW TALL THE PALACE IS?!

very tall, much regal

Mythic City and world and all that...

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