whose_son_am_i | Meme Shenanigans for Dr. Palmer Overflow.

"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.

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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?!