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whose_son_am_i

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

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drpalmer

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

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

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whose_son_am_i

"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."

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drpalmer

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

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whose_son_am_i

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.

Edited Date: 2022-01-19 08:48 am (UTC)

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drpalmer

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.

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whose_son_am_i

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

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drpalmer

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.

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whose_son_am_i

"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."

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drpalmer

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."

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whose_son_am_i

"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.

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drpalmer

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."

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whose_son_am_i

"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."

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drpalmer

"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.

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whose_son_am_i

"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."

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drpalmer

"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."

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whose_son_am_i

"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."

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drpalmer

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

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

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whose_son_am_i

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

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drpalmer

"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.

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whose_son_am_i

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."

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drpalmer

"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."

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whose_son_am_i

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?

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drpalmer

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.

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whose_son_am_i

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?"