[ The soft fingers of a sorcerer run up to meet Loki's lips as he mouths at the swollen tip of that erection in swirling sucks, licking his way all around Chris to get him nice and wet. He makes it look idle as he replies, as if the truth is a boring fact. ]

It's a royal diadem of the imperial house of the Aesir, forged of ensorcelled uru and gold.

[ Feather-light as his attentions to Chris's cock are, he guides a hand to hold onto a horn and bats his lashes with innocence that would fly were he not himself. ]

Thought you might like something sturdy to steer with, Captain.

[ For a moment later Loki makes use of one in particular understated, underused ability that earned him a title, and relaxes his throat as he swallows Chris down to the base, letting him feel the coolness of his mouth warming up around hard, salt-sweat heat. ]