I feel compelled to also point out that I was not consulted on the naming of any ship in the fleet. I just get assigned to them as they come.

[ Lifting a hand, he brushes his fingers over Loki's cheek and jawline, marveling yet again at how perfectly smooth his skin is. He's not human, obviously, but he looks so much like one that Chris expects to feel the start of stubble cropping up beneath the skin; by the end of day, his own chin is quite sandpapery. Even when he was whatever age Loki appears to be now, he had to shave every day. ]

Those were terrible puns and I should not reward them.

[ And yet he does, kissing him again with a smile curling his lips. If there's one thing Chris loves, it's really bad jokes. ]