Yes, I'm sure they were all amazing. Do you know what I love doing in bed with the man I adore? Discussing his previous saddles.
[ The snerk expression Loki wears eases off as he raises a hand straight up, green magic coalescing in his palm. ]
This setting isn't really conducive to helping you relax, so allow me ...
[ A shimmering green wave fans out as he gestures with his arm, the arc of it continuing all around the room turning Chris's quarters into somewhere far, far grander. The wing of Asgard where Loki stays when at home in the Golden Realm is just that, golden, with veins of rich ore sparkling through the lofty pillars and sweeping tapestries of rich emerald draped haphazardly around the walls, each depicting one of his animals, a fox or horse or snake. The walls are piled with this and that, swords and artefacts (none of his best or worst), and the balcony is as wide as the two huge doors flanking it, letting in summer sunshine and a view of periwinkle. A rainbow arcs up on the ceiling, reflected from the Bifrost below. Silky golden sheets and deep fur throws are their bed, luxurious in the very real feel and scent: pine and apples, honeyed fruitcakes too. The bed itself sits in the middle of a cavernously round room, somewhere at the top of a tower.
Loki flops his arm back to the bed. ]
Welcome to Asgard ... or the very closest approximation of it.
[ It's an illusion, nothing more, but Loki's illusions are unparalleled tricks on the senses and he preens with pride. ]
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[ The snerk expression Loki wears eases off as he raises a hand straight up, green magic coalescing in his palm. ]
This setting isn't really conducive to helping you relax, so allow me ...
[ A shimmering green wave fans out as he gestures with his arm, the arc of it continuing all around the room turning Chris's quarters into somewhere far, far grander. The wing of Asgard where Loki stays when at home in the Golden Realm is just that, golden, with veins of rich ore sparkling through the lofty pillars and sweeping tapestries of rich emerald draped haphazardly around the walls, each depicting one of his animals, a fox or horse or snake. The walls are piled with this and that, swords and artefacts (none of his best or worst), and the balcony is as wide as the two huge doors flanking it, letting in summer sunshine and a view of periwinkle. A rainbow arcs up on the ceiling, reflected from the Bifrost below. Silky golden sheets and deep fur throws are their bed, luxurious in the very real feel and scent: pine and apples, honeyed fruitcakes too. The bed itself sits in the middle of a cavernously round room, somewhere at the top of a tower.
Loki flops his arm back to the bed. ]
Welcome to Asgard ... or the very closest approximation of it.
[ It's an illusion, nothing more, but Loki's illusions are unparalleled tricks on the senses and he preens with pride. ]