[ Chris contents himself with watching Loki while he speaks to his horsey son, fond and still slightly incredulous at the direction his life has taken, that he's lying on his couch at home with an interdimensional god cuddled up against his chest, a god who can apparently take any form he pleases, even those of other animals.
Sometimes he thinks he should be a little more nonplussed by all this, but then Loki will shoot him one of those shyly pleased looks he gets when Chris does something nice for him, and all his worries fade away.
He laughs as Loki shoots up into a seated position, letting his hands settle on his waist. ]
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Sometimes he thinks he should be a little more nonplussed by all this, but then Loki will shoot him one of those shyly pleased looks he gets when Chris does something nice for him, and all his worries fade away.
He laughs as Loki shoots up into a seated position, letting his hands settle on his waist. ]
What'd he say?