[ If he was told to mind his own business, he absolutely would, but he can't help being curious after Loki went and dropped those little breadcrumbs of information in front of him like that, all but begging him to ask.
So, letting his hand be guided to rest on Loki's waist, Chris obediently curls his fingers lightly against hard bone and yielding flesh, looking into those bright green eyes for a moment as if to measure his sincerity before doing as he's told and closing his eyes. ]
[ A couple of seconds is all it takes for the shape of Loki's waist to shift ever so slightly as hips flare wider, the chest under Chris filling out, and a tickle of hair reaching lower on the bed. ]
Surpriiise.
[ Her voice is an octave or two higher but still deep for a woman and Loki lies there looking amused. Her hair is long and thick in natural waves, her face is less angular but just as rosy, and the curves beneath Chris are buxom like any respectable Asgardian would appreciate. Most notably given their close proximity, there is warm-wet heat against his thigh where a cock no longer lives.
Her eyes are the same green though, just as long-lashed. ]
[ He can feel the change well before he's prompted to open his eyes, the soft swell of breasts pressed into his ribs, the silken tickle of long hair spreading around their heads, the subtle shift of the shape of the hip beneath his hand.
His gaze is frank and assessing as he looks at the body cuddled up next to his, noting the differences — which are stark, to be fair — and similarities — much more subtle, but still there — and trailing his fingers up along the more-pronounced dip of his, her waist. ]
Wow. [ His fingers skim along the outside curve of a breast, up over the cap of a shoulder, and up along the column of Loki's throat to dip beneath her chin so Chris can lean in to steal a little kiss. ] Who do you prefer?
[ The kiss is sweet, his intrigue respectful. Loki relaxes the small degree she was holding her breath without realising it. ]
I was a boy when Odin took me in and he favoured my brother Thor, whom I was always in competition with. Girls weren't considered heroes unless they were rare shieldmaidens like the Lady Sif or part of the Valkyrior who usher the valiant dead, and it had more bonuses to be the prince my father wanted. I was known as a man longer than I was a woman, so I ... suppose it's more of a default to be like that rather than a preference.
[ If asked which gender her preferred, Chris might demur and say something about the person, not their packaging, but history suggests he tends to veer more towards the female end of the spectrum when searching for romantic partners.
Loki in her female form is gorgeous, the kind of woman who'd absolutely draw stares and make heads turn as she walks through a room, but he doesn't think he prefers her over the lithe young man he'd gotten to know so intimately over the course of the day. ]
I'm sorry. [ He brushes a long lock of her hair over her shoulder, letting his fingers drag in a gentle caress. ] That sounds difficult.
[ It's such a tame thing to be sorry for, considering the entire rest of her life. He means it though, Loki can tell, and he gets a nuzzle on the cheek for it.
Instead of dwelling on herself, she asks with faux-casualness, ]
[ The nuzzle gets a little smile out of him and another stroke of his fingers through her hair, but at her question his smile falls a little and he almost visibly withdraws into himself a little bit more, into the shell of Captain Pike. ]
I told them if I didn't check in within two hours they'd have to come fetch me.
[ He has absolutely no idea what time it is currently, nor how long they've been together. ]
[ It feels like there are two sides to the same coin and he's been holding back one of them the entire time they have spent together. She understands why, it's still a little sad though. Tracing her fingertips over his brow as if to smooth out the lines there, she offers up a soft smile to lighten the mood and apologise for dragging that world into their bed. ]
Then it's lucky you affect me so keenly, or we might never have finished.
[ Chris doesn't view himself as two different people, honest. Captain Pike is as much a part of who he is as any other part, it's just that it's the part that's out at the fore the most, and sometimes it's nice to put all that on the back burner.
He's not really sure why Loki decided he was going to be the next conquest, but he can't say he's complaining. Today has been fun, not just for the sexual escapades, and it's certainly been a good distraction from work. Even if Captain Pike and his reputation was what won him this opportunity, he's not going to complain. ]
I think I'm lucky for a lot of reasons, sweetheart.
You're a dear, [ the kiss is a happy one, arms winding around his neck as she draws out the feel of it and adds in a murmur against his lips, ] my charming, handsome boy from the market.
[ As many other things as Chris is, he has immortalised himself as that too. ]
Tell you what, how about we get spruced up and then spend the rest of our time together taking a nap? I won't get any rest when I return to my kingdom, either.
[ It's been a long time since he was called a boy, especially by someone as youthful-looking as Loki, but he finds he rather likes it. It's certainly unique.
Groaning softly, he stretches his arms up over his head and reluctantly sits up, letting Loki slither out of his arms to sprawl across the bed by herself all artful and tempting, a temptation he's weak enough in the face of to lean over her and kiss her again, just because he can. ]
Chris makes the executive decision to stop worrying about it; if they run into trouble, he's just going to have to trust Loki to get them out of it, either through her fabled silver tongue or through magic. There's not much Chris can do about the potential for their hosts returning early, so he should focus on other things.
Things like the beautiful woman standing by the bed with her hand outstretched to him, an invitation in every line of her body. ]
You know, I don't think I've had a real water shower since I left earth.
I'd rather use my daily water ration for other things, I guess. Sonic refreshers work just fine most of the time.
[ Letting himself be led through the unfamiliar house, Chris occupies himself with admiring the body currently housing the beautiful boy he'd just debauched, wishing his own refractory period was as short as Loki's apparently could be, because it seems like such a shame to miss out on enjoying this body as much as he enjoyed his first one.
Will they get to see each other again? There's no saying they have to, no promises made, no hints dropped for the future. The nature of Chris's current life means that any and all relationship he has are transitory at best, fleeting and forgotten almost as soon as they start, which is such a shame when he's been enjoying himself so much.
Well. The waterfall thing sounds like a hint. ] Sounds cold.
[ Loki takes the lead to the shower, having snooped prior to their descent into debauchery. When she walks under the spray her hair shortens and the shower hides a clear view of how her body shifts back into a male one, familiar again once Loki turns to face Chris. ]
I like to bathe the body I've used. I know, yes, they're the same, but it's a ... habit.
[ Chris misses the transformation, busy looking around the bathroom, pleased it looks more or less like every other bathroom he's ever been in. Whoever owns this house, they're clearly humanoid. That's a relief.
Turning towards the shower at the sound of the more masculine voice he's so familiar with, Chris raises his eyebrows for a moment before shaking his head. ]
[ Chris hums as he steps into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind him so they're cocooned inside in a cloud of steam and just-this-side-of-too-hot water.
It's perfect.
Made even more so when he reaches out and slides broad palms around Loki's body, sweeping them up his back to splay across his shoulder blades as Chris tilts his head up those scant few inches that separate them so he can bestow the kiss that was requested. ]
[ It's a little absurd how easy it is for Chris to get Loki to relax with a simple Baby. It's also a fun new experience to be kissing down (slightly, but still!) with Chris and some kind of protectiveness sparks embers in Loki's belly, giving him the courage to kiss his way down a neck and shoulder as he steps around him to be his support from behind. ]
I like this, you and me. Is this hanging out? A liaison? Ooo la la.
[ The bodywash is lathered up and massaged up Chris's front, getting rid of come and sweat and possibly groping a little while Loki is at it, chin hooked over a shoulder. ]
[ He's not used to showering with anyone else in there with him, even in a stall as large as this one, but he's just spent the last however many minutes getting up close and personal with the body currently plastering itself up against his spine, so relaxing back into him is no hardship. ]
Do you normally dine and dash?
[ He sounds amused, and if Loki turns his head a little he'll get to see the crinkling at the corners of Chris's eyes that show him smiling, the fine lines permanently etched into his skin over the years made that much more pronounced. ]
[ There isn't anyone who wants Loki around once the fun is over, they all know better. Amora, Lorelei, and Sigurd are great lovers but they aren't exactly his friends, and Loki isn't a fan of surprising the weird new-age Pagan worshippers that send him summons. It would be like taking advantage of their faith, and also they're never quite as interesting as they think they are when mansplaining his own myths to him ...
His hands slow in their soaping along Chris's hips and he gives him a brief hug around the middle, kissing him on the cheek for that cute smile flashed his way. ]
I can visit you, if you like. Not terribly soon, I'm sure you're busy, [ with a heap of stress to sort out when he isn't banging it out in a random bedroom, ] but I would like to see you again, Chris. Maybe in a couple of months or so?
[ Maybe he doesn't know better, but Chris still wants Loki around. So far he's not given him any reason to not want him around. He's not stupid, they've both only shared the tiniest slivers of themselves today, of their lives, of their pasts, but sometimes that's all that's really necessary for a connection.
Maybe it's for the best that they leave things here, on this alien planet, in this stranger's house, considering Chris's life expectancy and the dangers that plague his daily life, but if Loki doesn't seem bothered by the fact that he's apparently thousands of years old — which implies he might continue to live for yet more thousands of years, considering how young he looks now — and Chris would live to just about a hundred if he was lucky, then why should Chris worry about it? It's not a proposal, it's just a suggestion, and what's left of Chris's future looks fairly bleak, he doesn't see the harm in reaching out for something that makes him feel good.
Sliding his hands down the arms wrapped around his middle, Chris slots his fingers between Loki's where they rest on his sides and squeezes. ]
[ He sways with Chris in the shower, nuzzling at his shoulder. ]
You'll have to keep your eyes open or you might miss me. I won't be riding in on a noble chariot. You know me a little by now, more of a cloak in a market kind of guy.
[ Until then however, he straightens up and gives Chris a slap on the ass, reaching for the shampoo. ]
Now, let me wash your hair because if I send you back to your crew without looking half as handsome as when I lured you away, I feel like I will have an intergalactic war on my hands.
[ He chuckles, turning his head enough to brush a kiss to Loki's temple, letting himself be swayed in and out of the water stream, making the conscious decision to just enjoy the luxury of it while he has it available to him. ]
What, are you going to disguise yourself as an old crone so nobody pays attention to you?
[ He's read his fairy tales, thank you. He's up to date on some aspects of history.
The smack to his ass makes him laugh, the sound incredibly loud in the echoing chamber of the bathroom. ]
I really don't think my crew has that strong an opinion about my hair, but alright.
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So, letting his hand be guided to rest on Loki's waist, Chris obediently curls his fingers lightly against hard bone and yielding flesh, looking into those bright green eyes for a moment as if to measure his sincerity before doing as he's told and closing his eyes. ]
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Surpriiise.
[ Her voice is an octave or two higher but still deep for a woman and Loki lies there looking amused. Her hair is long and thick in natural waves, her face is less angular but just as rosy, and the curves beneath Chris are buxom like any respectable Asgardian would appreciate. Most notably given their close proximity, there is warm-wet heat against his thigh where a cock no longer lives.
Her eyes are the same green though, just as long-lashed. ]
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His gaze is frank and assessing as he looks at the body cuddled up next to his, noting the differences — which are stark, to be fair — and similarities — much more subtle, but still there — and trailing his fingers up along the more-pronounced dip of his, her waist. ]
Wow. [ His fingers skim along the outside curve of a breast, up over the cap of a shoulder, and up along the column of Loki's throat to dip beneath her chin so Chris can lean in to steal a little kiss. ] Who do you prefer?
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[ The kiss is sweet, his intrigue respectful. Loki relaxes the small degree she was holding her breath without realising it. ]
I was a boy when Odin took me in and he favoured my brother Thor, whom I was always in competition with. Girls weren't considered heroes unless they were rare shieldmaidens like the Lady Sif or part of the Valkyrior who usher the valiant dead, and it had more bonuses to be the prince my father wanted. I was known as a man longer than I was a woman, so I ... suppose it's more of a default to be like that rather than a preference.
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Loki in her female form is gorgeous, the kind of woman who'd absolutely draw stares and make heads turn as she walks through a room, but he doesn't think he prefers her over the lithe young man he'd gotten to know so intimately over the course of the day. ]
I'm sorry. [ He brushes a long lock of her hair over her shoulder, letting his fingers drag in a gentle caress. ] That sounds difficult.
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Instead of dwelling on herself, she asks with faux-casualness, ]
When must you leave me, Chris?
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I told them if I didn't check in within two hours they'd have to come fetch me.
[ He has absolutely no idea what time it is currently, nor how long they've been together. ]
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Then it's lucky you affect me so keenly, or we might never have finished.
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He's not really sure why Loki decided he was going to be the next conquest, but he can't say he's complaining. Today has been fun, not just for the sexual escapades, and it's certainly been a good distraction from work. Even if Captain Pike and his reputation was what won him this opportunity, he's not going to complain. ]
I think I'm lucky for a lot of reasons, sweetheart.
[ He leans in for another kiss. ]
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[ As many other things as Chris is, he has immortalised himself as that too. ]
Tell you what, how about we get spruced up and then spend the rest of our time together taking a nap? I won't get any rest when I return to my kingdom, either.
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Groaning softly, he stretches his arms up over his head and reluctantly sits up, letting Loki slither out of his arms to sprawl across the bed by herself all artful and tempting, a temptation he's weak enough in the face of to lean over her and kiss her again, just because he can. ]
When, exactly, are our hosts supposed to return?
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I heard neighbours mention they went on holiday. We have a little time, dear.
[ She rises and shakes out her hair, certainly taller than before, and offers him a hand off the bed. Come, come! ]
Kiss me under a shower of real water. You owe me the lasting imagery of your naked body dripping wet.
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Chris makes the executive decision to stop worrying about it; if they run into trouble, he's just going to have to trust Loki to get them out of it, either through her fabled silver tongue or through magic. There's not much Chris can do about the potential for their hosts returning early, so he should focus on other things.
Things like the beautiful woman standing by the bed with her hand outstretched to him, an invitation in every line of her body. ]
You know, I don't think I've had a real water shower since I left earth.
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[ A second hand reaches out and she moves around the bed to scoop up his hands, planting a kiss on each. This way! ]
We should bathe in a waterfall sometime, there's nothing like it!
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[ Letting himself be led through the unfamiliar house, Chris occupies himself with admiring the body currently housing the beautiful boy he'd just debauched, wishing his own refractory period was as short as Loki's apparently could be, because it seems like such a shame to miss out on enjoying this body as much as he enjoyed his first one.
Will they get to see each other again? There's no saying they have to, no promises made, no hints dropped for the future. The nature of Chris's current life means that any and all relationship he has are transitory at best, fleeting and forgotten almost as soon as they start, which is such a shame when he's been enjoying himself so much.
Well. The waterfall thing sounds like a hint. ] Sounds cold.
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[ Loki takes the lead to the shower, having snooped prior to their descent into debauchery. When she walks under the spray her hair shortens and the shower hides a clear view of how her body shifts back into a male one, familiar again once Loki turns to face Chris. ]
I like to bathe the body I've used. I know, yes, they're the same, but it's a ... habit.
[ Feels more normal. ]
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[ Chris misses the transformation, busy looking around the bathroom, pleased it looks more or less like every other bathroom he's ever been in. Whoever owns this house, they're clearly humanoid. That's a relief.
Turning towards the shower at the sound of the more masculine voice he's so familiar with, Chris raises his eyebrows for a moment before shaking his head. ]
You don't have to explain yourself to me, Loki.
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[ The nerves are like butterflies now the bed isn't there to offer them a particular direction. ]
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It's perfect.
Made even more so when he reaches out and slides broad palms around Loki's body, sweeping them up his back to splay across his shoulder blades as Chris tilts his head up those scant few inches that separate them so he can bestow the kiss that was requested. ]
Of course, baby.
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I like this, you and me. Is this hanging out? A liaison? Ooo la la.
[ The bodywash is lathered up and massaged up Chris's front, getting rid of come and sweat and possibly groping a little while Loki is at it, chin hooked over a shoulder. ]
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Do you normally dine and dash?
[ He sounds amused, and if Loki turns his head a little he'll get to see the crinkling at the corners of Chris's eyes that show him smiling, the fine lines permanently etched into his skin over the years made that much more pronounced. ]
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[ There isn't anyone who wants Loki around once the fun is over, they all know better. Amora, Lorelei, and Sigurd are great lovers but they aren't exactly his friends, and Loki isn't a fan of surprising the weird new-age Pagan worshippers that send him summons. It would be like taking advantage of their faith, and also they're never quite as interesting as they think they are when mansplaining his own myths to him ...
His hands slow in their soaping along Chris's hips and he gives him a brief hug around the middle, kissing him on the cheek for that cute smile flashed his way. ]
I can visit you, if you like. Not terribly soon, I'm sure you're busy, [ with a heap of stress to sort out when he isn't banging it out in a random bedroom, ] but I would like to see you again, Chris. Maybe in a couple of months or so?
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Maybe it's for the best that they leave things here, on this alien planet, in this stranger's house, considering Chris's life expectancy and the dangers that plague his daily life, but if Loki doesn't seem bothered by the fact that he's apparently thousands of years old — which implies he might continue to live for yet more thousands of years, considering how young he looks now — and Chris would live to just about a hundred if he was lucky, then why should Chris worry about it? It's not a proposal, it's just a suggestion, and what's left of Chris's future looks fairly bleak, he doesn't see the harm in reaching out for something that makes him feel good.
Sliding his hands down the arms wrapped around his middle, Chris slots his fingers between Loki's where they rest on his sides and squeezes. ]
I'd like that.
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You'll have to keep your eyes open or you might miss me. I won't be riding in on a noble chariot. You know me a little by now, more of a cloak in a market kind of guy.
[ Until then however, he straightens up and gives Chris a slap on the ass, reaching for the shampoo. ]
Now, let me wash your hair because if I send you back to your crew without looking half as handsome as when I lured you away, I feel like I will have an intergalactic war on my hands.
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What, are you going to disguise yourself as an old crone so nobody pays attention to you?
[ He's read his fairy tales, thank you. He's up to date on some aspects of history.
The smack to his ass makes him laugh, the sound incredibly loud in the echoing chamber of the bathroom. ]
I really don't think my crew has that strong an opinion about my hair, but alright.
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