[ Chris has always firmly been of the belief that it's not so much the package that attracts him to someone but rather what's inside, and he's had boyfriends as well as girlfriends as well as in-between-friends ever since he got old enough to realize what a crush was and what he should do about it.
Despite his protestations to the contrary, Loki in her female form checks off every single one of his boxes: tall, dark haired, buxom, looks like she could murder him and enjoy every second of it...
He groans as she settles herself so his cock can slide along the folds of her cunt, slick and hot and only just barely catching before she slides away and back again. It's torture of the best kind, and he couldn't stop his hips from lifting beneath her, chasing that wet heat, even if he tried. ]
There is never, [ hang on, he has to focus, ] not a moment when there's someone on the bridge.
[ That doesn't seem to bother his cock at all, which is straining up against her, his fingers digging sharply into the soft give of her hips as he fights the urge to pull her closer, into place, to just rearrange them until he can slip inside her without even trying. ]
[ Already absently scheming for ways to get everyone off the bridge so that they get off on it, she takes pity in his straining hips and sits up to tilt his cock just so at the right angle. With a murmur of We'll figure out something Loki starts to sink down on him and as the feel of Chris back inside her travels up her spine in an electric rush she tosses her head back on a throaty groan, quickly gripping his shoulders. ]
Chris ... !
[ It's different to how he felt before, as a man taking him, but it's just as good when he splits her open and forces her to focus on nothing else in existence beyond his cock. Whereas she spilled precome on him as a man, this time she soaks the hard length with every flexing twitch of her walls around him, thighs squeezing as an extension. ]
[ Ever since Loki showed him her female form, Chris has had that image in the back of his head, the picture of her tall and statuesque, her ample curves and strong lines, the fall of her hair and the swell of her breasts all tailor-made to appeal to him... It would have been impossible for him not to think about her. But Loki had said he preferred his male form to the female one, so he had simply tried to put it out of his mind, preferring to focus on the partner he had in front of him, not the specter of any other forms that could or could not come to be.
Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]
[ It's all too easy to wrap her arms around his neck and lose herself in his kisses, the rigid heat of him making Loki moan when she starts moving in earnest and Chris rubs right up along that one magical spot that makes Loki see stars (and not the ones outside the window). She cries out and finds a good rhythm that barely keeps him from brushing up perfectly, allowing her to ride him to her heart's content. It isn't just the pleasure of their bodies she covets but the man himself, combing through his hair with a relieved, happy sigh. She never wants to leave him, idly considers staying aboard for months at a time just to climb on him in the middle of the day and help fuck his brains out. ]
A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
[ It's probably painfully cliche, but the juxtaposition of Loki's entirely nude form twined around him while he's completely dressed sans his flies being open does far more for him than Chris feels is appropriate; it's far too easy to imagine himself sitting in the chair, the wide-open viewscreen in front of him displaying the stars racing by or a new planet as yet to be explored or a cotton-candy nebula just brimming with scientific knowledge, all ignored in favor of the pale flesh pressed all along his front, Loki's knees pinched in close to his hips, her arms looped around his neck and her breasts crushed against his chest.
It'll never happen, obviously, the logistics of it absolutely impossible to coordinate, but the thought...
He plants his feet and rocks his hips up to meet her as she moves in his lap, her breath washing down his neck as she cries out her pleasure with every thrust. ]
Wha — [ He has to scramble to gather his wits, blinking stupidly up at her for a moment with his mouth hanging open as he moans, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass to help her grind herself against him every time her weight settles. ] Do you... want to be?
[ It comes out a squeak when he drags her in, arching her back to feel the soft brush of his uniform over her nipples, anything to help the stiff, sensitive buds from being neglected. A slow grind takes over with an occasional bounce just to feel him sink back in; Loki catches his eye after the third, lips parting on a gasp that curls her lip as she rocks down and he meets her, having braced his bootheels on the floor. So deep, so good, he was born to fill her up. ]
[ She arches her back as she grinds against him, thrusting her chest higher, and he's not sure if she was doing it to get his attention but it works, his eyes dropping down to her front to watch her for a moment, mesmerized. ]
Yes. [ He's too distracted to dissemble, too jumbled up by the whirlwind emotions of the day to try and guard himself, figuring that the worst that could happen is he scares her off and she avoids him for a few years (or longer, but he's trying not to think that far ahead). It's almost certainly not going to happen, anyway, since she just said she wanted it too, but he can't help but consider the worst-case scenario as well as best-case.
He forces himself to lift his head and look up at her, his eyes sharpening as he visibly focuses his attention on her face instead of the mindless pleasure her body against his brings. ] I want that, baby. I want that a lot.
[ Loki's smile is radiant when it blooms. She captures a kiss from him and only breaks it when her happiness ripples right down to where they connect and she tightens reflexively, throbbing with exquisite possessiveness. He's hers, he said he wants to be, and Loki comes with a low wail that fills the captain's quarters as her hips buckle in wild demand. ]
Oh! Oh, Christopher ... !
[ She's wetter than ever and the sound of him fucking her is filthy, but Loki never stops moving over him even as her cunt quivers around his cock. ]
It's all he can do to just stare at her wonderingly as she beams at him, her hair a wild jumble about her head and still somehow looking perfect, her red lips stretching wide, her green eyes sparkling that much brighter because of whatever makeup she has ringing them, her cheeks that lovely pink he loves to admire no matter what her body is shaped like.
He'd continue to stare at her and wax poetic in his mind about how lovely she is and how much he wants to just stay here beneath her forever, but then her body clamps down on his with a searing ripple, and he can't help but grunt loudly.
He clings to her as she shakes above him, soaking wet and so tight he feels dizzy with it, trying desperately to hold on until she's finished so she can focus on herself and not worry about him. ]
Loki... Sweetheart, please, I —!
[ He doesn't really know what he's asking for but he knows she can give it to him. ]
[ Once the initial wave of her orgasm has run its course and she can roll her shoulders, toss her hair, and regain some semblance of thought, Loki drops her attention back to Chris and a devious smirk cuts across her features. She pecks him on the nose, then rests their foreheads together, hand cupping his cheek. ]
I've got you.
[ His hair gets a fond ruffle, then she grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him sideways (with her natural strength that brooks no argument) to lie back on the couch, reasserting her seat with sinuous hips riding him to a steady rhythm, the determined flick of her body driving her down over his cock so that Loki shivers as he keeps setting off her raw nerves and inspiring more broken moans. She flips her hair to one side and leans down, guiding his hands away from her hips to cradle her breasts, soft and heavy in his palms as she looms over him. ]
Come on, baby, it's been a long day ...
[ Loki circles her pelvis, stirring his cock inside her before sinking down again, lips parted on a soft noise. ]
[ Chris has always liked strong women, both in a metaphorical sense and also in a very real, very physical sense.
When Loki holds his face in her hands to give him a fond, almost chaste kiss on the nose before twisting herself and shoving him down to the couch, he can't help the noise he makes, or the way his stomach clenches, or how he has to grit his teeth to keep himself under control until she settles herself how she likes.
Her breasts are perfect, filling his hands in a way that would inspire a lot more attention if he were less close to orgasm and a little more coherent.
As it stands (or lies, in this case), all he can manage to do is lie where he's been shoved, one heel braced on the arm of the couch and the other still trying to find purchase on the floor, staring up at her with a worshipful expression on his face as she looms over him and continues to move her hips in a steady rhythm. ]
I'm, ah! [ Reluctantly letting go of her breast, he slides one hand up to tangle it in her long hair, pulling her closer so he can steal a kiss from her painted mouth, messy and panting as his control frays. ] Oh, fuck. Loki...
[ Grinding his hips against hers as hard as he can, trying to get as deep inside her as possible, Chris lets himself go, shuddering as his climax roars through him like a wildfire. ]
[ Loki will figure out a way to clear the bridge for them and give Chris his most memorable throne to date, perhaps not tomorrow but one day. He deserves to be loved in the chair of his ship from which all his decisions are made, including those to love. She wants him to watch the galaxies turn while she watches him become the centre of hers.
The kiss smears across a moan from Loki as she rides out his orgasm, crying out as his come burns deep inside and sets her nerves on fire, bucking hard to eke out a final ripple of pleasure of her own. She continues to move over him like a receding wave until it's too much for both of them, panting hard with black hairs stuck across her forehead and neck. Loki sinks down over him and nuzzles the curve of Chris's neck where she catches her breath, stretching out so she can keep a knee curled around him as they remain joined.
This is fine, she can live here now. On this couch, with this man inside her, maybe forever. ]
[ He is one hundred percent on board with the plan to stay here forever, sprawled on this couch with their bodies joined and their hearts both thundering away, and not just because at the moment he's not really sure if he has legs.
Letting out a low, rumbling hum, he slides his hands along the long, lean line of her back, settling down comfortably with one arm curled around her waist to keep her close, the other hand drifting back up to trail along the length of her arm until he finds her hand, tangling their fingers together and tugging her closer so he can press an uncoordinated little kiss to her fingertips. ]
Wow.
[ That sums things up pretty well, actually, he doesn't think he needs to continue that thought. ]
[ Snuggling in just to feel him against her, she unfurls her kissed fingertips and brushes along his cheek, resting a thumb there to pass idly back and forth. ]
Wow.
[ Laughter hums in her chest and she gives a wriggle, playfully clenching down on his softening cock. ]
[ Turning his face a little into the brush of her fingers, Chris smiles, grunting in surprise and chuckling when she clenches down on him as she wriggles in his lap. ]
You sure did.
[ Sighing happily, he lets himself rest for a moment, just enjoying her snuggled up so close to him, but then he squeezes her with the arm around her waist. ]
Sweetheart, can you do something about my clothes? [ This uniform is already ruined, with sweat, with come, with everything else they've gotten on it. She might as well vanish it or do whatever it is she does with clothes when she doesn't want to wear them any more. ] I don't want to get up but...
Okay, but ... I'm kind of tapped out. I don't usually use seidr when fucked five ways from Sunday.
[ Reluctantly sitting up, Loki (firstly yawns) raises her hips to separate them and steps off the couch on shaky legs, tossing her hair back. She gives him a smile, come trailing down her reddened thighs where she held onto him for so long, and licks her dry lips as she focuses a wave of her hand over both of them, Chris on the couch and Loki standing next to him.
The green flash comes and goes: Chris is left clean as a whistle in a thick woollen sweater and soft pants, whereas Loki ...
A vulpine whine comes from the floor where a red fox is curled up into a ball with its nose stuffed in its tail, exhausted. ]
[ Chris was in the process of sitting up, his attention caught on the sight Loki presents standing naked beside him, her hair a mess and the love bites he doled out earlier stark against her skin, his come smeared across her thighs in a way that makes him seriously consider another round — his dick might be down for the count, but it's fine, he has two hands and a mouth, he can make do just fine — when she waves her hand over him and that green light he's become so familiar with fills his vision completely.
When it disappears, Chris is left wondering just where the hell she went, a question that gets answered almost immediately when he looks down at the floor. ]
Oh! [ He's seen bits of the fox, the ears, the tail, and he's read the reports of the fox seen around the ship, but somehow it's different actually seeing it up close. ] Hi, sweet thing.
[ Of course, he swings his legs off the couch and bends down, reaching out for the fox and picking it up immediately. It's not that much bigger than a cat, and Chris has had enough experience with pets to know how to cradle a small furry creature in his hands, so he makes short work of transferring the little fox from the floor up into his lap so he can stroke his hand wonderingly over all that soft red fur. ]
[ Loki is loose as a ragdoll when lifted and, defaulting as much as he can in every way to the smallest form available, twists in Chris's arms to get comfortable, a long tail spilling out over his arm. He tucks his snout down on the front of Chris's chest and snorts out a long, tired sigh, the scent in the apartment like rising ozone as the magic and energy is expended from the godling for the time being. ]
[ He's not sure why he's surprised when the fox opens its mouth and Loki's voice comes out, considering he knows that it's Loki in his arms, but it still somehow takes him aback for a second.
Just a second though, because goddamn it's cute to watch that little fox face snuggle into his chest. ]
That's alright, baby. Can you nap and be carried at the same time? I'm going to make some tea.
[ Tired though he is, his tail wags when called baby, even in this form. He feels loved on so many levels, it's a dizzying experience. Loki would carve Chris out of this universe if he could and take him home. ]
Mmhm, all good.
[ Tucked up tight against Chris's front, Loki's hums turn into squeaks and growls before he starts to doze and his tail ceases to wag. ]
[ Ducking his head down, he presses a kiss to the top of Loki's furry head before levering himself up to his feet.
He feels good, full and sated and dressed in the kind of cozy, comfy clothes he usually leaves back on Earth, so the prospect of a cup of tea and maybe some reading sounds great. If his boyfriend — hah! — wants to be a fox for all that, then so be it, Chris doesn't mind. He hasn't had something soft to pet in years, he'll enjoy the whole experience.
It's not too difficult to make tea one-handed, and soon he's carrying a full steaming mug into his bedroom so he can climb into bed and lean up against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him and Loki placed carefully in his lap so he's got a hand free to hold his padd.
What he should do is read through the daily reports that have been sent to him.
What he does is pull up a book on mythology he hasn't read since high school and let himself settle in for a comfortable evening, his fingers buried in the ruff of thick fur of the godling curled up in his lap. ]
[ Loki sleeps on and off as the world sways with Chris's gait, finally settling in with a foxy snore once they are set up on the bed. The scent of tea lulls him into a brief dreamless sleep, pulling energy to himself on an unconscious level so that by the time Chris's drink is low and cooling, Loki feels well enough to dip his nose into the mug to have a slurp.
He gives a shake to wake himself up and his ears perk as he leans closer to the book, paws crossed on Chris's lap. ]
[ Chris has been alternating between petting Loki and drinking his tea, the bulk of his attention focused on the padd in his hand instead of his surroundings, so when Loki sticks his snout in his mug, he's startled enough to let out a bark of a laugh as well as a somewhat indignant, ] Excuse you! [ though the sting of that is taken out immediately as Chris pets his hand down Loki's skull again.
He shifts the padd so it can be seen more easily, flicking the screen back to show the cover art for the book. ]
[ He rolls around in place and fur transforms into black hair, smooth skin, so that most of the fox becomes Loki's head and shoulders by the time he's looking up at Chris. He wears a plain long-sleeved tshirt and the same soft pants, barefoot as he draws his knees up to stay curled close. ]
Doing some research, huh. Anything interesting crop up?
[ He lifts his arm to let Loki's human self get comfortable against him, curled up still in his lap, dressed comfortably for sleep or for lounging. Settling his hand in his hair, he continues the petting of before in the same rhythm and pattern, smoothing his fingers through Loki's hair and down his neck before starting back up again. ]
Nothing about the Aesir, nothing about Jotunheim... It's incredible, really. I was sure I could find something.
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Despite his protestations to the contrary, Loki in her female form checks off every single one of his boxes: tall, dark haired, buxom, looks like she could murder him and enjoy every second of it...
He groans as she settles herself so his cock can slide along the folds of her cunt, slick and hot and only just barely catching before she slides away and back again. It's torture of the best kind, and he couldn't stop his hips from lifting beneath her, chasing that wet heat, even if he tried. ]
There is never, [ hang on, he has to focus, ] not a moment when there's someone on the bridge.
[ That doesn't seem to bother his cock at all, which is straining up against her, his fingers digging sharply into the soft give of her hips as he fights the urge to pull her closer, into place, to just rearrange them until he can slip inside her without even trying. ]
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Chris ... !
[ It's different to how he felt before, as a man taking him, but it's just as good when he splits her open and forces her to focus on nothing else in existence beyond his cock. Whereas she spilled precome on him as a man, this time she soaks the hard length with every flexing twitch of her walls around him, thighs squeezing as an extension. ]
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Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]
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A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
[ Perfect timing for this talk. ]
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It'll never happen, obviously, the logistics of it absolutely impossible to coordinate, but the thought...
He plants his feet and rocks his hips up to meet her as she moves in his lap, her breath washing down his neck as she cries out her pleasure with every thrust. ]
Wha — [ He has to scramble to gather his wits, blinking stupidly up at her for a moment with his mouth hanging open as he moans, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass to help her grind herself against him every time her weight settles. ] Do you... want to be?
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[ It comes out a squeak when he drags her in, arching her back to feel the soft brush of his uniform over her nipples, anything to help the stiff, sensitive buds from being neglected. A slow grind takes over with an occasional bounce just to feel him sink back in; Loki catches his eye after the third, lips parting on a gasp that curls her lip as she rocks down and he meets her, having braced his bootheels on the floor. So deep, so good, he was born to fill her up. ]
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Yes. [ He's too distracted to dissemble, too jumbled up by the whirlwind emotions of the day to try and guard himself, figuring that the worst that could happen is he scares her off and she avoids him for a few years (or longer, but he's trying not to think that far ahead). It's almost certainly not going to happen, anyway, since she just said she wanted it too, but he can't help but consider the worst-case scenario as well as best-case.
He forces himself to lift his head and look up at her, his eyes sharpening as he visibly focuses his attention on her face instead of the mindless pleasure her body against his brings. ] I want that, baby. I want that a lot.
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Oh! Oh, Christopher ... !
[ She's wetter than ever and the sound of him fucking her is filthy, but Loki never stops moving over him even as her cunt quivers around his cock. ]
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It's all he can do to just stare at her wonderingly as she beams at him, her hair a wild jumble about her head and still somehow looking perfect, her red lips stretching wide, her green eyes sparkling that much brighter because of whatever makeup she has ringing them, her cheeks that lovely pink he loves to admire no matter what her body is shaped like.
He'd continue to stare at her and wax poetic in his mind about how lovely she is and how much he wants to just stay here beneath her forever, but then her body clamps down on his with a searing ripple, and he can't help but grunt loudly.
He clings to her as she shakes above him, soaking wet and so tight he feels dizzy with it, trying desperately to hold on until she's finished so she can focus on herself and not worry about him. ]
Loki... Sweetheart, please, I —!
[ He doesn't really know what he's asking for but he knows she can give it to him. ]
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I've got you.
[ His hair gets a fond ruffle, then she grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him sideways (with her natural strength that brooks no argument) to lie back on the couch, reasserting her seat with sinuous hips riding him to a steady rhythm, the determined flick of her body driving her down over his cock so that Loki shivers as he keeps setting off her raw nerves and inspiring more broken moans. She flips her hair to one side and leans down, guiding his hands away from her hips to cradle her breasts, soft and heavy in his palms as she looms over him. ]
Come on, baby, it's been a long day ...
[ Loki circles her pelvis, stirring his cock inside her before sinking down again, lips parted on a soft noise. ]
Take what you want, I'm here for you.
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When Loki holds his face in her hands to give him a fond, almost chaste kiss on the nose before twisting herself and shoving him down to the couch, he can't help the noise he makes, or the way his stomach clenches, or how he has to grit his teeth to keep himself under control until she settles herself how she likes.
Her breasts are perfect, filling his hands in a way that would inspire a lot more attention if he were less close to orgasm and a little more coherent.
As it stands (or lies, in this case), all he can manage to do is lie where he's been shoved, one heel braced on the arm of the couch and the other still trying to find purchase on the floor, staring up at her with a worshipful expression on his face as she looms over him and continues to move her hips in a steady rhythm. ]
I'm, ah! [ Reluctantly letting go of her breast, he slides one hand up to tangle it in her long hair, pulling her closer so he can steal a kiss from her painted mouth, messy and panting as his control frays. ] Oh, fuck. Loki...
[ Grinding his hips against hers as hard as he can, trying to get as deep inside her as possible, Chris lets himself go, shuddering as his climax roars through him like a wildfire. ]
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The kiss smears across a moan from Loki as she rides out his orgasm, crying out as his come burns deep inside and sets her nerves on fire, bucking hard to eke out a final ripple of pleasure of her own. She continues to move over him like a receding wave until it's too much for both of them, panting hard with black hairs stuck across her forehead and neck. Loki sinks down over him and nuzzles the curve of Chris's neck where she catches her breath, stretching out so she can keep a knee curled around him as they remain joined.
This is fine, she can live here now. On this couch, with this man inside her, maybe forever. ]
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Letting out a low, rumbling hum, he slides his hands along the long, lean line of her back, settling down comfortably with one arm curled around her waist to keep her close, the other hand drifting back up to trail along the length of her arm until he finds her hand, tangling their fingers together and tugging her closer so he can press an uncoordinated little kiss to her fingertips. ]
Wow.
[ That sums things up pretty well, actually, he doesn't think he needs to continue that thought. ]
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Wow.
[ Laughter hums in her chest and she gives a wriggle, playfully clenching down on his softening cock. ]
Told you I got you.
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You sure did.
[ Sighing happily, he lets himself rest for a moment, just enjoying her snuggled up so close to him, but then he squeezes her with the arm around her waist. ]
Sweetheart, can you do something about my clothes? [ This uniform is already ruined, with sweat, with come, with everything else they've gotten on it. She might as well vanish it or do whatever it is she does with clothes when she doesn't want to wear them any more. ] I don't want to get up but...
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[ Reluctantly sitting up, Loki (firstly yawns) raises her hips to separate them and steps off the couch on shaky legs, tossing her hair back. She gives him a smile, come trailing down her reddened thighs where she held onto him for so long, and licks her dry lips as she focuses a wave of her hand over both of them, Chris on the couch and Loki standing next to him.
The green flash comes and goes: Chris is left clean as a whistle in a thick woollen sweater and soft pants, whereas Loki ...
A vulpine whine comes from the floor where a red fox is curled up into a ball with its nose stuffed in its tail, exhausted. ]
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When it disappears, Chris is left wondering just where the hell she went, a question that gets answered almost immediately when he looks down at the floor. ]
Oh! [ He's seen bits of the fox, the ears, the tail, and he's read the reports of the fox seen around the ship, but somehow it's different actually seeing it up close. ] Hi, sweet thing.
[ Of course, he swings his legs off the couch and bends down, reaching out for the fox and picking it up immediately. It's not that much bigger than a cat, and Chris has had enough experience with pets to know how to cradle a small furry creature in his hands, so he makes short work of transferring the little fox from the floor up into his lap so he can stroke his hand wonderingly over all that soft red fur. ]
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Sorry ... wanted to snuggle. M'gonna nap now.
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Just a second though, because goddamn it's cute to watch that little fox face snuggle into his chest. ]
That's alright, baby. Can you nap and be carried at the same time? I'm going to make some tea.
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Mmhm, all good.
[ Tucked up tight against Chris's front, Loki's hums turn into squeaks and growls before he starts to doze and his tail ceases to wag. ]
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He feels good, full and sated and dressed in the kind of cozy, comfy clothes he usually leaves back on Earth, so the prospect of a cup of tea and maybe some reading sounds great. If his boyfriend — hah! — wants to be a fox for all that, then so be it, Chris doesn't mind. He hasn't had something soft to pet in years, he'll enjoy the whole experience.
It's not too difficult to make tea one-handed, and soon he's carrying a full steaming mug into his bedroom so he can climb into bed and lean up against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him and Loki placed carefully in his lap so he's got a hand free to hold his padd.
What he should do is read through the daily reports that have been sent to him.
What he does is pull up a book on mythology he hasn't read since high school and let himself settle in for a comfortable evening, his fingers buried in the ruff of thick fur of the godling curled up in his lap. ]
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He gives a shake to wake himself up and his ears perk as he leans closer to the book, paws crossed on Chris's lap. ]
Hello. What are we reading?
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He shifts the padd so it can be seen more easily, flicking the screen back to show the cover art for the book. ]
Textbooks from my childhood.
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[ He rolls around in place and fur transforms into black hair, smooth skin, so that most of the fox becomes Loki's head and shoulders by the time he's looking up at Chris. He wears a plain long-sleeved tshirt and the same soft pants, barefoot as he draws his knees up to stay curled close. ]
Doing some research, huh. Anything interesting crop up?
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[ He lifts his arm to let Loki's human self get comfortable against him, curled up still in his lap, dressed comfortably for sleep or for lounging. Settling his hand in his hair, he continues the petting of before in the same rhythm and pattern, smoothing his fingers through Loki's hair and down his neck before starting back up again. ]
Nothing about the Aesir, nothing about Jotunheim... It's incredible, really. I was sure I could find something.
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