[ Laughing as Chris pesters him with his chilly nose and hands, he waves him away. By the time he returns, Loki has set out their dinner and a huge leg of roast boar is still sizzling on its long plate next to the remaining bowl of vegetables, gravy, and other otherworldly sauces too (spicy plums?). Wine fills their glasses, the bottle emblazoned with an elven vintage that smells like berries and smoke. He has already done Chris the curtesy of piling some meat onto his plate, shaved off with the knife vertically sticking out of the haunch.
Loki gives him an approving nod, holding out a hand for him at the table. ]
Just about, my mysterious cowboy. Come and eat, I made an Asgardian meal to fill you up.
[ Looking at the spread Loki's created for them, Chris almost asks what the occasion is, but then he holds his tongue. Being invited to someone's home for the first time feels like as good an occasion as any, meeting someone's child for the first time, too, any number of things could be the reason Loki's made such an effort to impress. Now Chris feels like his offering of slow-oven chili and quick-rise bread was paltry in comparison. He'll just have to make an impressive breakfast to make up for it later.
Sitting where he's been told, he lets himself admire everything in front of him without trying to mitigate his expression. ] This looks incredible. Smells it, too. Thank you, sweetheart.
Well, I can't take you to Asgard for the time being so it seemed sensible to bring Asgard to you. Help yourself. Whatever we don't eat we can toss to Sleipnir.
[ He sits not opposite Chris but on the end of the table, wanting to be closer. Loki eyes him curiously as he starts tucking in. ]
For the time being? [ Perhaps normally he might not have asked for clarification there, but they're close enough, he thinks he can be allowed a little curiosity. Plus, he's learned to be wary of Loki's plotting and planning, and it is better to be even slightly prepared for what's ahead. ] It's not like a Jotunheim thing, is it? I won't freeze to death the second I set foot there?
[ Chris happily helps himself to the food in front of them, taking a bite of the meat on his plate and making a somewhat indecent noise in response as the flavors burst across his tongue. It smells good, but it tastes even better, and it would seem that flying through the clouds on the back of a nine foot tall horse is hungry work. ]
He was very good. Only gave me a minor heart attack once.
No, no, it's more that I stabbed my mother in the back with a poisoned blade and she's still a little touchy about that. Also my brother is king, which is, yeah.
[ Maybe let the drama cool off a little before dragging his new boyfriend around. ]
[ His eyebrows lift at that little tidbit of family drama, though he doesn't ask the why? that he wants to. He knows enough about Loki to know that there's layers upon layers of history for every decision he makes, ever action taken, and there are some things that either aren't his business or that he's not quite sure he wants to know. Not yet, anyway. ]
Well. I don't know many royal families personally, but from what I've read about them, that doesn't seem to be too far off-base.
[ Does that make you feel better, Loki?
He studiously busies himself with a large mouthful of roast vegetables to postpone answering. ]
Let's just say he goes quite a bit faster than the horses I'm used to.
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Loki gives him an approving nod, holding out a hand for him at the table. ]
Just about, my mysterious cowboy. Come and eat, I made an Asgardian meal to fill you up.
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[ Looking at the spread Loki's created for them, Chris almost asks what the occasion is, but then he holds his tongue. Being invited to someone's home for the first time feels like as good an occasion as any, meeting someone's child for the first time, too, any number of things could be the reason Loki's made such an effort to impress. Now Chris feels like his offering of slow-oven chili and quick-rise bread was paltry in comparison. He'll just have to make an impressive breakfast to make up for it later.
Sitting where he's been told, he lets himself admire everything in front of him without trying to mitigate his expression. ] This looks incredible. Smells it, too. Thank you, sweetheart.
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[ He sits not opposite Chris but on the end of the table, wanting to be closer. Loki eyes him curiously as he starts tucking in. ]
How was your ride together? Did he play nice?
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[ Chris happily helps himself to the food in front of them, taking a bite of the meat on his plate and making a somewhat indecent noise in response as the flavors burst across his tongue. It smells good, but it tastes even better, and it would seem that flying through the clouds on the back of a nine foot tall horse is hungry work. ]
He was very good. Only gave me a minor heart attack once.
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[ Maybe let the drama cool off a little before dragging his new boyfriend around. ]
Oh, why was that?
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Well. I don't know many royal families personally, but from what I've read about them, that doesn't seem to be too far off-base.
[ Does that make you feel better, Loki?
He studiously busies himself with a large mouthful of roast vegetables to postpone answering. ]
Let's just say he goes quite a bit faster than the horses I'm used to.