Well her teasing had been rather anti-climatic in its finality. Despite being caught off guard at first, Loki had soon taken control of the situation once more, covering her with his cloak and commanding her to 'read' before getting back to his own book and remaining tea. She would have looked a little more disappointed at his disregard if not for having just scored a pretty nice green cloak he was so not ever going to get back again.

They read on in silence one appearing happy and the other miserable about the situation. Her thoughts continued to drift away from the words on the pages, as she munched on pastry after pastry no longer caring about maintaining her figure. Thor had been acting odd now that she thought about it. What was with all those nervous glances? Wait, maybe it was her voice; she still had Serana's after all and who knew when Loki would give back her own.

"Loki?" She whined in just that particular manner he disliked.

"Read." He ignored her with his eyes, keeping his attention well trained on his book.

"But-"

"Read." He repeated with a little force.

"Argh, you're impossible." Kari readjusted herself, kicking one leg over the other towards him and not failing to notice the way his glance momentarily followed the movement. "Loki?" She tried softer just as Serana would say his name and twirled her ankle slowly making him turn his back to her with a disinterested cough. "Loki, my princy?" Oh that had his attention with a sudden back stiffening. "It makes me so sad when you ignore me."

"Stop that, this instant."

"Stop what Loki?" She gave a sickly sweet giggle. "Have I done something to upset my princy?"

"Motter…" His voice lowered dangerously. "If you continue your impersonation I shall treat you as I did Serana."
"I do not understand what you mean, Loki." She continued, reveling in his annoyance.

"Very well." He nodded, standing up and closing his book with an exaggerated 'snap'.

Continuing to flash him her legs she grinned at the stern expression on his face but soon faltered into confusion as he leaned forward and swiped the books off her desk in a single motion. Watching the disrespectful treatment of library property she blinked several times at the display before turning her gaze back to the trickster with a tad of concern. There was not any further time to think upon his reaction to her teasing as a new dilemma presented itself. He grabbed her by the arms, pulling her forcibly upwards before crashing her down on the desk and claiming her lips with his own. This was certainly not what she envisioned the outcome of her Serana impersonation being. Instead she imagined he would simply get annoyed by his ex-lovers voice and give her back her own.

Kari inwardly cringed as she felt his hand working its way up her right leg, his kiss hard and dominating but denied further access by her tight lipped defense. He stilled when she pushed at his shoulders, breaking contact with her face far enough to allow her to roll her head to the side in a show of apathy towards his advance. With a snort and shake of his head, Loki pushed away from the desk heading back to his chair to allow her to collect herself once more.

"I warned you." He said darkly, retrieving his book to resume where he left off.

She would have made some retort, told him she hated him or something to that effect if not the entire situation turned her stomach. The moment of being airborne, his unwanted touching but most of all the large quantity of pastries she had devoured in such a short lapse of time quickly caught up with her. Slapping a hand across her mouth she heaved unfruitful, gaze darting around the room until falling on the teapot on Loki's desk and making a grab for it. He eyed her suspiciously as she leaned across him, stealing his belongings but abruptly turned his gaze away as she puked into the container.

The god of mischief looked about ready to make some remark as she half leaned onto her desk cradling the teapot but was soon silenced by her 'wait a second' hand gesture. There were still a few more pastries on the reserve team about to tag out.

It was most likely not an occurrence that had ever happened to the prince before; kiss a girl and she vomits in response. He had not taken it very well if his inability to maintain eye contact over the next few days was anything to go by. At least as some sort of consolation, though most likely to his benefit of never having to deal with her impersonations again, he had returned her original voice to her. The whole endeavor, however horrifyingly repetitive it seemed to be becoming between her and Loki, had at least made for a humorous conversation with Prue when she visited the tired looking redhead.

The two women hardly spoke, Kari scarcely remembering the why she felt the need to keep her distance anymore but with the new presence of a baby who could resist a peek. Egill was like a delirious man-child hardly allowing his son out of his arms for a second unless Prue was shouting at him to put their child down. Finally, Kari found it was her turn to have a cuddle with the newborn and get a proper look at the small bundle. He was a lot heavier than she imagined, kind of wrinkly and pink but the spitting image of his father with red hair. It was a sobering experience getting to hold something so fragile and in need of protection. This could have been her son if she had married Egill; what an odd mother she would have been.

"He's gorgeous." She chuckled as the babe opened his eyes looking up at her with a constipated expression. "What you going to call him?"
"Vidrald." Egill cooed whilst Prue rolled her eyes at her grinning husband.
"Not if I have any choice in the matter." Prue intercepted her husband's premature announcement with a look of 'oh really now'.
"But my love, Vidrald is a good and noble name. The name of my grandfather."
"And Stenvar is a better name."

"Stenvar is no warrior's name."

"Are you insulting my grandfather's name now, Egill?"

"No my love." Egill sighed the sigh of a man under the thumb. "But your grandfather is a maker of textiles where as my grandfather was a prestigious warrior having seen many great battles before his death. The name is far superior."

"So now your family is superior to my family?" Egill was in trouble now. "If I am so low born in your eyes it is wonder you ever dare marry me."

"My love-" He attempted to placate his fiery wife.

"Do not 'my love' me and try to twist and turn me with your pretty words. You are no wordsmith, Egill." Prue crossed her arms squaring the larger warrior off with a level of determination any man would fear. "I have spent most of the year with that child growing in my belly. He is more mine than yours by the work put into his creation."

"That is unfair, my love, you know I would of helped more if there was a way." Egill sighed, exasperated at their newest argument but also enjoying the battle of words on some level. "This is madness. Fandralkin, what say you?"

"What?" Kari was wide-eyed and caught in the headlights having been trying to ignore the raised voices by pulling silly faces at the baby giving her alien expressions in response.

"Do not bring others into this."

"I search opinion, my love, nothing more." Egill raised both hands in surrender to his wife before continuing his address to their guest. "What say you, Vidrald the name of a warrior or Stenvar the name of a maker of textiles?"

"Uh…" Kari bit her lip looking from Egill's puppy dog eyes to Prue's defiant stare on pain of death. "Stenvar is kind of pretty I guess?"

"You see, Egill." Prue was quick to crow her victory.

"You corrupt her answer with your eyes, my love." Egill was not happy with their guests answer, choosing to pout and stare longingly out the window in response.

"So now I am a beguiling witch, say you?"
"Your parents are scary, Stenvar." Kari began walking around the room taking the baby away from the squabbling pair as far as possible. "Run away as soon as you can walk."