Loki glanced over at Val, looking as though he was at a momentary loss for what to say or do. The movie was wretched and not at all entertaining. Not even by his own dramatic standards.
After patting his other hand on Thor's shoulder, Loki cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. He was better at negotiating such matters, and his training was as an advisor to his older brother. He was a thorn in Thor's side from time to time, but he still had hundreds of years worth of grooming to fall back on. He didn't relish seeing his brother so downtrodden or in such pain.
"If you truly love one another," he suggested to Thor, "perhaps approach with marriage as an open-ended offer. A means to restore her if all else seems to be failing. This allows her to make an informed decision on her own, about all available possibilities. I know it's not an easy option. There is a trial to be passed beforehand, and she would be giving up her world for another. Although our healers are vastly unfamiliar with such maladies, I'm working with them on the soul forge. It is a few weeks until completion."
And because he is the God of Mischief, he made sure to add: "Or...we trick her into eating one and let her wonder why she's not aging? Offer her a small apple tart, perhaps? Regardless, if you mean to act, you must do so sooner than later. She will grow feeble as time goes on, and it's unknown if an apple would be effective in this case. What say you, Official Googler?"
As he waited for the Valkyrie's response, Loki stared at Thor like he never wanted to see that again. Just to make that perfectly clear.