Val swallowed and fought down the urge to wrap Thor’s large frame in a hug, firstly it would be vastly inappropriate and secondly the last thing she needed at a time like this was getting Loki worked up into a jealous grumble. So she stayed where she was, hand still clasping Loki’s and her shoulders slumped back with terrible posture as she watched them.
Her eyes flirted between them before she took a deep breath and nodded. “I think it would be very... foolish of her, to turn down a chance at a cure should you wish to offer her an apple. Even if we are unsure it will work, it’s not like there is much to lose if she does? Should it not work... she is simply in the same dire situation she is in now?” Her eyebrows raised as she looked between them before adding, “... and you are king... I don’t see why you must be married to offer the apple. Perhaps it is something to discuss with the elders? I will murder any that oppose it?” She grinned, making it hard to tell if she was actually joking or not.