Yes, good ol' Val. When she entered the meeting hall, Loki sat up just a little bit straighter and looked at Val like she was strutting into battle with fireworks in the background.
Of course, when she went onto the table instead of going around it, his hand met his face and remained there. The indignant huff from Agatha's direction said more than enough, and Loki wondered if the resident neat freak and his beloved hoarder were glaring daggers at one another already.
He coughed a little and read through the report by parting his fingers. Once his hand was dragged down the entirety of his face, he said aloud, "Yes, thank you Valkyrie, for attending. And thank you, Lady Sif, for this exceptional report. With the King's permission, I might propose the following? Lord Brandr with his artisans and smiths, Lady Eir, and Korg could discreetly aid me in the construction of the subterranean dungeon. One in which not even I shall be able to escape. I have a spell which will see to that. By my estimations, once we have gathered supplies from other realms, it will take only three days to construct. If you approve, I have a list of supplies and we have the means to swiftly obtain them."
Eir and Brandr nodded to Thor, and Korg being Korg, gave a jaunty thumbs up. Agatha glared, since dungeons were dirty places. Regardless if it was dirty or not, Loki had a plan to use what sorcerers considered to be a highly coveted ingredient, indeed. His wife would be supplying what his former self tried to use before. There was a good reason why he wanted...no, why he needed...to work on such a project. It was not merely to house the occasional drunk rabble-rouser or potential troublemakers like Lorelei, but also to keep out anyone or anything far more dangerous than his own bride. Which was rather dangerous, although he tended to be on her good side. Most of the time.
Loki picked up a pen and drew a dagger impaled directly into Illustrated!Thor's very worried face. Then he began to write out a thoughtful response.Yes, I suggested it offhandedly but these ideas are her own, as is her idea to issue it in a written form. Sif has always been the serious sort. As for the dungeon, I fully intend for it to be me-proof. But never from my dainty little wife, who might rip your heart out and eat it in a drunken rage if you ever say anything like that out loud near her. I, of course, would be eating popped corn should that happen. That is because I love you like most younger siblings do ~ with equal amounts of pain and torment.
After gathering the components for the dungeon, give me but three days. Our Valkyrie is giving me something vital for the shielding spells. Brandr's artisans will be supplied with technical outlines which I've already finished, and I can have Eir help with spell work. It's a complicated process that would bore you, but neither myself or Eir will be worse for wear afterward. Then, you and I can test it. It will be invulnerable. That means, not only can we keep the occasional rowdy drunk in it, but we can also use the dungeon to keep those in danger safe until help can arrive. I'm not trying to announce that fact, so any foes won't discover it's true intention.
Other than that? I highly advise letting Sif oversee training and guarding everything, including you. There is no other person as vigilant to act as leader of the Einherjar or to train any fighting force.
Also, brother? A sorcerer never tells where their heart is buried. Not even to their own wife.Under that, Loki drew what looked like a very smirky snake and slid the paper over to Thor.