Who: Loki and Valkyrie When: After the rescue. What: Talking about all the superhero hate, pretty Midgardians, and just what will Loki do with the stolen strand of hair from the last valkyrie? Hmm. Rating/Warnings: Green.
After all the fighting that had been going on, Loki took it upon himself to take a shower, and then sprawl on the couch in lounging clothes of the decidedly Asgardian variety. He had donned a favorite soft green tunic that split off into segments past his waist, and equally soft black leggings. His feet were bare, his hair still damp and uncombed. He would have combed it out if he wasn't so overly occupied by staring at the Netflix menu, trying to find something entertaining to watch.
Rescuing Thor's friend was what he considered a grand adventure, and he certainly felt like he did his part to contribute. It had been strangely satisfying. Yet with all of his running about lately, leaving illusions of himself here and there and everywhere, he found himself feeling decidedly more lazy than usual. He nearly had all of the things he needed to accomplish the task he was set on finishing. And even though he was convinced he would be successful, he hadn't been able to get that last step done. Things developed so swiftly in Midgard, that even he was astonished at how fast and fleeting moments were passing by.
He was pondering those recent developments when his eyes closed and didn't open again. One hand began dangling off the side of the couch, the TV remote slipping so it rested on the floor, barely held in place by his fingertips.
It seemed like the God of Mischief was catching a much needed cat nap.
The same thought had gone through Valkyrie’s mind, although she’d obviously had to wait for the shower to be vacant in order to have a good, long, warm affair with some nice water and nice products, which she sadly remembered hadn’t happened too often in the last few centuries. Not that she didn’t bathe, more that she didn’t have time or resources to enjoy it so much as to employ the ‘get in, get clean, get out’ method. Unlike Loki she had selected something decidedly softer than armor and Midgardian too: what Midgardians called ‘loungewear’, aptly named for its appropriateness for lounging. And while shoeless, Valkyrie had socks on. She had found blue socks with wings at the ankles and since she had no idea that it belonged to a different legend from a wholly different mythology, she had thought it suited her.
Her hair was still mildly damp and thus wavier than usual when she made her way out of her room, unsure of what to do but relax. She came to find Loki on the sofa seemingly dangling on the edge of sleep. He looked a lot less mischievous that way, she decided with a smile. And immediately after, she dangled her damp hair over his face until he woke up.
He awoke with a start, the remote finally hitting the floor, and a dagger appeared in each hand. He almost threw one up at her, but stopped short with a flinch. It didn't take long for him to cover up any signs of being startled by schooling his face back into mischief personified. A smile quickly and efficiently covered up everything. He's not on edge at all. Not in the least.
"Ah, if it is not our Valkyrie." It was softly spoken. "My apologies. I'm not accustomed to being woken in such a manner."
Damp hair over his face tended to do that.
Somehow it hadn’t occurred to Valkyrie that Loki would be so out of it that his survival reflexes would kick in with such potency. She leaned away from him as the daggers made their appearance, and she almost dashed aside as he went to throw one. But then, he didn’t, and instead pretended to have intended to ‘teach her a lesson’ all along. That alone made her laugh softly as she knelt down over the arm of the couch where Loki’s face was. “Easy, snookums. D’you sleep with the daggers on your person or under your pillows?”
She raised a brow at what he said about being woken by damp hair - who was, really? - but decided to take it somewhere else. “We should get you a date, then.”
It was not so much wanting to teach her a lesson, as it was him simply realizing she was there and that he needed to not fear that he would be attacked when he finally slept. It was more due to his long fall from Asgard and finding himself in Thanos' good graces that provoked him, but he was too busy smiling to address that.
"They are kept in the same place that I kept the suit of iron," Loki replied, and the daggers disappeared with a flick of his wrists. "As for the matter of a date? I do have such an arrangement in place."
At last, Val moved from kneeling to sitting with her side against the couch, chin on the arm of it as she pulled her knees to herself. “Oooh interesting. So it’s innate to you to conjure things up from this...place? So much so that you can do it while not completely conscious?”
Val didn’t know whether she truly cared about Loki’s magic or if it was a good way to occupy her mind and spend time, but she was learning new things and these were interesting things to boot, so she continued to ask questions.
She smirked when Loki mentioned a date. “Oh, Darcy beat me to it then? Damn.”
"It was merely out of impulse. I wished for my daggers and it came to be. That is all it is. Thought and will," was Loki's all too casual reply, as he shifted more onto his side to keep an eye on her. He hadn't planned on storing the Iron Man's suit like that, and wasn't going to disclose what was kept therein.
He hesitated for a moment at Val's smirk, unsure if he should have said anything at all. He wasn't keen to mention that it was he that had asked Darcy, not the other way around. Quick to cover everything up, he tried to keep things playful by reaching out to idly twirl a lock of her hair around his fingers.
"Truly a pity," he said, his tone and expression equally impish. "An opportunity passed by. Whatever shall we do?"
Once again, Loki’s magical ability had Val raise her brow out of admiration. She saw the value in thought and will, not to will things into existence, precisely, but because it was also required to go from words into action, to conquer fear and wield a sword or any weapon against an enemy. Any enemy. You had to will yourself to move sometimes.
Tapping a finger on her lips, Val narrowed her eyes. “Can… you will yourself into this undisclosed other dimension in a pinch?” Then she snickered. “Ha, it’s a literal pocket dimension. You store things there.”
Her first instinct when he reached out to touch her was to pull back, then to slap his hand but there was no heat in it and she allowed her hair to be twirled around the sorcerer’s finger despite mild distrust. And she hadn’t flirted, jokingly or otherwise, in a long time. Seemed like a good idea to flex that muscle. She shrugged, blinking as she looked away. “Oh… I suppose we will always have friendship and in the cold lonely nights we’ll wonder what might have been, what may be in another universe and try not to let it anguish us…”
"It is an space between two spaces. I have been in the space between things many times before, if that is your meaning. There are many things which can be accomplished. Not all of which involves storage or turning into snakes."
Many times in his youth, he sought out such paths and secret places that he read about in books or were spoke of in hushed voices by the more learned ladies in court, using spells to hide himself from Heimdall's ever watchful gaze. It was a fun pastime at first, and then it became a means to an end, to throw a dagger into Thor's big coronation day.
His fingertips languidly combed through the damp locks with ease, twisted and twirled, and then smoothed things back down again. He was watching her even as she looked away, in that way he did when there was something of that amused and intrigued him.
"I suppose we will be left wondering," he finally said, sitting up more. He twitched the fingers of that hand and a golden comb was between them, which he used to begin carefully combing her hair out. "Friendship with the last of the valkyries shall keep me warm enough. At least until I see how I fare with the Midgardian concept known as dating. I know not what is expected, other than various reports on the internet."
Val hated to admit it, but she really did find Loki - and his magic, more specifically - fascinating. She grinned wolfishly out of a curiosity she knew he wouldn’t satisfy, but hell if she didn’t file it for later. When they were better friends and she could ask what else he could do that he wasn’t so forthcoming with, and perhaps get an answer.
Something about touching her hair had always relaxed her, now no longer as much as before but it still worked, and as she leaned her head further onto the arm of the couch she only realized Loki must have magicked a comb when she felt it tickle her scalp only slightly. “As it should, I’m bloody great.” She replied, laziness all over her voice as her eyes weighted more and more.
This seemed like the beginning of a true friendship, or perhaps he needed her hair for something nefarious. Right now Val couldn’t say she cared. After all they had accomplished and all the trouble they had gotten into for a job well done, she owed herself some relaxation since there was no longer a flying kingdom to protect, or a king to really guard… Not that she wouldn’t guard him within an inch of her own life either way. But he wasn’t here right now. “So this is your first Midgardian lady. But not your first outright, is it?”
For all her brazen behavior, punching fists, and the fact she called him names, Loki thought that this must have been close to what he imagined friendship to be. It was similar to being with Thor when they were younger, although there was much less drink involved. Even so, Thor was his brother - even if he was adopted - and Loki hadn't really had anyone he would have called a friend before. He hadn't been friendly with any of the Warriors Three, and definitely not with Lady Sif, as unrequited as his undisclosed affections had been for as long as he had known her. This? This was uncharted territory.
What was charted territory, were nefarious reasons with what Loki thought to be good intentions. As soon as there was a stray hair in the comb, it only took the touch of a fingertip and that single strand of hair was invisibly slipped into the pocket dimension treasure chest. There wasn't any outward indication he did so, and he stopped at only one, not giving into greed and taking more than was needed. It was a lesser prize than the tear of a Valkyrie would be, but it might still be enough to accomplish his goals.
He didn't cease combing at all. It seemed better to continue, to show his appreciation for such a precious gift. That was why his legs slowly swung off the couch so he was sitting fully upright, one elbow resting on the arm. He leaned his side there, picking up segments of her hair with one hand, and combing with the other. The mere act relaxed him as well, the teeth combing through with such ease that it seemed the comb was magically inclined to slip through any tangles or curls without pain or pause at all. Considering it was the same comb that Frigga used on his hair when he was a child, it was likely that she had put such an enchantment on it.
"...no, not my first outright. With either women or men. Yet, despite any tall tales, my trysts were very few and very fleeting," was Loki's softly spoken and hesitant response. He grew up a royal court, and such things weren't spoken so freely about, much less happened often. It was more prone to happen in other realms, than it did in Asgard. It was more secretive and less judgmental that way, hence the reason he sought out all of those secret paths. "Thus the reason I am not rushing headlong into such things with Lady Darcy. I will proceed with some measure of caution. What of you?"
Instantly after asking the question Val wondered whether he’d call her on her stupidity considering that she knew he had gone to certain ‘parties’ on Sakaar, brought to existence by their very own party overlord. But then she supposed the question was twofold: What he’d done in those parties hadn’t been anything like affection and what she’d asked had had that facet to it too. It was hard to imagine someone so guarded and so prone to bitterness to display affection, but not to hold it close to his heart. Which wasn’t so different from how Val did things...and then stopped doing them, and then gotten back to doing them again. “So it’s experimental, at the moment? Not her, I don’t mean to demean her I only mean that if you’ve not done this sort of thing a lot, it’s sort of experimental an exercise for you. No complications, just ‘see where it goes’?”
One thing Valkyrie did not account for most of the time was where a conversational thread might end up, which was why she remained quiet when Loki asked the same of her. She still didn’t really know whether he had seen what he’d made her see when he’d sprung the memories on her, but she saw it all again now, and every day since it had happened, and every now and then in her dreams she re-lived it all and fixed it only to wake up alone, sweaty and grieving.
There were no tears for Loki to retrieve, but there was a knot in her throat, and so instead of replying with words Valkyrie hummed her assent. She didn’t move or speak for another few moments, and hoped Loki wouldn’t either, because she was at this time attempting to let go of a little smidge of something she had never actually voiced out loud.
“There was someone. She died.” Val finally released in tandem with a held breath. “Then there were several someones whose names I might or might not remember. But really it’s the memories we make together that matter.”
With that joke, a breath of relief followed, and things were back in balance. Jokes, lewd jokes, drinking jokes...and making friends with someone whose commonly known trait was ‘untrustworthy’. She had always liked to go against the majority.
What he had done at those parties was just enough to hold the Grandmaster's interest, to tease with the promise of more if kept around. There was no affection given there, and if it seemed like it, then it was false affection. Another grand lie, to scheme his way ahead of anyone else vying for a position of favor. One that would not last long, since the Grandmaster had a wandering eye. Loki had hoped it would be long enough to try to kill him and take over, but that plan hadn't gone well, and ruling a garbage planet seemed beneath him after running Asgard for four years. Even though he had a list of improvements he would have liked to see implemented.
But that was then, and this was now. And Loki replied to Val's first question as he continued combing her hair in a luxuriously long, slow sweeping motion.
"I do wish to see where it goes, so to speak. I have...a great appreciation for Lady Darcy." It was more than that, it was affection. He was choosing his words carefully, in case things fell apart from whatever it is that he might do. It wasn't that his talents were solely in lying, but he was also a skillful negotiator. A trait he had picked up from too many years of listening to Odin. "I do wish to see where things might take us, if she is willing. She agreed. So I would say she is willing to see where it might take us."
He was quiet for a longer moment, because he was sadly ill equipped to know what to say to anyone admitting such a thing, and that he liked enough to comb their hair.
"I am sorry." It wasn't a lie. For once. This was their boisterous and ever strong Valkyrie, and he now knew too well what loss was like. When she seemed to recover, he decided it might not be best to ask further questions at the moment. "I always thought there little use in dwelling upon an unchangeable past. Perhaps, in days to come, you will forge new memories with someone else. And be all the better for it."
He stopped combing and leaned forward enough to catch a glimpse of the side of her face. As soon as he saw with his own eyes that she wasn't choked up at a bad memory, he smiled at her in such a way that it was light-hearted mischief personified.
"I must say, that whoever wins your heart is surely in for a tumultuous time," he tried to joke, all in an attempt to get the teasing mood back again.
“A great appreciation!” Valkyrie repeated, smiling. There was only a little teasing in her tone, but she was audibly more approving of positive emotions of any kind out of Loki than anything. “She is so gorgeous, Loki. To look at her must feel like gazing at a rare optical phenomenon.”
She paused. “I hope it goes well. Overall, you know. For you, and her, and both of you in one.”
Valkyrie heard the sincerity in Loki’s voice and it, too, made an impact on the knot in her throat. Val gasped softly, blinking to get it all back under control, and looked at him as a way to show thanks.
“I do hope so, everything we’ve been through so far has been one long dumpster fire with intermittent periods where that fire is weaker. We all deserve to make good memories.” She straightened up a little, but not too much so as not to interrupt Loki’s flow with the comb. “But hey, we’re doing that right now. Good memories are good memories, right? No one needs be naked.”
Finally there was a hint of laughter out of the Valkyrie again. “Oh, you know it. And whoever ends up with you is in for all kinds of… times. Interesting most of all. Almost makes me curious.”
"Ah, I have seen many sights," he said with a mischievous smile, feeling strangely grateful for her well wishes. "So few of those sights compare to Darcy Lewis. Her lustrous hair, her full lips, her luminous eyes....and her most bounteous bosom."
He almost laughed at himself. Certainly he meant every word of it, even if there was much, much more to it. It was her wit and her fiery attitude, and that she argued that it was possible to fight sharks after watching what was known as Shark Week. It was also that she wanted so eagerly to help, and she apparently rescued puppies while he was busy trying to smite Thor. The thought that he might have smited her without ever meeting her at all later on was a foul thought indeed.
He began combing again after looking her in the eyes and nodding, a soft smile of agreement pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Precisely. There need not be nakedness involved. You are my shield-sister, and you acted honorably in the final defense of Asgard. Therefore, I hold you in high esteem...though many would claim that is nothing of worth." He raised his eyebrows and gave her a huge smile, because he did like times, especially the interesting times. "Pray tell, what would you be curious about?"
A hum of agreement fleeted out of Val’s mouth for every one of Darcy’s qualities Loki listed, and at the last one she raised an eyebrow and laughed at how unexpected it was coming from him. But also, very true. “Had I a drink I’d drink to that. All of that. To Darcy in general.”
There was a certain amount of warmth created from the fact that Loki had just named her shield-sister, and Val turned an endeared look unto him with a smile to go with it, and then a sickly-sweet and wholly embarrassing “Awwwww!”
Then, she rolled her eyes. “Well many would be wrong. I don’t see you as the kind to spread goodwill and high esteem to the winds like one spreads poppy seeds on a field. I think that’s a very special thing and I cherish it as such. It’s the same for me. I haven’t been the most...open of persons for a long, long time. And I am aware that this change will bite me in the arse for sure one of these days but in this particular case, it’s simply something of note.”
She shrugged at his question. “You’re a variable, Loki, you’re predictable only in your unpredictability. So naturally I am curious as to how it would be to be closely involved with you. But then again I’m jealous that Darcy looked to you and not me with her beautiful big brown eyes so there’s a balance!”
He wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking highly of him at all, so he looked momentarily surprised and had blinked profusely at her embarrassing AWWW at him. The comb was held but his hand was still, as he thought about it, and truly, neither of them were open books and they had gone into battle more than once, by this time. Perhaps that was why he felt at ease with her now.
Even so, he found reason to stop such ponderings and he tried not to smile, failing miserably in the attempt.
"Ah, but see there! You were distracted by her bounteous assets," said Loki, looking clearly delighted and proving as such, laughing as he reached out and poked a finger at the side of Val's face, smushing it into her cheek with a gentle jab jab motion. "Her eyes are blue! The precise shade of dusky blue before a storm arrives. It is quite fetching."
Once again Valkyrie found herself slapping Loki’s hand away while she laughed, then gasped in a bit of shame when Loki revealed she had gotten Darcy’s eyes wrong. “Blue?! I could have sworn they were brown! I confess I can’t look at her face too long. She’s too beautiful.” When Loki went on to describe the precise shade of Darcy’s blue eyes, Val did pause to stare at him looking like the cat who got the cream. “You are besotted. You are… enchanted!”
Laying her face onto the couch arm she smiled up at Loki. “Maybe this forceful stay on Earth is better for you than previously thought.”
"I am not," he protested, but he was smiling all the while like he was the cat that got the canary. Because he was lying. "I do not think anyone thinks me capable of being besotted nor enchanted, save you."
He sent the comb away for safekeeping, because it was priceless to him. Then he tucked his legs back up on the couch, slipping down until he was laying on his side, staring up at her face.
"Perhaps it is, though I loathe this realm and its rulers. I am more convinced than ever they will never accept us. Yet should another incident occur, I find I care not for their self-defeating rules."
“Lies lies lies lies! You are all of those things! Darcy has you. She has you. It’s fascinating.”
And a little bit sad, if Valkyrie thought about it. She wished she could feel that way again, and not simply remember what it was like before her heart got ripped out of her chest by Hela and an act of self sacrifice. She slumped a little at the thought, but tried not to let it show in any other way.
“I haven’t an opinion yet but so far they seem like limp-di… handed idiots. Leaders appear to be sub-par in many different ways wherever I end up.”
"She does not have me," he smoothly lied, followed by an amused laugh. "Ensnared me with her sarcastic charms, perhaps. I do not see why this fascinates you!"
He was watching Val closely enough that he could see when hat briefest flicker of past pain was weighing down upon her and she pushed back with all of her inner strength to stave it off. His smile faltered but his laughter continued, because he knew how important it was to keep up appearances when feeling troubled. He reached out and tapped a fingertip on her shoulder, in the hopes of breaking up a bad moment.
"I do see why you would think them inept," he whispered conspiratorially. "I doubt you meant hands, though. You were speaking of other sadly inadequate parts of their anatomy. And I tend to agree that the leaders here are exceptionally sub par. I hate to imagine their board meetings."
“You just don’t know it yet, maybe. That happens.” Val replied simply, sticking to her guns with a shrug. It would be fascinating to watch Loki all lovey-dovey with a Midgardian no less. No powers, no subterfuge, only beauty and brains. And Darcy had both in spades, thankfully. She truly hoped he never tried to kill anyone again, at least in front of her. Or to her knowledge. Or ever, because hiding things from your beloved was wrong.
“I was speaking of those they seem to hold in highest importance than even brains. They keep talking about having certain appendixes like it’s supposed to automatically confer courage.” Val snorted, rolling her eyes. “It’s also something I’ve noticed everywhere I’ve been when it comes to the supposedly dominant sex of the species. They flaunt it and pretend it means more than it does, which of course is ridiculous and unfair and, if you analyze it, speaks much more of a deep seated fear of inadequacy than self assurance. If you’re the best, the strongest, the bravest you don’t need to proclaim it to anyone who’ll listen.”
Valkyrie laughed at the proposed scenario, pulling her hair down to find it smooth and unknotted, more lovely than she’d had it in years. “A group of idiots screaming in unison but not in harmony, probably. Nothing gets done and everyone goes home frustrated.”
Gingerly, Valkyrie rolled her finger to catch the bottom of one of Loki’s strands of hair. “You’ve done an amazing job with my often untamable hair. Thank you.”
"Of course. I will be happy to do so again." He had seemed pensive and thoughtful as he listened, making 'mmm' noises of agreement when she made a good point. In fact, it was one long good point that she was making. He smiled at her like she was clever and would offer sound council to Thor, if ever he wasn't there to do so. It had been what their mother had once raised him to do as the youngest son, to be an advisor, to catch whatever it was that Thor might not see. Before everything went horribly wrong, and the door to that path was slammed shut.
Not that he wanted anything to happen. His sense of self-preservation was finely honed. But one could never tell, given present circumstances.
"To return to what you said prior, male bravado can be vastly overrated," Loki replied, raking his fingers back through his own hair, to get it out of his face. "It seems they are also blinded to the obvious. There are far more dangerous things lurking in the shadows, and their posturing against those capable of stopping such things is courting disaster."
“Maybe next time I’ll do your hair.” Val suggested with a chuckle. She had no interest in doing so, but if he asked and she was drunk enough, she might just go about it. Which reminded her, she hadn’t had a drink in a good while and wasn’t sure if she wanted one. Or she did, but she’d like it to be for the taste and not for the soul numbing.
Val smiled, agreeing with Loki’s point as much as he had hers.
“I like that you admit it. And you’re right, I didn’t go on the web too much but what I read on there made me believe that you’re right about… I think denial. They saw things happen in front of their eyes like aliens, machines, sharks - not to mention other things.” She got up to run to the kitchen and bring both a pitcher and a six-pack of the strongest beer she’d found at a supermarket. With the elegance of a lady Val set the pitcher between her legs and went about popping the caps off with her own teeth, then poured all six beers into the pitcher, careful not to let the foam overflow. “I read about Captain America and the war he was involved in and holy… Honestly they can do bad all by themselves I don’t know why they’re turning on us.”
Before she made her beer run, Loki gave her a look like he could do his own hair, although he hadn't bothered with it in quite a while. It was easier when he could cast an illusion to make himself look however he wanted, including those times when he looked like he had been to Helheim and back again. And he had other more pressing matters to attend to. He would tame his unruly hair when he went on that date with Darcy.
Even so, there was much to ponder over. The Midgardians did not know of Thanos or those he commanded, and he had never felt comfortable enough to speak of it to Thor, or anyone else. They did not know overly much about the Infinity Stones. They did not realize all the threats this small realm could face, while they were busy turned inward on themselves, or busy labeling those who would help as a horrendous threat. By the time Valkyrie sat down again, he had much on his mind. He quietly watched as she poured her beer.
"Do mean that I admit to male bravado? Technically speaking, I am neither one or the other. So I can see the flaws all the more easily from both sides," was Loki's reply, rolling onto his back and resting his hands on his stomach while staring up at the ceiling. "Including denial. These mortals fool themselves in thinking they have threats among their own kind. I know not of their wars, however. Odin referred to the wars on Midgard as petty squabbles and fleeting matters, which Asgard was above engaging in. It was that which need be sorted out among themselves."
“What do you mean you’re neither one nor the other?” Asked Valkyrie, tilting her head with curiosity. Not that she was a stranger to the multitudes of genders in every race in the galaxy, but she hadn’t realized that Loki fell on the category that refused to be categorized. Because categories sucked anyway.
Valkyrie couldn’t help a humorless snort at Odin’s duplicity. “We used to collect fallen warriors from here until Odin cut some sort of deal that meant we weren’t to do so any longer. We fought here too, it’s how we became gods to these people.” She downed half the pitcher and licked the foam off her top lip. “The war in which Captain America fought, millions of people died in. Most not in battle, but executed for being undesirables. Anything from a specific religion to sexual orientation or race. Because apparently they’re not just ‘humans’ or whatever. They differentiate based on the littlest bullshit. So yes, there’s always the intergalactic megalomaniac, but don’t underestimate the power they have to hurt each other.”
Sighing, she leaned against the couch. “Are we ‘in trouble’ after breaking out Tony Stark? They comin’ after us next?”
So even the humans looked down on one another over petty differences. Then things were not so different from the times when Asgardians looking down on Jotuns (and some still did) or on those from other realms or places. This realm in particular seemed inclined to kill what was deemed different, and not by the few but by the millions. He could not imagine them capable of defending themselves against any force capable of decimating their entire world.
He frowned, but it was a fleeting thing. Gone in an instant.
"...I do believe we are in trouble, but they will be hard pressed to find us, and equally troubled if they think we will be easily captured. Thor will not stand for it, even if he is an ally and protector of this realm. You are more than capable, and I am now disinclined to grace their cells with my presence.
"As for being neither one nor the other? The answer is simple. Shapeshifting," Loki replied with a sly smirk. "This is simply the form I am most comfortable wearing. I can be a he, or a she, or even an it. If I choose to be. I used to do so quite often, for a bit of fun."
Shrugging, Val took another, smaller drink. That was that, she supposed. The world hated them without really knowing them and she wasn’t really used to being liked so it worked. It worked. And if ‘they’ came for any of them they’d be in for a rude awakening. Or she would. Both, probably. The trouble was that she wasn’t the only one that bore thinking of or worrying about anymore, and Valkyrie didn’t really know how to do that again without spiralling into ‘it’s useless you’re all gonna die under my useless gaze’. But she would try, in this planet full of new things to try.
Loki’s answer about shapeshifting caused a few gears in Val’s mind to turn and turn and process the information and what it meant. She blushed, then, imagining what Loki looked like as a ‘she’. Somehow even better, Val suspected. “O-oh. Right. Good.” She paused, downing the rest of the pitcher. “Let’s watch a Netflix!”
And with that she pulled the remote from the floor and put on the first thing that appealed to her. A movie where the poster had a black haired, leather clad woman on the cover looking violent. It wasn’t Loki but it would do. Aeon Flux it would be.