Through the crowd, Brunhilde made eye contact with her brother-in-arms, Heimdall, and they both acknowledged that Thor and his family had fled the scene. Thankfully. Thor was quite funny as a father, Hildy had to admit. Apparently not as funny as a brother...
Her attentions were one-hundred percent refocused on the other Odinson nearby once again. "So is the queen." Valkyrie confided. Loki would get his. There wasn't a question of 'if'. She followed Baldr's gaze and saw the annoyed royal flee the dais, and snorted a laugh through her nose, unabashedly. Baldr, though, had begun to apologize to no one. Her hand reached out and she tipped the bottom of his glass up higher. His older brother, the king of their realm, just shouted 'WHEEEE!' at a royal function. Baldr was allowed to laugh in private about a thilly hithy fit.
"Drink, your majesty," she ordered. Yeah. She had that authority. Wink. She took a swig from her own glass, then another, and soon it was gone. She hailed for more then looked him over with scrutiny. "When was the last time you swore? Danced? Bedded a good woman?" Valkyrie grinned and handed him a new glass.