Valkyrie didn't think she was so drunk that she had mentioned love. She glanced at Carol, as if the blond might know what she was thinking. Had she said love? She looked back at Ben and smiled; he looked nice even when he was turning red. He was truly in his cups if he was that red.
"Thank you, Ben. And, yes, goddess of death. Asgard had to fall to take her down." Her smile faded slightly; Thor had sacrificed so much, as did his people. If Val had led the Valkyrior to victory, Asgard would still be standing. Or floating. It floated, didn't it? Though, Ragnorok had been foretold; she could not thwart destiny she supposed. Her eyes settled on his lips as she let her mind wander to a dark place.
"Your lips are very nice." She leaned in a little, her voice sort of a whisper, husky. Then she remembered why she had looked at Carol. “Who said anything about love? I think for now it is passion.” She laughed softly, low and sultry.
“You’ve got passion.” She’d seen it in Vegas. And a lust for life. She stood up straight, her hand going to his bearded jaw. “I like this too.” She leaned in.
“I am going to kiss you now.” Valkyrie paused only a moment to see if he would protest or say no before pressing her lips to his firmly.