They nursed hurts, grudges and slights for centuries, and in Val's case, she'd gotten really good at hiding all of that behind a wall of angry at everything. Change came either slowly to Asgardians, or with the force of a volcano or earthquake: fast, violent and unrelenting. But Val certainly didn't think she deserved love or acceptance, her hurts were so old, it was hard to know where to begin.
She relaxed a smidge at the small kiss, smirking a little after. "I should try to be less angry. Maybe a little." She smirked a little more broadly, "I'm your angry person, huh?" She nudged him, teasing.