The Valkyrie sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling off the edge. She had no fear of heights or of falling. Why would she? That was nothing compared to everything she'd been through. She was elated - Loki was perhaps her closest friend. She adored Bruce, and Thor always had a special place, but neither of them could understand her and what she'd been through more than Loki could. And he never sugar coated anything, so it was always a worthy conversation. Often painful, perhaps, but she wanted honesty not honeyed words.
His arrival after all of the Avengers who had arrived, and then New Asgard's arrival, was like a cheery on top of a sundae. Well timed, perfect. She was not sure how to tell him everything, but she knew it would be straight forward and honest. He expected that from her. She had no qualms about telling him to stay here - there was plenty of room and she would be grateful for the company.
She had noticed that the air had changed, the breeze catching a familiar scent and bringing it to her. She smiled to herself, she was different from the last time he saw her - her hair longer, braided back tightly into intricate braids, and instead of her usual armor, she was in dark leather pants and a loose tunic of black, the ends hemmed in silver and blue. She looked content, which was a rare look for a woman always on the move. Her smile was wry, her tone held a hint of fondness. "Loki, welcome to New Asgard, we might not be as grand as Asgard but we are sturdy enough." then she looked over her shoulder at him.