Getting it to pass through her lips would be a challenge, even for the Silver-tongued one she called friend. She did not trust easily, and while Loki had long earned some of her trust, well, no one got that close. She might have forgiven him for invading her mind (but never forgotten), but she would never forgive him if he did it again without permission. Next time he might get more than being knocked out and tied up.
Valkyrie looked sideways at him, noting his appearance and not saying a word, though she searched her pockets for something. "Valkyrie will do, my friend, and you are a Prince - blood, existence in this realm or not." she waved a hand as if he was being ridiculous about the whole thing. Of all the people? Valkyrie did not give two shits about what, or who, he was born as. If a woman with no memories who had hidden from her people for millennia was Queen, what say did she have to judge?
She finally found what she was looking for and set the small jar down next to him. It had the scent of herbs and the cold hint of her seiðr of all things. "Valkyrie's salve." she said lazily, something of her kinds making. "I needed it for training yesterday."
She leaned back on her hands, she felt better. "Bruce arrived a day or two before you, this place is on a 'bring people from our world' kick, I think." a bemused snicker, "I keep my friends close, I have very few of them, after all." two she had two friends here, three if you counted Brigitte.