Loki’s minutely quickened breath and the sight of his blood, despite her best efforts, had a vicarious effect. A rush. The thrill of knowing better and yet simply doing it anyway. Not too long ago she’d have pierced his throat and thought little of it, but now...

There were two ways to end their strange little encounter. Pull back or up the ante. And Valkyrie didn’t fancy herself such a coward she’d shy away from such a clear challenge, prince or no.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Your Highness.” A final warning as she turned the blade. Due diligence.