Valkyrie cracked up in a less-than-sober chuckle, mussing Loki’s slightly-mussed hair. She hadn’t been able to stop looking at it.

“Here’s the deal.” Valkyrie rested her hands on the tight nylon covering her hips. “I need a job. Everyone’s got their little niche, and I suppose I’ve got mine but there’s not much to keep the hands busy. That’s what I need.” She pushed a finger to Loki’s forehead. “That’s where you come in. I need a test drive.”