"Quite." Valkyrie approached the side of the bed, her gaze running up and down the length of Loki's prone form. Her fingers followed, palms warming a tightness sitting heavily in his lower back. Digging in with her thumbs, she opened the knot up in short, circular movements towards his chest. Every movement of her fingers was done with authority.

"I used to do this sort of thing--" She shoved her body weight down onto his trapezius, relishing in the way it pushed back, "with my Valkyrior sisters. Even the most skilled rider of us got stiff on the saddle. Usually it involved oil sans clothing…"