Just as Valkyrie was making to finish and pull back, there the man was once again, quick as a flash and springing the expectedly unexpected. Loki was stealing her breath more effectively than any blow or flash of the blade ever did. A moment of finding where her hands went and she was doing more than not stopping him, she was pressing back with as much force as she’d handled him with that evening.

And then, Valkyrie parted just enough a light shove to his chest. “Sharp my tongue may be, but you won’t find a blade hidden there.”