While Valkyrie let it happen, she regarded the man above her with a curious look, one that asked Oh, THAT'S what you like? She took it less of a challenge and more of an affirmation that, yes, Loki was the red blooded individual she liked to imagine he was.

Before he could get too far into his own designs, she hooked her nails into his back and yanked him down flush, responding in kind by moving her body in a wave-like arch that pushed them up for that skin-on-skin friction. "If I didn't know you were Jotun, I'd have asked if you were well." He wasn't deathly cold, but he was cooler to the touch. It was far from unpleasant.