Though her hands gripped and scraped the golden rails of the headboard to bear some weight, she was perched atop her partner authoritatively, grinding and moving wherever felt the best. The best part was that she didn't need to direct Loki that much--chalk it up to his passive mind reading abilities or his exquisite attentiveness (a power he was now using for good instead of evil). His ministrations drew forth a soft yelp and a tightening of her thighs about his head as his tongue drew insistent little circles, gripping the metal hard enough to warp it as she bucked and whispered filthy encouragements all the way.

"I rather like you like this." Valkyrie gasped as she tilted her head down to catch a glimpse of him, hair draping over her upper arms.