Tension release valve

[st_ratagem]

The branch, oddly lumpy as a branch, with its bark stripped off and some shaping was definitely interesting. At some point in the tree’s life, honeysuckle had grown on it and choked the branches, and even though the flowers had clearly not been part of the tree for a long time, the twisting looked very much like a snake wrapped around the top.

Loki hadn’t budged from his room in days, wrapped up as he was in crafting something that wasn’t gong to be particularly useful as a walking stick or a weapon. At some point he’d propped his door open just so he didn’t have to split focus between what he wanted to do and dealing with knocking. Mostly the only people who came by were people he didn’t mind, anyway.

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[st_ratagem]

Loki tilted his head back slightly, a little uncomfortable since she still had him leaned forward, but worth it to appreciate the blade. It was just there, not cutting - yet - but it did indeed seem to be relaxing. “I wouldn’t recommend trying the blade on anyone else, but I’m no longer inclined to use the word weird.”

[st_allionofdoom]

“You’re a special one.” With a bit of pressure from the metal on skin, she brought Loki back into a proper and upright sit.

The parts of her that took her burgeoning craft seriously, the part of her that enjoyed her rapport with the trickster, and the part of her that delighted in doling out some punishment were all being satisfied at once.

A squeeze here, a thin slice there, and he reacted so very appreciatively.

[st_ratagem]

"So I've been told." It wasn't generally complimentary and might not have been here, but Loki couldn't make himself care one way or another. There was a decided limit to how insulting anyone could be when they so clearly knew what they were doing. Her hand pushing and squeezing was good, but he felt they'd established that he was not the best baseline for judging general massage skill. The thin slices of knife were more impressive - enough for hot lines of pain, even a few drops of blood, but no real damage. Nothing that he wouldn't heal in minutes or less, but carefully judged to ensure that he wasn't stringing thoughts together without serious effort.

[st_allionofdoom]

"I've done stranger things." Valkyrie assured, drawing the blade up to his ear. Being caught in a position like this wasn't the norm for any Valkyrie, though you simply didn't forget a few lifetimes of scrapper work. She was never one to participate in the Grandmaster's parties so much as entertain on her own. Much like she was doing now.

"How is it...?"

[st_ratagem]

“If anyone asks, I will wholeheartedly recommend you. Being touched isn’t normally relaxing for me, outside of specific situations.” Valkyrie, no doubt, had quite a good idea of what said situations were, even if he had yet to mind being touched by her. “What made you think of it? In general, that is.”

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie gave a light shrug, nicking the curve of Loki's sharp jaw. Her other hand slid down the space between his back and the chair, rolling her palm over one edge of his spine with some force.

"Watching you, I suppose. Keeping one's hands busy is a gift."

[st_ratagem]

Loki groaned, a thoroughly appreciative sound he might ordinarily have suppressed. “I’m flattered.”

[st_allionofdoom]

"Right there?" Valkyrie asked softly, the way one might expect of a genuine masseuse, the sharp edge only serving to emphasize his cheekbone even further in the way it dug in.

"Or there?" Meanwhile, her descending hand worked another knot open sitting lower on his back. "Much lower and I'll need to reposition face-down you on the bed."

[st_ratagem]

The blade was truly delightful, but, “Mostly the spine.” The knots coming loose was felt similar to that odd crack after turning one’s head too fast while stiff: a pop of radiating pain that turned into warmth almost immediately. A solution to a problem he hadn’t even known was there. “As to the rest, I don’t think I’ve ever turned down someone trying to get me into bed. Even for entirely innocent purposes.”

[st_allionofdoom]

“Yes. Entirely innocent.” Valkyrie drew her hands back and patted his head to prompt him to rise. “Come on. I don’t care to leave a job unfinished.”

[st_ratagem]

Loki chuckled, mostly to give himself a moment to reorder if not exactly re-armor before standing up and moving to the bed as not-exactly directed. “That would bother you, would it?”

[st_allionofdoom]

“It would.” Valkyrie pushed her palm to his chest with not quite enough force to tip him back, but enough to make her intent to do so known. She tilted her head up and gave him a professional (mostly) sort of smile. “Will you allow me?”

[st_ratagem]

"I can't think of a good reason to annoy you at the moment." Annoying people was generally fun, but at the moment Loki thought that letting Valkyrie complete her self-appointed task to her satisfaction would be more fun. Or pleasurable, if not exactly fun. He let himself be pushed back even though the force hadn't been there. "Face-down, you said?"

[st_allionofdoom]

"I can't reach your back otherwise. Unless we hug the entire time." Valkyrie cracked her knuckles. 'If he didn't like a normal massage, I doubt hugging will be much better.'

[st_ratagem]

"That seems like it would be amazingly awkward for you." For him as well, honestly. It was rare that he didn't start feeling the need to escape most hugs either before they began or shortly afterward. It was probably more mistrust than dislike, all things considered, but the effect was the same: tension.

Loki shifted and put himself face-down. There was no real need to undo all of her work up to the moment by fighting both Valkyrie and his habits.

[st_allionofdoom]

"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…"

[st_ratagem]

Loki laughed. “Which of us is the shy one, in your mind? If you’d rather not work through clothing that’s easily arranged.”

[st_allionofdoom]

"Would you have rather I started this favor off with the command to strip?" Valkyrie brought her hands up for him to shed the cloth covering his upper half. "I considered it."

[st_ratagem]

"Ah, you thought it was me." Loki pushed up enough to get his shirt off, then flopped down again. "For the record, I'm not."

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie's chest rose with a soft chuckle at watching Loki hit the bed unceremoniously. "How would you have taken that cold open, then?" She leaned back over, resting her full weight on his back through her palms, digging in a bit of nail. Judging by his physique, physical endeavors weren't something he neglected so much as he saw fit not to broadcast.

[st_ratagem]

“Curiously.” Loki had to admit that hands on skin was already better than hands through cloth, but he was starting from less wariness than he might normally. “It’s an unusual request, but not an automatic refusal.”

[st_allionofdoom]

"I'd hope you'd trust I didn't have nefarious intentions. I'd stab you in the front, not the back. So to speak." Valkyrie palpated around each notch of his spine. "Not counting this."

[st_ratagem]

“If you wanted me dead, I’d be dead.” Stabbed in the front or the back, it hardly mattered; his odds of winning a straightforward fight were low. “Other than that... yes. You’re not me.” Not that she couldn’t be sneaky or tricky, just that it wasn’t especially her preference.

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie merely smirked to herself, bringing her hands back once the man's back had been given a thorough kneading.

"Turn over."

[st_ratagem]

Loki turned over as directed. It was easier to watch her this way, which was obviously a pleasant side-effect for him rather than Valkyrie’s main goal. “Should your goal happen to be figuring out whether I’m ticklish, I am not.”