"I doubt a mortal palate would be discerning." And Valkyrie wasn't going to be picky with what she put in her mouth in the meantime while Loki perfected his brew--the fact she'd already pounded back her second shot was proof of that much, sealing her lips as the rich spirit settled in her body. Oh, that bite was good. Even if she'd forgotten much during her years in exile, the taste of an Asgardian spirit was not one of them.