testing phase

[st_ratagem]

It had been no surprise that Valkyrie was eager to try the first attempt at Asgardian liquor. There wasn't a huge amount - four reused whiskey bottles, two of which had already gone to Thor - but if he'd done it right, two would be more than enough for the moment. Even if it wasn't, it was still likely to score solid points.

The door was unlocked as he'd said, and he'd hauled the little patio table into the room and set both bottles along with a few shot glasses on it.

Then, to amuse himself, he started counting down from twenty.

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[st_ratagem]

"We'll see." Valkyrie was well on her way to unconsciousness, it seemed. Well, that was fine, or would be with a few slight alterations in circumstance.

Primarily, the floor wasn't especially comfortable, which was easily fixed. Valkyrie, despite being heavier than she looked due to muscle mass, wasn't any heavier than a solid human, which meant that lifting her was no trouble. Shifting and twisting to put himself upright with her gathered close was more difficult, but it was effort Loki was pleased to make since it took only a few steps to deposit them both in the large bed on the lower level. Much more comfortable than a furniture-shard strewn floor.

[st_allionofdoom]

By the time her body hit the bed, Valkyrie was out. She wasn’t usually lacking for energy, but the drink mixed with the memories of the past and thoughts of the future combined into a cocktail of exhaustion.

Also, there was a soothing, lilting quality to Loki’s voice, though she’d never admit that.

[st_ratagem]

Under some circumstances, Loki might have simply ensured she was comfortable and gone about his business. However, nightmares still ensured that he didn't sleep well in general, and since Frigga's visit one exception had been constant: if Valkyrie was there, his sleep was dreamless. That meant that under this circumstance, he settled into bed alongside her, pulled her close, and drifted off as well.