While some part of her still ached with doubt over his presence, she reassured herself with his physicality. Valkyrie's thoughts were always drawn this way and that way when they were close, especially in the wake of their heart-to-heart. Then, Loki was kissing a familiar place right above the pulse of her neck, and she was sure he could feel it beat quicker and harder beneath his lips and she rolled her body like a wave where it rested halfway on his lap and halfway on the seat.

Valkyrie returned the gesture, rolling her forefingers just hard enough over the site of an old bruise on his throat she'd left during some romp weeks ago.