Loki had to laugh quietly, shading to a groan as her hips ground down. Clearly, wanting to please was mutual. Not that it wasn’t always, but they were generally less explicit and verbal about it. “I want your mouth. Your hands. All of you.” He shifted and moved to make her easy to pick up, and stood, moving them to the bed. Valkyrie wasn’t that heavy, and she wasn’t going to struggle. “And I want to relocate so we have some room to move.”