Valkyrie tuned herself to the rhythm of Loki's voice, the sound of it just as satisfying as the words he was speaking with it. Instead being sharp or honeyed, it was warm.
It all reminded her of how she despised the sound of his cloying purr towards The Grandmaster. She drowned those memories in the icy depths where they belonged and tugged possessively at his collar as they began to lower, rolling atop him.
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Date: 2019-03-12 05:19 am (UTC)It all reminded her of how she despised the sound of his cloying purr towards The Grandmaster. She drowned those memories in the icy depths where they belonged and tugged possessively at his collar as they began to lower, rolling atop him.