Valkyrie was quick to toss the now-empty garment aside, but not too quick. The scent of it caught her, every sense heightened. There were stories of what Jotun smelled like as rumor and none of them flattering. It was sharp and subtle and she almost thought to point it out when his tongue flicked over her chest with a sudden pressure that made her tremble.

Listening, she encouraged him on with a reliable push and tug to his hair, fingers lost in his locks.