For Loki, sex was most often either purely meaningless or transactional - physical pleasure with or without the benefit of a step towards some goal or other. Valkyrie had perhaps started in the first category, but had quickly moved... somewhere else. An actual partner, rather than a tool or a toy, and one who didn’t require him to dissemble or evade.

His fingernails scraped up her spine in response to her bites, and he drove up and forward into her increasingly desperately. Praise and encouragement became increasingly less coherent, ending as entirely wordless sound when orgasm hit.