[Loki, Thor, Valkyrie] Asgardians play rough

[st_ratagem]

The Inn, while not technically all that small, seemed to get emptier and smaller with time. That was, in Loki’s experience, one of the features of imprisonment in general. The business of every day was simply filling the day, finding what novelty one could in order to vary the texture of time.

Today, for some reason, he’d opted to appear in the Inn’s fitness room slash sparring arena to watch Thor and the Valkyrie spar. He had no intention of challenging the winner, of course; Thor would demolish him and he generally preferred less public locations for anything involving Valkyrie and violence in his direction. But it would at least be interesting to watch the two have fun or bleed off aggression, and possibly play spoiler of sorts - a few little tricks to tip the scales one way or the other in case one of them got complacent.

Sniping from the sidelines was, after all, entirely his style.

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[st_allionofdoom]

"I know. That's why I'll be good." She tapped the man's nose for emphasis. "And I won't be stuck behaving myself alone. Understand?"

[st_ratagem]

"Misbehavior pact it is!" Either they would both behave or neither would. That really did seem about right. He reached up to touch her temple and slide fingertips into her hair. "How's your head?"

[st_allionofdoom]

“Still attached to my body.” So, clearly, all it needed to be. Leaning into Loki’s hand, she then rolled off and to his side, saving the urge to weight him down with her body for a time when he wasn’t shambling about.

[st_ratagem]

“Let me know if it starts to ache. Concussions are tricky.” Whether or not she was tired, and she didn’t seem to be, Loki shifted to pull her close and curl around her as if she was a living pillow or plush toy. “I may be worrying for nothing, of course.”

[st_allionofdoom]

“I assure you, I’m simply hungry.” Room service was one of those nifty little conveniences that Valkyrie had seldom used, preferring to go out an hunt her own sustenance. She put a hand over Loki’s to re-gift him his warmth as she drew closer. “I’ll order you something.”

[st_ratagem]

"Mm-hmm." He probably did have to eat, at that, and as ever it didn't matter much what it was. More interesting to Loki at the moment was a warm and lucid Valkyrie, available to hold and bouncing back with as much energy as anyone could wish. "Or I could steal some of whatever you order for yourself."

[st_allionofdoom]

“I’d let you.” She pulled up the blue cover, letting it flutter down to settle on their forms. “Only you.”

[st_ratagem]

He had to laugh, even if it was a little drowsy. Being warm and still and comfortable was letting the exhaustion hit as hard as it wanted to. "Do you imagine I'd try to share with anyone else? I'm not good at that."

[st_allionofdoom]

“Right.” She patted a hand over his green eyes, glancing at the majestic tank dedicated to their aquatic charges. “Right.”

[st_ratagem]

Loki moved enough to pinch her forearm. "I'm not going to invite anyone else to steal from you. You're mine to play with."

[st_allionofdoom]

Her skin was remarkable sensitive, but she wouldn't let it show. A sting from Loki was, after all, not unwelcome. "Sleep, Your Highness. But not for too long. His Majesty will fret all over again and I won't be managing that on my own."

[st_ratagem]

Loki laughed again and settled back down, kissing her in passing before closing his eyes. “Lovely woman, wake me up to witness the fretting if I don’t wake up on my own.”