"Much better!" And, it didn't have to be said, fairly good incentive not to die by sunlight. Loki had very little interest in being reincarnated as a goldfish, after all. "But make it eight generations, that's a better number."

He accepted being fed the fruit without a fight; Valkyrie had odd turns where she seemed to enjoy feeding him despite knowing that he honestly didn't care what he ate. Possibly it was an expression of worry that he wasn't eating enough, possibly it was an effort to annoy him. Possibly it was just entertainment for her. Regardless, it was a more than good enough excuse to keep practically no distance between them, and that was always worthwhile.