Valkyrie entered through the door with little fanfare, pack slung over her shoulder and her hair a right mess where it sat barely contained by a band. Thor had brushed and braided it at some point during the trip, though his work was undone by the libations and midnight hunts through wherever their whims carried them. She smiled at the back of Loki's head and turned for the bathroom.

"I'll make myself decent." As carefree as she was with her space, she still carried the urge to impress the other brother.