Valkyrie's lips pressed against Loki's and the rest of her body followed. Chest to chest and seated on his lap, the weight and pressure of the ring was most keenly felt. It was heavy, somehow. But it was good to feel its weight.

She parted from his lips but not the rest of him, settling her own weight atop him to simply breathe and be. She thought that he smelled far better than her loud enough for him to hear.