Another serious conversation

[st_ratagem]

The hunting trip had been a good idea. It had taken Loki the better part of a day just to collect enough gold, adulterated and not, and refine it into purity sufficient for real jewelry. Crafting the ring itself had taken almost eighteen uninterrupted hours, and the end result still wasn’t exactly... fancy. Mostly matted to brown, so that the gold shine was all in the decoration and inside the band. Lack of sleep was probably the reason he’d taken an extra hour or two to inscribe something partway between a poem and a spell on the inner band.

No, the ring wasn’t especially fancy, but it was actually heartfelt, which was unusual for anything touched by the god of mischief.

Once it was done, though, he could only wait for Valkyrie to come home and see what openings he could find or make to actually... ask.

She’d been gone two nights, this was the third day. During the day, Loki went through his usual clinic hours and activities, but early evening found him settled in front of the fish tank with a book that he was pretending to read. Waiting.

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[st_allionofdoom]

"I'd be lying if I said I remembered it all." She'd been in-and-out the latter two nights and remembered well enough to say that Thor hadn't been at all better. "New game to hunt. New weapons to craft. Weddings--his, namely. Then Sakaar and how many other planets there are out there that aren't trash heaps."

[st_ratagem]

“Fairly standard, then.” Perhaps Thor was owed some form of apology, for Loki’s doubts. Not that he’d necessarily actually apologize, of course.

He trailed fingertips in the rising bath water to test temperature. Warm enough, he thought. “I can safely promise not to talk about weapons or game for a while.”

[st_allionofdoom]

"He did seem more..." Excited? Awkward? "...like himself during." As Loki inspected the tub, Valkyrie inspected a rubber ducky that always re-appeared at the outer edge, giving it a sharp squeeze between her fingers.

[st_ratagem]

"Excited to be outside roaming, I imagine." He knew that wasn't why. "My brother isn't especially suited to a quiet, slow existence." Just to see what she'd do, Loki pulled his fingertips out of the bathwater and flicked droplets in Valkyrie's direction.

[st_allionofdoom]

"Are any of us?" Making a show of protecting the ducky from the onslaught, she lowered it towards the bath behind her back--and brandished its newly bloated body like a pistol and shot off a jet right at Loki's face.

[st_ratagem]

Loki immediately jerked back, not that it got his face out of the line of fire, then threw up a hand to mostly redirect the water back into the tub with a laugh. Another reason to want her: she cheerfully responded to 'attack' in kind, with escalation. "I don't know, I thought you and I were managing well enough."

[st_allionofdoom]

Satisfied, Valkyrie shot the remaining ammo up into the air like a fountain. She leaned back to test the temperature of the water--cooler than she usually liked it, but welcoming given the sweaty treks she'd been out and about on. It was nearing the line, and she slipped one leg in, and then another, fully submerging her body and wetting her hair.

"Incredibly." She sunk back against the sloped end, clearing the wet curtain of hair from her face. "Certainly not what I imagined when I first saw you sitting there by the temple."

[st_ratagem]

"Likewise." To the extent he'd thought about it, he'd marked her as something like a new Lady Sif - a comrade of Thor, someone with whom to maintain civil terms while remaining wary and untrusting. But then, of course, she was virtually nothing like Sif except in the very broadest terms. "But I have to ask if you imagined anything at all."

[st_allionofdoom]

"Imagined? I'm not sure." Valkyrie nudged the rubber duck on its own path through the water with a finger. "I knew enough about you to hope for camaraderie."

[st_ratagem]

"And now here we are." Well past camaraderie. Loki leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. It wasn't likely that he'd get a better opening, even if Brunnhilde being naked in the bath wasn't exactly ideal.

Well, she knew him well enough to know that he wasn't exactly romantic, and this was better than dithering about it. "Marry me."

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie looked up to the man perched close by. The duck softly wheezed where it’s beak hit the edge of the tub.

[st_ratagem]

"I'm not talking to the toy duck, dearest." Loki flipped a hand at it dismissively, keeping his eyes on her.

[st_allionofdoom]

Mouthing something unintelligible, Valkyrie pushed up straight to sit, hair resting flat over her shoulders.

“Marriage.” Proper marriage? The question was written on her face.

[st_ratagem]

"Yes." Questioning wasn't a no, and that was a good sign. It also wasn't a yes, but Loki had expected a certain amount of skepticism. Only a fool took the god of mischief at face value, and Brunnhilde wasn't a fool.

He was glad he'd thought to have a ring on hand to prove his seriousness as he pulled a folded piece of silk from over there and moved the cloth to display the ring.

Simple gold, matte so the design and edge gleamed bright, and the line of runes on the inner band showed dark. "Marriage.'

[st_allionofdoom]

The 'how' and 'where' and 'why' remained unasked. She looked to the ring, the golden etchings and the of the runes that made distant memories prickle at the back of her consciousness. The water rose to her collar and she reached somewhere behind her to shut it off.

'Yes. She thought, putting all of the brothers' awkwardness into a context. 'That makes sense.'

That makes sense.

The idea of marriage to this man? However unexpected, on the basest of levels, it felt right. Her shoulders loosened and sunk towards the water. Even as the reality closed back in on her, she gave herself space to think.

If she said 'yes' now, what would change? Titles, surely. Something in herself.

"How long...?"

[st_ratagem]

"How long what?" Loki watched her carefully, tuning in to her feelings as best he could. Uncertainty, certainly, but shaded positive. Maybe. "How long has this been pending? A week or two, though I may have started considering after our day at the beach."

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie hummed, clearing her hair away to fall smoothly down her back. “So have I.” She drew up, slipping a hand behind Loki’s neck to draw him into a long and lingering kiss.

[st_ratagem]

Loki kissed her back, enjoying the intimacy while also trying not to be pulled off his perch into the water. "Is this a yes?"

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie sunk back into the water—nodding for Loki to join. “There’s room enough for two.”

[st_ratagem]

Not an answer at all, but regardless of what it ended up being, she wasn't angry or upset to have been asked. Loki pulled back just enough to strip efficiently, setting the ring on the pile of clothes to make sure it stayed safe, then slid into the water with her and pulled her into another kiss. There was no real rush, and if she needed time to think, well... this would certainly keep him occupied.

[st_allionofdoom]

Finding a home in his chest, Valkyrie ran her hands through his long locks, slicking them back with water. Somewhere, the ducky piped up again and Valkyrie settled atop his lap.

“You’re handsome.” With his face opened up, Valkyrie was free to admire the sharp features he boasted. “But you knew that.”

[st_ratagem]

"Mmm." He was satisfied with his face, and used to it... and yes, he was attractive enough to have been able to use it to his advantage on more than one occasion. But Valkyrie was one of very, very few people who looked at his face like she enjoyed looking. "Never more than when you say so."

[st_allionofdoom]

“Silver tongue. Golden fingers. You know.” She grinned, twisting his hair at the end and framing her palms on the sides of his neck before sliding them to rest on his shoulders. The green of his eyes lit up his face and for a moment she felt certain she could see into his head the way he could.

“...You asked His Majesty for his blessing, didn’t you.”

[st_ratagem]

"Closer to permission, but yes." He flashed her a quick smile, not the least bit embarrassed, and stole a quick kiss. "I felt it was important to at least gesture at all the forms." Thor was king, the head of his family, her liege lord. At least one side needed to make the gesture. "Predictably, he wasn't willing to take the matter seriously."

[st_allionofdoom]

“I can see his face. I saw his face when he thought I wasn’t looking.” She assumed it had everything to do with Thor’s own wedding sooner than anyone else’s. It was surreal even discussing it as they did. The rings that sat nearby, Loki’s solid form beneath her, a king that had granted his blessing to a union to her, a proper Valkyrie—

“It’s not just because of what we discussed at the beach, right?”