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]

"And all that said and I'm here unsure of what to offer in turn." She admitted with a chuckle, cracked as it was.

[st_ratagem]

"Brunnhilde." He let the ring float back to the pile of clothes, freeing his hand so he could cup her face, willing her to understand what he said next. "I don't have to evade or hide from you. I can touch you without worrying what it means, I can sleep without worrying what you'll do. I could hand you every knife I have and know you won't turn them on me except in fun. You're safe." Safe was vanishingly rare in people, and even Thor wasn't as safe as his Valkyrie. "More than that, you know what I am and you still smile when you see me. And that's all just part of what you offer me already."

[st_allionofdoom]

Loki's words and his will shone through--possibly the brightest and clearest they ever had. She sunk into his hands, cupping his long fingers in hers as she leaned in to claim his mouth. No further words would do the sentiment justice.

[st_ratagem]

Still no answer, but when he could slide their joined hands to the back of her neck to pull her closer and deepen the kiss, it didn't matter. There was no way this passion was a flat 'no', and anything else could be worked with. And when they were skin to skin like this, he could work with anything.

[st_allionofdoom]

"I'll accept that." Valkyrie parted just enough to speak, the bridge of her nose slotting against his before she drew back. She leaned her head back far as she did, releasing tension that had pooled in her shoulders and exhaled an enormous sigh.

"I'm relieved you put forth returning to me by any means necessary. I wouldn't have accepted anything less." It was an entirely selfish notion, but one she wouldn't apologize for.

[st_ratagem]

He squeezed the back of her neck, as if about to shake her slightly. "I'm willing to annihilate worlds to get what I want, and I don't give up what's mine." It wasn't romantic, exactly, but it was the truth.

[st_allionofdoom]

"We needn't do that." She said it simply, the statement putting no damper on her mood. "We'll make it official and there won't be a question of either of us giving the other up."

[st_ratagem]

That sounded like an answer. And felt like an answer. "Just to be clear... that's a yes?"

[st_allionofdoom]

"Yes." She carried on, lifting her hand to accept the ring. It would only feel right to massage the shampoo in his hair with it on.

[st_ratagem]

Technically, the ring was more properly part of the wedding, but this was Midgard and the little details of timing mattered much less than... just about any other part of this, given that the wedding was simply the dues one paid in order to be married. Loki slid the ring onto her waiting finger (as a matter of preparedness, he'd enchanted it to resize to fit her finger, and not to come off unless she removed it) then pulled her into another kiss.

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

"I haven't been wandering the wilderness with Thor for several days," he murmured in response to the thought, though he was very far from minding her scent. "But if it distresses you, how lucky we're in a bath. We can actually wash you instead of just sitting in the water, if we want."

[st_allionofdoom]

"If we must." Valkyrie lazily drew back brandished the minty-scented shampoo bottle like a weapon, pouring it over Loki's hair generously. "I got back in the habit after taking up with you."

[st_ratagem]

"Somehow the idea of you living in your own filth is entirely believable," Loki teased, then stole the bottle and treated her hair with it. She had told him he could wash her hair, after all, and it seemed more than a little off that he was the only one being cleaned in her bath. "I'm pleased to be your excuse, I suppose."

[st_allionofdoom]

"It's still My Highness' honor to wash my hair." She twisted his long locks into one, gathering them at the top of his head and then letting it all wash away with a spritz from the shower head. "And the rest of me, if he so desires."

[st_ratagem]

“Oh, my honor certainly.” Loki massaged the shampoo into her scalp and finger-combed it through the rest of her hair. Any excuse to touch her was a good one, though he didn’t actually need excuses. “But is it my Valkyrie’s pleasure?”

[st_allionofdoom]

"Silver tongue, golden fingers." Valkyrie repeated, tossing her head back indulgently, giving Loki's hair a little tug as she did before coating her hands in soap to run down his shoulders and arms. The muscles she felt there tightened and relaxed as he continued his meticulous work.

[st_ratagem]

Translation, probably: yes, more so if he talked. Out of some perversity of spirit, he stayed silent while he finished washing her hair, just enjoying her soap-slick hands on his skin and her hair sliding between his fingers. Beautiful and his.

Once the shampoo had been rinsed out completely and he’d opted to massage her neck and shoulders briefly before getting back to the business of alleged hygiene, then he said quietly, “I love you. For the record, in case I don’t say it aloud often in future.”

[st_allionofdoom]

Humming, Valkyrie’s shoulders rolled in rhythm with his fingers.

“And I, you.” Her voice began soft, but then rose to proclaim it to Loki and the universe they swelled within itself, “I love you. Never forget.”

[st_ratagem]

Intellectually, he’d probably known. Brunnhilde, unlike him, would see no reason to marry without love; her agreement was in itself a declaration. But it still seemed momentous: this woman loved him, and said so, without needing manipulation or tricks. “I won’t.”

He didn’t bother with soap when his hands started to trace muscles and stroke her skin, memorizing details he already knew. Actual washing could come later, or not, because the priority now was simply enjoying her. “And I know you won’t.”

[st_allionofdoom]

Back to simply basking in the presence of the other? Valkyrie had no qualms. She turned and leaned back in her chair of a fiancé, relishing the pleasant relative coolness of his skin against her back. "You'll have to refresh my memory regarding traditions." She remembered emotion more than ritual, barring the swords and the sheer length of it all.

[st_ratagem]

"The most lengthy and complicated part is generally the negotiation of the marriage contract." Loki traced her ribs and bent to kiss her shoulder. "Not so much for us. You have no dowry, I have no property, we've no current inheritances to settle for the future. My only family is Thor, with whom you're already aligned." All the advantages of the match were personal and emotional, which was more than enough. "The details of the ceremony would depend on how much ceremony we want."

[st_allionofdoom]

"The question is how much weight His Majesty will want to throw around in regards to ceremony." Lacing her fingers over Loki's, her chest shook in laughter. He, no doubt, would prefer an appropriately grand show for his own wedding even if Stark seemed reserved. "Myself? I could go all out."

[st_ratagem]

"White dress, fancy hair?" Loki laughed along with her. "Make sure there's enough honey mead to only drink that for a month?" It would be a lot, given her capacity. "Sacrifice a pig? Prepare for the wedding by running nude to a sauna with your attendants and switching yourself with a thin branch?"

He nipped her earlobe, mostly to put his voice right next to her ear. "It's our wedding. Thor needn't get a say. For me... it's the dues paid to be your husband. If you want all out, we'll go all out."

[st_allionofdoom]

A giddy shudder ran up her body (helped especially by the mention of a switch and copious drink) and Valkyrie pressed back hard against Loki as her imagination stirred.

"Call me perverse, but I'm fully prepared to assert myself to this god-forsaken universe. On both our terms." She nudged him with her elbow inquisitively, though she had a hard time imagining Loki wouldn't enjoy running amok for a day. Or a week.