"Asgard. My duty." As Loki caught up, she acknowledged him with a nod upwards. "My way, naturally. All feet on the ground. That's all."

She could have continued on to nowhere in particular, but Valkyrie lingered. The view was refreshing to the eyes and it allowed to get a survey of the surrounding terra.

"How wrapped up you are in Asgard is something I'm still figuring out. You do things your own way." She shrugged, wearing a half-smile. She didn't trust Loki a fraction of the distance she could throw him right up until his dynamic entrance with The Statesman. It was unspoken, but her relationship with his sheer unpredictability was a love-hate one.