st_allionofdoom | Piss Off, Ghost

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loki,
valkyrie

Piss Off, Ghost

When the polite knock came at her door, Valkyrie was there waiting beside it to open it in short order.

"You came." She gave him a thin smile and a little cock of the head--the subject of her ire fretting about in the background, popping in and out of view. Every reverberating phrase was like chicken scratch on the inside of Valkyrie's head. It did not cut deep but it was incessant. Valkyrie rolled up the sleeves of her loose sweater and stepped to the side to allow her guest entrance to a one-ghost-woman choir of grumbling at the male presence.

"This is a friend of mine. He'll be joining us for the afternoon." Valkyrie's announcement fell on indignant, incorporeal ears but she announced it purely out of spite.

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"That was a plea to show off if I've ever heard one." Valkyrie extended her hand, figuring if they could trade blows, they could bear to hold hands for a few seconds.

“Sometimes I like having an audience other than myself.” Victims and targets, of course, didn’t count as an audience.

Loki took the offered hand and promptly teleported them both to just outside his door. His privacy wards probably wouldn’t have interferes with the spell, as Thor had proved able to pop in and out as he pleased, but there was no sense taking chances.

He did release Valkyrie’s hand after arrival, of course. Of course. Not doing so would have been more petty than he currently wanted to be, and releasing her hand meant he could use his to unlock and open the door. “Feel free to explore and judge.”

"Not terrible." Immediately left Valkyrie's lips as she passed the threshold and the lack of loud, swirling colors made itself apparent. She was even given to the color scheme that aligned with her own, though the ingratiatingly fanciful touch was still there. Passing by the king bed on the ground floor (that was clearly Loki's and she wasn't tipsy enough to crack any jokes about sharing that) and ascended the blue steps to the second floor.

"Are you sure you haven't curried favor from the powers that be?" She had seen Thor's room. It was far, far more agonizing than Loki's. Two floors, three beds, a tasteful-ish aesthetic and a balcony with a landscape view of the land.

Loki followed her into the room, noting where she went but putting no restrictions on her. There was virtually nothing personal in the room anywhere. Between not-always-banished ghosts and at least one person (Thor) who could pop in as he pleased, it was better to keep anything personal over there rather than trust to anyone’s manners.

“Moderately sure. If I have, I’ve no idea how.” And it would be a good thing to know, if he ever had to suck up to their jailers directly. “I sleep in the double more often than not, but I rotate enough that it hardly matters. You would have your choice. If you were wondering.”

Valkyrie leaned over the railing, peering down below at Loki's figure. Cocking her hair to one side, her hair fell in a smooth curtain over one shoulder. She couldn't dissect his thoughts just by looking, as much as she'd like to.

"I'm fine with a spot on the floor with room for my sword." A little arch of the brow. "I don't take up much space."

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Even if she was being serious, it was a ridiculous idea, sleeping on the floor when better options were available. “I have some standards of hospitality, so pick a bed.”

Seeing Loki insist upon anything so domestic was new, and she had to huff in soft laughter. If Valkyrie was inclined, she could easily find it as a cause for suspicion.

'I've gone along this far. Why start asking questions now?' "Fine." Valkyrie stepped backwards from the railing, escaping view as she fell back into a sit on the single. "I'll take the small one."

"Fine." Of course, if she left the room getting back in would require a key, but while Loki was willing to share his space for the night, he was nowhere near sure he wanted to go the distance of a spare key.

Well, that might be what illusory duplicates were for. "Sleep well when you do, I suppose?"

Valkyrie rustled about, removing her folded armor from her back as well as her sword, placing them onto the spot beside her. The knives remained hidden on her person.

"If you bring someone in, don't mind me. I've already seen you in action." She called to the floor below, zipping down her sweater.

After a second to recall what he'd heard, Loki laughed. Sakaar and this Grandmaster, yes. It was very slightly annoying to lack his own context on something that both Thor and Valkyrie knew, but not unduly. On the whole, a better reaction seemed to be 'continue to look forward to that experience'.

It helped somewhat that the more he heard, the more fun it sounded like he was going to have. "Not impressed, I take it? No matter. I doubt I'll be having company tonight."

Setting her sweater to the side with the rest, Valkyrie stretched her bare arms up, left in a loosely hanging tank top. "I don't recall. I had a bottle in hand and I stumbled in one of the orgies. Didn't stick around long." It had happened on more than one occasion. The Grandmaster never noticed, though Topaz was another story. The woman accusing Valkyrie doing it on purpose still made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

"I'm sure you were fine." May as well be polite to the host.

Loki rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see it, then sent an illusion up to speak more personally. At least until it seemed like a good idea to climb the stairs himself. In the meantime, his physical body settled to read. "I imagine I will be. In my experience, that kind of deal only holds as long as one side is satisfied with what the other offers."

All things told, it should have been a damn sight more awkward to discuss The Prince’s bedpost notches, but neither of them were the type to get shy about much of anything. Valkyrie regarded the double with an agreeable shrug and laid back.

“So. Two little favors or a medium favor.” She nodded for him to take a seat, not minding more of the company. “Don’t be shy.”

Loki sighed. "You and Thor, hung up on physical presence." He dismissed the illusion above, his book below, and climbed the stairs.

He didn't mind keeping her company, but a little annoyance seemed called for. "I don't need anything from you at present. Though it might be best if we decided what small and medium favors might entail?"

Valkyrie crosses one knee over the other, smiling at Loki as he acquiesced and ascended to join her. “My dignity stays intact.”

“Shall I ask you to define dignity, or do you trust me to ecognize and abide?” It was serious enough question even if it was delivered lightly and in an almost teasing tone.

“No dress-up. No demeaning tasks” One of the twin daggers had made an appearance in her grip, which she gestured lazily at him with. “Questions are on the table.”

“Fair enough. I’ll add that a small favor should be something easy for you, even if it isn’t for me.” Helping people get something like equity in a deal with him, what was the universe coming to? Ah well, he was earning some goodwill out of it, maybe. “Neither the spell nor the bed for the night were difficult propositions.”

Valkyrie’s chest shook with another huff of laughter. Apparently she shared in Loki’s bemusement at the entire situation. She tapped the butt of the knife with her quick fingers, spinning it about—stopping on a dime right as the blade pointed towards the man.

“Deal.”

He almost asked if she was somehow bored already, but he’d already learned that she was the physical type. Poking and prodding a blade was better than poking and prodding at him, wasn’t it? “Most likely it’ll stay on the books for a while. This place tends to take care of needs, and I’m accustomed to shifting for myself in any case.”

“Joy.” Her tone was dry, though not exactly bitter. She’d take the feelings moment by moment. Easiest way to stay sane with the situation she’d found herself in.

Not every day one could say the God of Mischief was a pillar of stability. And Valkyrie wasn’t quite ready to admit as much out loud. She slipped the knife back into whatever intimate location it had made its home in, rolling onto her side to face Loki in a leisurely slouch.

“I’ll fancy a nap. Wake me if something exciting happens.”

“Nothing will.” Loki rose and turned to go. “Sleep well.”

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