[ He smiles into Chris's neck as he listens to him describe the direly boring meeting, bringing around one of his hands to lay flat on his chest and soak up the beat of his heart. He arches his back into the light touch down his spine, grateful for it. ]

My father would say it was a shame no one died in battle, it's a great honour for Asgardians to fall with a sword in their hand. The Valkyries guide their souls to Valhalla where they feast forever as the glorious dead.

[ Loki gives a soft snort, leaning back to offer up (oh, that's weird) a smile. ]

I, however, am glad your crew made it.