@the-fire-that-burns
When she’d come to Earth, Valkyrie had done so with the intention of meeting no other Asgardians. Unfortunately, that was hardly the case. New York in particular seemed home to more than a few of them, and while Thor had proven to be far more tolerable than she’d expected, his brother was decidedly not. When Loki showed up at the club just after one of her fights, she was far from happy to see him, a fact she figured had been made clear with the bottle she tossed in the general direction of his head upon his arrival. Unfortunately, he was a stubborn, irritating being, and for whatever reason, it seemed he had no desire to leave.
Truth be told, Valkyrie was almost relieved when she stepped outside to find a particularly large crowd of demons surrounding the club. Because of its proximity to the city’s boarders -- something the club had used to rake in more business since the city’s separation from Earth by claiming it made the fights more challenging, somehow -- it wasn’t rare for demons to trickle in during the later hours. Retrieving her sword from her back, Valkyrie greeted the sight with a wide smile, turning to Loki with a quirk of her brow. “If you’re going to hang around, you may as well make yourself useful,” she told him. She had no real desire to team up with Loki, but she’d rather get home sooner rather than later in order to give herself time to drink herself into a stupor before the morning’s arrival. Plus, there was always the possibility that he may be killed by the hoard, which was far too tempting to pass up. In any case, he could hardly speak while fighting, and that made his company far more bearable.