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"Introduce me to your friend."
Jane followed the line of Valkyrie's gaze to where Darcy was approaching them. "Oh, no. I mean, yeah, of course I'm going to introduce you, but I... I don't know that Darcy is, you know—"
"Holy shit!" Darcy ran up to Jane, gaping. "You're so hot! And tall! I know you said, but wow. Jane? Are your boobs bigger, too? Seriously? Can I touch them?" Without waiting for an answer, her hands were already reaching for Jane's chest.
Valkyrie looked at Jane with a single, unimpressed raised eyebrow. "What was that you didn't know, again?"
"You're a king, right? How does that work?" Darcy asked.
"It's a title, like any other. Means I'm in charge." Val looked out across the sea, along the winding path they walked together.
Darcy pressed her lips together and nodded. "So, like, if you got married, that person would be a queen?"
"Sure. Are you looking to relocate to Norway?"
Darcy laughed, but there was a flush to her face that hadn't been there a moment earlier. "No. I don't know about Asgard, but Earth has a long history of king's mistresses."
Val smiled. "That's something to consider, isn't it?"
"I'm a genius." Darcy let her arms fall wide from her body as she let out a long sigh.
Val pressed a kiss to Darcy's bare rib. Her cheek brushed against Darcy's breast—what fine breasts they were. "You thought this was your idea?"
"Uh, yeah." She propped herself up on an elbow to look down at Val. "I'm willing to share credit."
Val smiled. She didn't really care who had thought of fucking first. "You know Jane didn't think you'd be interested."
Darcy sighed again. "That girl. Actual genius. Also, an idiot."
"I can't wait to gloat."
"I'll help."