Loki slid an arm around Bo's waist, because he wanted to touch her and because it would anchor her. Hopefully it would keep her from going after Valkyrie, who seemed blessedly steadier. The spell had done its job.

"She's from my future," he said close enough to Bo's temple that his lips brushed her skin when he spoke. It was another way to keep her focus on him, and also bleed off a little of the desire raised by being touched by a hungry Bo without mental screens up. "Apparently parts of it are very interesting for me. Valkyrie, if you're going, you should go." She was right about the wisdom of leaving, for a variety of reasons. "I suspect I'm going to be occupied for quite a while."