Hitting the bed, she let out a soft growl. She definitely was not opposed to any surface or position - one might be hard pressed to find a "new" experience for her in this particular category - but there was something about a bed that spoke to her on a instinctive level. Her hands tangled in his hair possessively and encouragingly. Despite all of Loki's declarations that he was heartless, he was attentive, though she was vaguely aware it might be on for a purely selfish reason. She was okay with it most definitely.