A Russian in King Odin's Court

Five minutes later, Natasha was sat in the back of a spaceship, Sif at the controls. She had been given a blanket to wrap around her naked body.

"Asgard?" Natasha said, "Where Thor came from?"

"The very same." Sif replied, piloting them out of Knowhere. "Although Thor isn't there right now, he's on Earth. And so are you."

"I thought I might be."

"You're from the future."

"You got me. Speaking of getting me, why did you come for me?"

"We knew you were here, and that you shouldn't be. One of the responsibilities of Asgard is protecting the nine realms from things that shouldn't be there, and that includes unexpected time travellers."

"How did you find me?"

"We have a sentry who sees everything in the universe."

"Everything?"

"Oh, yes. So I was sent to get you, and help you return where and when you came from."

"Return?" Natasha jumped up, then hastily grabbed at her slipping blanket.

"Tonight." Sif smiled, "After we feast. It's something of a tradition in Asgard."

The two of them in their spacecraft passed through a jump point, and arrived at the gleaming city of Asgard. Sif landed the ship, and fifteen minutes later Natasha had been given quarters to rest in and, more importantly, clothing. Natasha lay down on an enormous, plish bed, and fell asleep.

Natasha woke up to an orange sunset streaming through her window, and the sound of revelry from outside. She realised the feast she had been invited to had already started, and she was late. She jumped out of the bed and padded across the floor to her wardrobe. She pulled the first dress she found, a dark blue flowing gown, and slipped it on. There was a selection of shoes in the bottom of the wardrobe, and she stepped into a gold pair.

Natasha left her quarters, and headed towards the sounds of partying. A servant girl in the corridor smiled and offered her a tray of glasses, Natasha accepted one and drank what turned out to be a very strong alcoholic drink which which made her head spin.

Wishing she had waited until eating something before drinking, Natasha stepped into the great hall, smiling. Asgardians looked in her direction, she noticed Sif waving at her and smiling back, so headed towards her.

Another serving girl passed Natasha, she stepped to the side to dodge her and her gown tangled around her feet, Natasha found herself falling to the floor.

She looked up from where she had fallen, brushing her long red hair from her face. Natasha pushed herself up, trying to rearrange her gown, which had slipped about, and plastered a smile back on her face.

"I had heard you were graceful." Sif laughed.

Natasha tried to laugh off her graceless pratfall, and made her way around the table to sit with Sif. As she sat, she was handed another glass of the strong drink. Seeing the Asgardians lift their glasses to her and drink she followed suit, although her head was getting fuzzier. She shook off the feeling and, seeing a plate of bread across the table, reached for it so she would have something to eat with the ****.

The fastenings on the front of the gown slid open, Natasha's large bare breasts spilling out. She looked down and blinked in surprise at the sudden unveiling of the curve of her chest, her pink nipples starting to harden in the cool evening air. Asgardians around her laughed and cheered at the sight, and Natasha gave up on the bread and struggled with her dress, trying to refasten it but finding it more difficult with her head spinning.

"Our special guest," Natasha looked up, realised an important-looking woman in an ornate dress and jewellery was speaking, and drawing everyone's attention to her, "one of the heroes who fights by the side of my son Thor, Natasha Romanoff."

Looking around, Natasha saw herself the centre of attention. She grabbed at her misbehaving dress, tugging it closed over her breasts and holding it there, and awkwardly got to her feet to acknowledge the attention.

There was a harsh ripping noise from somewhere. Natasha blushed, knowing something was wrong but not able to figure out how bad it was. To the amusement of the other guests, she quickly took her seat again, looking over her dress until she found on the side, an oval of pale pink flesh revealed through a large hole.

"Something wrong?" Sif murmured, smiling.

"This dress is falling apart!" Natasha replied, louder than she had intended, "I need to go and change!"

"You can't leave now!" a blonde woman in a white dress said from Natasha's other side, "The feast goes on for a night and a day!"

"And sometimes another night." Sif added.

Natasha groaned. That was a lot longer than she expected her gown to last, as she still tried and failed to fasten the front. Natasha looked at the table in front of her, which contained a lot more **** than food. She really wanted something to alleviate her dizziness.

A serving girl passed behind her, carrying a tray. Natasha quickly raised to her feet, turning to catch the girl.

Another tearing sound, and this time a breeze around her backside told Natasha to fear the worst, as the gown had ripped over the seat and revealed her bare rear end underneath. She turned her head, and was just able to see the curve of her well-proportioned rear sticking out through a triangular rent in the fabric, next to a torn-off section snagged on her chair. Natasha had not seen any apparent underwear in her chambers, and had been **** to ask what Asgardian women wore under their dresses. She regretted that now.

More of the guests were noticing what was happening and reacting with loud amusement, so Natasha quickly sat down. Unfortunately she did not think to free the snagged material from the chair first and the rip tore open more, racing around to the front and coming dangerously close to taking the whole bottom half of the dress off.

Seeing the state her gown was in, Natasha groaned and sank her head down on the table.

She became aware of movement around her, and realised someone had spoken to her. Natasha looked up, and saw the Asgardians filing out of the room.

"Sif? What's...?" Natasha realised Sif wasn't next to her anymore, and she saw her heading out of the room with the others. Natasha grabbed at the remnants of her gown, tugging to skirt upwards to try and close the large hole, and pulling the top half closed with her other hand. She joined the back of the crowd heading out of the hall.

Lady Sif paused at the bottom of the stairs outside. She had told Natasha they were going outside and had thought she would be right behind her. Sif looked around and saw the Avenger at the top of the stone staircase, struggling to keep the dark blue fabric covering her body.

Natasha looked down at the Asgardians, who were on a large balcony overlooking a lake. She took a step downwards.

It turned into a big step, and Natasha fell head over heels, bumping down the steps, losing her grips on the dress. Steps, sky and feet swirled in front of her eyes until she landed sprawled on the balcony surrounded by a curious and amused crowd. The fall had been too much for her tattered gown to survive, most of the rest of the stitching having fallen apart and leaving her body completely exposed. Her shoes, likewise, had been lost somewhere, slipping from her feet as she fell. Above the heads looking down at her, Natasha could see a spectacular fireworks display starting up.

"Ow." Natasha groaned.

Sif, suppressing laughter, reached a hand down. Natasha took it and got to her feet, dusting herself down, her hands brushing against her generous breasts, toned and flat stomach, her triangle of curly red pubic hair.

"Perhaps it's time we sent you on your way." Sif suggested.

Sif led Natasha below the palace, into a vault of extraordinary objects.

"Don't pay too much attention to most of these," Sif advised, "being from the future, they'll just create plotholes. Aha!" she stopped in front of something that looked like a large, ornate mirror, although the glass was opaque and glowing slightly. "The Siege Perilous. This will return you to your rightful time and place."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Good luck in the future, Natasha."

"Thanks." Natasha released a hand she had been covering her breasts with, and shook the hand Sif was holding out. Then she turned back to the Siege Perilous, which was glowing more intently.

"Step inside." Sif instructed. Natasha took a deep breath and stepped into the object, her bare foot going straight in. The feeling of cold surrounding her bare ankle gave her a sudden thought.

"Wait, can I get another outfit to..." Natasha was sucked inside the Siege Perilous, falling sideways into the light.

Natasha was looking down on herself, standing on the time platform. As she watched, the her she was looking at shrank away and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the current Natasha landed on the platform.

She got up, looking around at her Avengers comrades gathered around. She saw many eyes opening wide, and mouths forming into grins at the sight of Natasha's stark naked body.

"Uh..." Natasha grabbed at her crotch and breasts, hiding them behind her hands, "It's a long story. Could someone grab me a robe?"