BW:F Chapter 10

Valkyrie wears the spectacular robes that pass for casual clothes in Asgard.

Nat, of course, wears black panties and nothing else. Her hands cover her bulge, pushing her boobs together as her still-wet hair drips on her shoulders. She’s red from the hot water. The Black Widow isn’t supposed to be caught off-guard this way, but nobody’s ever tried to ambush her with the Bifrost before.

“Hi,” she says.

Valkyrie looks her up and down, her eyes lingering on Nat’s bare breasts.

“Sorry to intrude,” she says, taking another long drink. She doesn’t really sound as though she means it. “I heard you had an Asgardian problem.”

That is so like Tony. To act like a dick, then pass the message along anyway.

“I’m going to kill Tony,” Nat says, wide-eyed.

“Can’t help you with that. Thor likes him.”

“That’s not the problem,” Nat grumbles. She closes her eyes, masters her humiliation, and moves her hands to reveal the bulge in her panties.

Valkyrie’s eyes light up.

“Oh dear,” she says, breaking into a wide smile. “Loki’s done that to you, hasn’t he?”

“How’d you know?” Nat demands, covering it again.

“He threatens it all the time,” Valkyrie replies, waving a hand. “I pranked him a few times to get him to do it to me, but he never would. He knew I wanted to try it.”

“Can you get rid of it?”

“I have a sword. I didn’t bring it with me.”

“Not like that!”

“Darling,” Valkyrie says, looking vaguely pitying. Then she gets a new look, one that Nat knows well. Valkyrie has just had an idea that she likes. “Well, I suppose I do know someone who might be able to help.”

“That would be appreciated,” Nat says tightly.

“You don’t like it?”

Nat hesitates, glancing downward. “I don’t exactly mind,” she admits. “But it’s a complication that I don’t need. This thing will only cause problems.”

“More’s the pity.” Valkyrie shrugs and waves her tankard, spilling a little of something foamy. There’s another flash of rainbow light and Lady Sif appears. She’s wearing something sort of like a toga, but much sexier than Valkyrie’s rather glamorous robes. She’s holding a jeweled chalice.

“Is it happy hour in Asgard?” Nat asks irritably.

“It’s always happy hour in Asgard,” Valkyrie replies. “This is Sif. Sif, this is an Earth warrior.”

“We’ve met,” Sif says, frowning. “What’s the problem?”

“She’s upset Loki.”

“Good for her.”

“No, really upset him. Show her,” Valkyrie says with a snort.

Blushing, Nat looks away and moves her hands a second time.

“Oh,” Sif says, her eyes lighting up, just like Valkyrie’s did a moment ago. She laughs. “Yes. That will happen. He did it to me as well. What did you do?”

“Stopped him from taking over Earth,” Nat replies.

Sif and Valkyrie nod, looking sympathetic.