Space

Meanwhile, in a wasteland of scrap parts and lost curios halfway across the stars, a pair of bare feet landed in the muck.

Lady Sif, pride of Asgard and commander of the Warriors Three who lie deceased, shook her head and got her bearings. She thought for a moment that she had been struck down by the bearing heat, and when she had looked down....she was no more. She had come to Sakaar in search of help, and maybe Thor. Her heart ached for his plight and perhaps.....no. She had duty. That would have to suffice.

Which is why it was curious that she found herself feeling much better, by the by. Except- all at once she felt the mud between her toes, and realized her complete lack of armor- or clothing. She didn't really want to look. But she did

Her brown eyes scanned over her two white mounds just covered by her long dark hair.

The trim and inviting curves of her bare stomach and waist. Her long dancer's legs. She was in great shape, being a dancer of the combative sort. She slammed both hands over her exposed naked pussy and growled.

"Oh, for Bor's sake!"

Deep in the arctic ocean, beneath a labyrinth of frost. A bright light collects and sinks to the depths, sending ripples of distortion for miles around. And it sinks, and so accelerates, racing toward the dark, cold unknown. And the water is calm again.

The blue singularity rested in the deep. And rested well.

Jessica blinked, dazed. She rustled her hands through her dark luxurious hair and went back to making her drink. PTSD was a bitch, and a weird one at that. She had actually thought she was vanishing, turning to dust. A shrink might tell her she was feeling out of control. Horseshit.

"Are you going to be long? My son and I aren't here to wait on YOU."

The stuffy single parent from the next room, that's right. Ex-wife wouldn't pay for college, so he needed some dirt. Jessica sighed, rolled her broad shoulders and shot down her scotch in one go.

"Coming, assholes, I'm-"

Jessica took another step and felt the cool sensation of tile under her apparently bare feet.

And the bounce of her apparently bare boobs. And the wind coming through the window swatting playfully at her rear end.

"......n-naked?!?", Jessica whispered, eyes wide.

"Miss Jones! What is the meaning of this?"

Jessica came back to earth to the lovely sight of her client and his teenage son feasting their eyes on her nude, lovely body.

The boy wore a grin the size of the state of Texas and his eyes were twice the size.

Jessica threw a hand over each breast, and made for her chair. She sat her bare tush down and winced at the wood. She pulled two bare legs up underneath her, pulled her chair close to the desk to shield her well trimmed bush, and stared straight ahead.

Two words managed to escape her pursed lips.

"Get. Out."

If looks could kill? She'd be in even deeper water than she was now.

Red faced, the man dragged his son with no small effort out of the office. He never turned around until he was out the door.

Jessica put her head in her hands and groaned. Why was life so WEIRD? And why was naked?!

FUCK.

She needed a drink.

Valkyrie thrashed and threw herself away from whatever foul presence had overtaken her mind. Surely this was a trick.

And then she stopped, and she wore a grin. OF course! LOKI! So the plan had worked.

She could move on with her part of the mission. She continued to wear a smug and satisfied expression as she motioned for the refugees behind her to follow.

"It's alright! It was nothing but a trick! A sign! He's using his powers to show us that he's alright. I'd have fun with it myself if I had such an ability."

Then she noticed whimpering, followed by shrieks of......surprised tinged with something else. It didn't sound like danger....

Valkyrie opened her eyes and lifted her head. "Into this one!", she pointed at the run-down looking building ahead. There were reputable and disreputable establishments on Contraxia. This was not one of the former. But these guys were the best at moving people from one side of the galaxy to another. Means to an end, Valkyrie supposed.

A short, stubby sort of humanoid came out the front, and his beady little eyes sparkled. And then he began to laugh.

Valkyrie frowned, and reached to draw her sword. And her hand hit hip. Bare hip.

And suddenly she could feel the numbness from standing in the snow run up her shaky legs.

She felt a snowflake land on her chest, and melt, streaming down her......WHAT?!

She turned around, and caught several of her charge checking out her plump backside, some of the women looking away, while the other (and noticeably exclusively female) half were as denuded as she.

She was no longer wearing a look of satisfaction. She wasn't wearing a thing.

A petite blonde and brunette were huddling together, unaware of their breasts pressing up.

Valkyrie looked forward again, crossed one leg over the other, put an arm over her breasts. And smiled awkwardly at the little man.

"Let's keep this between us, okay love?"

Her face turned to dismay when he turned and knocked on the door. A window opened above, and at least five of his friends joined his guffawing and leering.

Valkyrie began to whimper as well.

To be continued.....