The Valkyrie of Old.

“Wait. Hold up, slow down, what?” Kate scrambled back from the sword, crashing into the trunk as she did her best to stand, and as realisation hit her - “King Valkyrie? Holy - thank god, someone I know - well, heard of, but still - and please can you move your sword?”
King Valkyrie took no hesitation, moving as Kate did, the blade fluid as it stayed against Kate’s throat. She tilted her head, and her companions watched her, waiting for her cue. “I’m sorry, tribute. Perhaps I misheard you. King? You’re usually a submissive lot - comes with the role - but I am pretty certain that amounts to treason… If a flattering sort.”
Kate crossed her right arm across her breasts, her left resting between her thighs, slightly crouched, feeling very ****, not simply because of the sword. “You’re the King, though? Of New Asgard, after the Blip. Thor left for space. I keep meaning to visit - it sounds so cool - but been busy, not sure why I’m telling you all this, of course you know - and please, the sword.”
Valkyrie blinked. “Excuse me. New Asgard? Explain.”
“You really don’t know anything about what I’m saying?” Kate met Valkyrie’s eyes, and saw a mix of amusement and confusion. “Oh. Oh god, is this the past?”
It made sense, Kate supposed. She’d been so violently transported somewhere, and as far as she knew, there was only one Valkyrie left, not hordes of them.
But the past… Not only was she far from home - now, even if she made it back to New York… It wouldn’t be New York for hundreds of years.
Kate slumped down, as best she could, with a sword following her every movement.
Valkyrie crouched down to inspect Kate more. “You seem confused. Though you lit the fire under the Ash of Invitation, and you are bare. So you must have known what that would lead to.”
It had been a little convenient, a perfect ring of dirt and stone, ready for a crackling spark, but Kate had been exhausted. Still was. She sighed.
“Brunnhilde.” A woman, slightly shorter than Valkyrie - Brunnhilde, Kate supposed - stepped forward. Her hair flowed in curls down her shoulders, and Brunnhilde turned slightly to look at her, fondness in her eyes. “Brunnhilde, it’s only been weeks. Hela hasn’t told us of another hunt. I know she demands her worship, and I would never question that. But she really does seem confused.”
Valkyrie frowned - only slightly - but enough to give Kate a shard of hope… Until she shook her head.
“Perhaps she is, Ingrid. But Hela is… Hela. I would never doubt her. And besides - I wouldn’t risk it, anyway.”
Ingrid nodded, stepped back, but Kate could see, barely a shift, but there, the slightness of a frown on her face.
Kate knew her chances were running out, and fast. “Hey, come on - you don’t need to hunt me. We can talk this out, yeah! You’re Asgardians, grab some mead, have a chat about the realms, use some space magic to get me home-”
But Brunnhilde was not listening. She stood back, and raised her arms to the surrounding warriors, sword in the air - but Kate knew better than to try and dash away yet.
“We are Valkyrie! We protect the Realms Eternal, serve under Hela, heir to Asgard itself. We defend those who need it, carry warriors to the next world… And, in thanks, you Midgardians provide volunteers.” Brunnhilde’s voice was ceremonial, and well practised.
“We chase them. Some escape - and they shall join our ranks, defending their villages, mortal, but honoured!” The Valkyrie cheered at this.
“And for those who don’t, we shall honour them in a different way. For we are Valkyrie! We defy **** and bring it! And carry those for whom **** comes to the next. Our Commander is the goddess of ****. And nothing short of that shall satisfy her. We shall hunt!” Another cheer, and Brunnhilde moved in closer, focused fully on Kate again.
“So know, dear tribute, even as you feel fear, that your end shall protect your realm, satisfy our Mistress, and - to be selfish - give us a nice thrill on a rather quiet day.”
Brunnhilde smiled. And showed an awful lot of teeth.
“I’m not a volunteer! I’m not from here, I’m-” Kate stood again - “I’m from the future, I think. Can you just let me explain?”
But she wasn’t listening. “Valkyrie!” she yelled, her voice booming, proud. “Prepare.”
And the warriors were stripping, armour and straps and fabrics falling to the ground, all as bare as Kate was before she knew it.
Despite the circumstances, Kate couldn’t help but stare. The women were all muscled, strong, and beautiful, like a secret fantasy brought to lurid life.
And in the front, now simply holding her sword, utterly confident in her nudity, was Brunnhilde. Her arms were powerful, her legs too. Black hair curled at her nether regions, and Kate could not look away, until Brunnhilde spoke, to Kate once more.
“Give us a good chase, and then maybe I shall hear your plea. Better start running.”
And so Kate did.