Annette: A French college student

Annette Cimone yawned as she stared down at her notebook full of physics equations. She hated the fact that she was required to take classes in science and mathematics, she was a history major, one specializing in Nordic history at that. Annette was fairly average for her age, five-foot five with dirty blond hair and brown eyes, she had modest breasts and a firm ass. While she wouldn't turn heads or make her classmates consider cheating on their partners Annette wasn't a prude, she'd had several romantic relationships and a couple of one night stands. She found sex to be enjoyable but not something she would devote her life to or actively seek out, it only came about when she'd had too much to drink.

Pulling herself away from the textbook she cast her gaze out the window and over the city of Rouen. Perhaps having to study physics was a small price to pay since her parents were helping to cover university expenses and rent for a small apartment in a building that overlooked one of the most important cities in French history. She even had her own bathroom and balcony, she had to count her blessings for that. As her eyes lingered on the night sky Annette noticed a shooting star, while she wasn't the sort of person to make wishes Annette didn't know just how much one shooting star might change her life.

The shooting star was, in fact a Valkyrie sent to search all of France for the perfect women to join the maidens of Valhalla. Carried aloft by her silvery wings the Valkyrie made a beeline for the nearest city, Rouen. As she approached the outskirts of the city, the she spotted a five story brick structure, sticking out above the smaller suburban homes and businesses. Circling around, she spotted the light of Annette's desk lamp through the window and decided to take a closer look.

"She's certainly cute, some of the warriors may want someone who's not overtly sexual. Though she'll have to get used to less modest clothing." The Valkyrie mused. "I guess this one will be a good gauge of how other Midgardians will react." With that the Valkyrie landed on Annette's balcony and knocked on the glass.

The sudden knocking shook some energy back into Annette, as she got up she thought "who on Earth needs me at this hour of the night." Reaching the front door she looked out into the hallway only to find that no one was there, but then knocking came again, causing her to spin around and face the window. If it were physically possible, Annette's jaw would have fallen to the floor like a cartoon character upon seeing the Valkyrie. A woman who physically stood about six inches taller than Annette with large silver wings. Her hair shone like gold threads the way the desk lamp caught her and every muscle on her body was well toned. Her D cup breasts hung securely inside her robe and Annette could swear she'd seen something twitch between the woman's legs. The visitor was dressed in a long white robe and over that she wore a metal corset with golden trim. About the visitor's waist was a leather belt, with several leather pouches. On her feet were boots made of the finest leather and an elaborate golden necklace hung from her neck. "Did I drink something tonight?" Stopping halfway she looked up on top of the cupboard but the bottle of wine she'd received from a friend was still there. "I hope this isn't some elaborate prank." Annette thought as she unlocked the balcony door and slid it open.

"Can I help you?" Annette asked, studying the Valkyrie and her attire. The interaction immediately became awkward as the Valkyrie didn't understand French in the slightest.

"Do you understand me? If not I can help you." The Valkyrie replied, pulling the pouch of magic powder from her belt. Annette, with her background in Norse history understood some of what she'd just heard, specifically the word "help" but didn't know how to respond. She was about to say something about getting a notepad but the instant she opened her mouth the Valkyrie blew a pinch of silvery dust into her face, resulting in Annette coughing and in the process inhaling some of the powder. "Oh my goodness, I didn't know it would hurt you like that." If the powder caused this kind of coughing she was worried how it might affect others.

"I'm not hurt its just unexpected... wait, I can understand you. What did you do?" Annette was shocked, just a second ago she could only understand a couple of words this woman had said.

"Oh thank Freya you weren't hurt." The Valkyrie said, "I apologize for how sudden that was. I wish to speak with you but I couldn't understand a word you said. I used some of the magic powder Odin gave us to aid in our mission. May I come inside, please?"

"How do I know this isn't some sort of trick?" Annette asked, still skeptical of the woman who stood before her.

"My dear, I am Valkyrie not one of Loki's servants, I'm not here to trick you." She replied. Annette sighed, clearly this woman wasn't leaving until she'd been allowed inside to talk to Annette about her mission, with that, she stepped out of the doorway and motioned for the Valkyrie to come inside.

"So what is it you want?" Annette asked, turning around her desk chair and taking a seat.

"I am Embla Skadi, one of Odin's Valkyries and I have come with a special offer for you miss..." Embla stopped and silently cursed herself, she didn't even know the name of this girl and she was about to ask her to take on a lifetime of service to the gods.

"My name is Annette, Annette Cimone."

"I have a special offer for you Annette, how would you like to serve the warriors of Valhalla?" Embla regained her composure in an instant and continued with the lines she'd rehearsed the whole way here.

"Serve them in what way? Take up a sword and reclaim the kingdom of France?" Annette tried to make a joke about Joan of Ark but quickly realized that Embla would have no way of understanding that joke and that was reflected in the quizzical look Embla gave her. "Sorry, sorry, not the time for a joke."

"No, if you go with me you will serve as a maiden in Valhalla, providing the warriors with everything they need be it food, drink, or other services." Embla replied as she reached into the other pouch on her belt and withdrew a gold coin, giving it to Annette. On one face was Thor's hammer Mjolnir, on the other was a more puzzling sight, a woman with her arms outstretched. Her breasts were comically large and between her legs was what appeared to be a cock that stretched past her knees. "Consider my offer Annette, I will return in three days for the coin."