The bright colors of the Bifrost surrounded us and it was time to start my plan. I was so nauseous from nerves. If I messed this up, we would be dead...

"L.I.V.," I muttered to my suits A.I. "Activate space protocol." A second later, my hood turned into a mask, surrounding my head.

I reached over and grabbed Mjölnir off of Thor's wrist. He looked at me curiously, but knew I had a plan, so he let me. With one more deep breath, I smashed it into the side of the Bifrost.

"What are you-" a soldier reached out for me. Loki took out a dagger and cut the soldiers hand, making him retract it. I held Mjölnir against the Bifrost, creating a large hole, before kicking Thor and Loki through it.

I threw myself out next and tumbled into the darkness that was space. It was cold, so cold that the heaters in my suit did little keep me warm, but it was keeping me warm enough to stay alive. There was a pressure in my head that eventually knocked me unconscious. My fingers fell from Mjölnir's handle as I continued through space.

I woke up when I hit something hard and bounced. I whimpered at the pain, but was able to sit myself up. Once I was semi-siting up, I opened my eyes and looked around.

I was on Sakaar. Specifically, I was on the top of a metal ship. That was the hard surface I bounced off of.

The sky was dim from the setting sun. I looked up to see the dark pink wormhole I came out of. There were about a hundred smaller ones, like the one I came out of, and a very large, dark red, angry one, high in the sky about a mile to my left. The wormholes dumped all kinds of trash onto the planet.

"You have five seconds to get off my ship." A deep feminine voice told me. I turned my head to see a gorgeous woman with a darker complexion and white, intricate, lines painted on her face. She was angled away from me, sitting at the edge of her ship. I could only see her side profile, but it was enough.

Brunnhilde... an ex-Valkyrie from Asgard, known to Sakaar as Scrapper 142. I slowly pushed myself up, opting to sit back on my heels and take a breath. "Are you a fighter?" She asked me. I looked down at myself and hit a button to retract my mask, wiping some dirt from my hands after.

"Kind of." I groaned, dreading my next words. "I'm here to see the Grandmaster. Can you bring me to him?" I asked. She finally turned around, leaning back on her hand to look at me. She propped a leg up to rest her other arm on it, bottle in hand.

"Why do you want to see the Grandmaster?" She asked me curiously.

"Because it seems I'm stuck on Sakaar for a bit and it would be better to introduce myself now." I sighed. The ex-Valkyrie looked me over before seemingly making up her mind and pushing herself up into a standing position.

She was intimidating, I'd give her that and... so hot. Apparently, my type was a cocky attitude with a few sprinkles of trauma. She slowly made her way over to me, drinking the last few sips of her bottle, before tossing it over the edge of the ship to join the other trash down below.

Brunnhilde stopped in front of me before holding her hand out to me. When I just looked at her she chuckled and held her hand out a little farther. I glanced at her hand, I thought I was still a bit dazed from my fall, but I wasn't sure. I slowly took her hand and she pulled me to my feet.

"Well," she sighed with a smirk, "you're a looker, aren't you?" Brunnhilde asked, looking me dead in the eyes as she leaned over my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Are you sure you want to be taken to the Grandmaster? He tends to... like pretty things a bit too much." She explained, finally dropping my hand and it fell at my side. I was a bit flustered.

"I-uh- yes, I need to speak with him." I repeated. "Would you be able to take me?" I asked. She got a mischievous look in her eyes that could rival Loki's.

"I will take you in any way you want." She said smoothly before winking and turning away.

The ex-Valkyrie opened a hatch leading to the ship and gestured for me to follow. It took a few extra seconds to shake off her words. If only I wasn't in love with the god of lies...

"You coming?" She asked, amusement in her words. Double meaning... dirty minded. I shook it off and followed her into the ship.

It was actually a lot warmer in the ship. The night air of Sakaar had a chill to its breeze. I looked around, seeing bottles upon bottles of alcohol waiting to be drunk. Brunnhilde glanced back at me as she grabbed a bottle.

"Want one?" She asked me. I quickly shook my head.

"I don't think I should be speaking to the Grandmaster while under the influence." I explained. "I actually need my brain cells working for this." I joked. She nodded before popping the top of her drink off and taking a few massive sips.

"Got a name?" Brunnhilde asked me and took a lazy step forward.

"Sammee." I told her, not looking away from her eyes.

"So, Sammee," she started and walked passed me to the front of the ship, hitting a few buttons, "you're a fighter?" The ex-Valkyrie questioned, looking over her shoulder at me with a raised brow.

"Uh-ya, on-uh- on Midgard." I told her. Her eyebrows went up in shock.

"Midgard? You're Midgardian? How the hell did you get all the way to Sakaar?" She asked, one question after the other. I thought about my words. I needed her on my side, so the truth it was.

"Ok, Uhm, it's a long story." I said, looking down as I played with my fingers.

"We've got time." Brunnhilde told me and slowed the ship down to a stop. I looked up at her with a small chuckle before walking over to her and starting my story.

I told her where I was from, how I got to this universe, Odin's plan to use my life force as a battery, and how I ended up on Sakaar. I didn't tell her my relationship with Loki, though. She stared at me with a frown, looking over my suit.

"Well," she shrugged, accelerating the ship again, "it's not the weirdest thing I've heard." She told me. I blinked in surprise.

"Really?" I asked. She looked at me over her shoulder and ran her tongue over her teeth.

"Really." She said before facing forward to steer the ship. "So, I guess you know who I am then, huh?"

"Yes," I told her simply as she reached over and picked something up.

"Scrapper 142, I need clearance and an audience with the boss." She said into a device before addressing me. "Then, you know to keep your mouth shut about my past." Her words were sharp, a warning.

"Don't worry, it's not like telling anyone would benefit me." I said and leaned my shoulder against the wall. Brunnhilde turned her head to smirk at me.

"I'm really going to like you." She told me sincerely before slowing the ship down. "We're here."