The training room looked much like it had only three days prior, except all the cracks and rubble were in different places. This was because since Hulk had become Naomi's mentor in all things violent, the large concrete space had been broken and repaired again several times over. Once again, Naomi simply had to send a prayer to the poor servants who had to repair the space overnight so the Hulk could re-destroy it. It could be said, however, that the servants had a bit of an easier job since Valkyrie and Hulk met Naomi, since the more time he spent teaching her meant the less time he could throw his fists around.

It may have come as a surprise to some, and it certainly shocked Naomi, when the Hulk continued to insist on training Naomi, and after a day Valkyrie joined in. It was admittedly an odd dynamic between the three, since two of them could easily demolish the other one and instead chose to show her how to throw proper punches. Of course, Naomi wasn't a complete newbie to the world of combat, since moving to New York she had taken several self-defense classes, but the Marvel world of fighting worked a little different.

"Remember not to sway in your stance- stay grounded or I could easily-" Valkyrie moved a palm toward Naomi, who was currently bent in the battle stance Valkyrie had taught her. "Push you over." Valkyrie lightly pushed against Naomi's shoulder, and the woman rocked back slightly in response. Naomi nodded, checking herself to make sure her feet were shoulder-width apart, and her knees slightly bent to keep herself balanced. Glancing her over, Valkyrie grunted in satisfaction and moved into her own stance with the ease of one who had spent decades in battle. Naomi was jealous for a moment, and then remembered for the umpteenth time that she had been training for three days, and Valkyrie had literal centuries of practice under her belt, and also happened to be an alien warrior.

"Right, let's go one last time before I head out." Valkyrie said. The two women proceeded to begin a slow, spoken version of the sparring Valkyrie occasionally practiced with Hulk. She was a fair teacher, and Naomi had learnt quickly that as long as she made an honest effort, Valkyrie didn't much care if her punches weren't as strong as her own, or her kicks not as smooth. Or it could be that Valkyrie never seemed to care much about anything, and was always a little buzzed. Either way, it made for a relaxed teaching environment Naomi was thankful for.

For her training, and since Naomi didn't have any other clothes, Valkyrie had lended her an old set of combat armor that fit alright. It was very simple in style- a light brown enforced leather breastplate with straps going over her shoulders and connecting in the back. Her pants were fashioned of darker material that Naomi couldn't quite identify, but was fitted and easy to move in. A sturdy pair of leather boots that traveled up to her knees, and gloves with padded knuckles completed her new Sakaar-ian outfit. Though she would never admit it to anyone in this universe, it made Naomi rather giddy when she first tried it on- like she was a superhero too.

"I can see a gap in your defense." Valkyrie pointed out, not bothering to tell Naomi where her weakness was. Concentrating, Naomi shifted her fists until they were properly positioned, so she could easily block punched from any angle facing her. Valkyrie nodded, and continued the spar. After a series of slow kicks and punches that Naomi correctly blocked, she spotted an opening on Valkyrie's behalf- her right elbow was raised too high to protect her side, and Naomi moved in. Not bothering to curb her speed like Valkyrie did, she darted her fist into the opening, striking the Asgardian warrior under her ribs before pulling her arm back into her stance.

Valkyrie- who had not been affected by the blow at all- gave Naomi a tight smile that was warm none the less. "Good eye." She commented. Naomi returned the smile, even though she knew that the gap in Valkyrie's defense had been intentional. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that she had actually scored a hit on the woman. "Lets leave that there for now then." Valkyrie adjusted her breastplate, moving toward the weapons rack where she had stored her booze next to a couple of Hulk-sized maces. "I need to check the trash for the princes."

Naomi smirked at her casual tone, and followed her to the rack, where her own backpack held her much less adult choice of water bottles. Not that Naomi didn't enjoy a drink every now and then seeing as she was a couple years over the limit, but Valkyrie seemed to consume nothing other than booze. It was a little concerning, but seeing as she had actually been drinking less since she began teaching Naomi, she didn't bring it up. "I'll see you in a few." Naomi spoke as Valkyrie headed for the door- and sent a goodbye nod and smirk as a response.

"The big guy ought to be back soon- armor fitting doesn't take too long." She called out over her shoulder as she left. Naomi nodded with the knowledge, deciding to hang around the training room for a little bit in case Hulk showed up. Earlier in the day, he had made a point of wanting to continue his own training with Naomi before he had been pulled away by his champion duties. It had been almost comical when a skinny, stuttering little attendant had asked the Hulk to stop aggressively hitting his punching bag and come sit quietly for armor re-sizing. Naomi smiled slightly at the thought as she waited for her other mentor- who usually just liked to make her do strength training instead of sparring. He did show her how to dodge giant- albeit slow- fists though, which she supposed was helpful.

--------Valkyrie POV--------

The skies above the junkyard were already crowded with ships, but most knew to stay clear of the black and white patterned, higher quality ship flying low to the ground. Valkyrie was scanning the heaps of random garbage for the descriptions Naomi had given her- two men, one blonde and one with black hair, dressed in battle gear and probably bickering. That was the only bit Valkyrie remembered anyway, and it was more than enough for the junkyards. Not many people came crashing through the wormholes, just enough to keep the population at a steady rise. Of course, the contest of champions did its best to fight growing populations, but a gladiator right could only do so much.

From her pilots chair, Valkyrie kept two hands steady on the controls, watching for any signs of people fallen from the sky. After about ten minutes, it was beginning to get quite boring, and the must humanoid object she had come across was a trashy lamp. What she did see, however, was another scavenger ship slowly lowering to the ground, signaling that it had found something. With an open smirk, Valkyrie moved in on the other scrapper's find, circling the area where the ship had now landed.

The ship of scrappers opened, and about six of them emerged to come face-to-face with two men, who stood much taller than the lot of them. Though she couldn't hear anything, Valkyrie watched with amusement as the more burly of the two moved toward the group menacingly, a war hammer at his side. She had already figured that these were the two princes- everything was a dead giveaway- but it looked like things were about to get interesting, and Valkyrie was never one to miss some quality entertainment. So she waited, and hovered her ship over the scene.

The big one- Thor- she figured, had tried speaking to the scrappers, and Valkyrie scoffed. There was no use in bargaining, in fact, the more he talked with them, the likelier it was that they would try to attack. It made him seem weak. The smaller one- Loki- clearly figured that out, and already had two large knives out at the ready. Valkyrie would have been impressed, but his eerie likeness to his older sister made her stomach churn. Odin had some serious issues.

"Ah, there it goes." She muttered. The fight had begun- initiated by the scrappers and quickly finished by the princes. Thor took care of most of them with his magic hammer- which had been interesting to watch a hammer fly around and pummel people- and Loki took the rest with his blades, slicing his enemies open before they had a chance to retaliate. Once again, Valkyrie felt a sort of queasy respect for the younger prince- his fighting had a finesse that his brother lacked, and yet his long black hair and green robes didn't do him any favors in Valkyrie's eyes.

Now that the brothers had finished, they proceeded to do exactly as Naomi had predicted- bicker. That was almost more interesting than the fighting, when Thor simply gripped his hammer at his side as Loki put his fists on his hips in an almost feminine posture. Rolling her eyes with a scoff, Valkyrie finally landed in a relatively clear patch of dirt, raising a dust cloud as she did so. When the cockpit lid raised, she could see the two of them staring at her, tensed. For a second, Valkyrie simply stood and looked over the princes of Asgard with a critical eye. As she waited, the brothers shared a glance, and slid into fighting posture. It reminded Valkyrie of her previous 'sparring' with Naomi, and the corners of her lips twitched up.

"You're coming with me." She spoke with an air of confidence. Even if these men were princes, and technically she should be subject to them, they weren't on Asgard anymore. She didn't have to give them anymore respect than they deserved.

"Excuse me?" Loki spoke, looking incredulous that she would demand action from him. For some reason, Valkyrie felt the urge to punch him. Must be the rum. Or the hair.

Valkyrie repeated herself, and this time the other brother spoke up, probably hoping to avoid further conflict. Loki seemed ready to get his knives out again, which had disappeared into his sleeves somehow. "Who are you?" Thor asked, keeping his hammer down at his side in a show of good intention. Valkyrie radiated a different aura than the scrappers, and no doubt the prince figured she would be a harder fight.

"Naomi Swanson sent me." Valkyrie crossed her arms, and fought the urge to grin at their faces. The second she mentioned the woman's name, bother their eyebrows shot up, and Loki's lips even parted in surprise. Clearly, they knew her.

"Naomi is here then?" Thor asked with a smile. He seemed relieved, and Valkyrie decided that he was a good enough person. Good enough to let him ride in her ship until they got back to the tower, at least. Loki, on the other hand...

"Where is she?" Loki demanded, a glare contrasting with his brothers expression. Valkyrie rolled her eyes, making a mental note to hide her booze from him. She didn't like, nor trust the 'God of Mischief' as Naomi had called him. However, based on the way Naomi had spoken about him, she trusted the man a great deal.

Valkyrie had no idea why.

"I'm taking you to her, she's been waiting. Now hurry up." Valkyrie barked. With another glance to each other, the brothers made their way to her ship. Thor nodded to her as he entered, but Loki only seemed to judge her outfit. Indeed, as Valkyrie climbed back into her pilots seat- discreetly pushing her bottles under the control desk with her foot- she didn't know what Naomi saw in him.