Poor Bruce was having a difficult time not panicking. He woke up after who knows how long to meet a strange woman- who insisted the Hulk was nice- found out he was on an alien planet, and was now face to face with a man who tried to forcibly take over the world a few years back. And he still didn't have any clothes other than the Hulk's giant pants.

With a great sigh, Naomi ushered Bruce further into the room so she could enter after him, and shut the door. Unfortunately, Thor appeared to be missing at the moment, so Bruce was alone with two strange women in armor, and the previously insane God of Mischief. The silent tension in the room was killing Naomi, even though Loki seemed to be reveling in it. She briefly remembered a time when just being in the same room as some of the Marvel heroes sent her cheeks ablaze, but at the moment Naomi was just exasperated at their antics.

"Bruce, that's Valkyrie over there, she's a friend, and you already know Loki." Naomi gestured toward the rooms occupants respectively. Bruce's eyes flickered away from Loki's for a moment to observe Valkyrie, but there was only a vague hint of familiarity in his gaze to allude that he knew her. On the other end, Valkyrie was studying Bruce with undisguised intrigue, as she obviously already noted the facial similarities between the man and the Hulk. There was also the point that Bruce was wearing the Hulk's pants- so they were either the same person- or a naked Hulk was now loose in the tower.

"So," Bruce started, turning his attention back to Loki, who was lounged gracefully on top of a pile of cushions. Naomi fought the urge to roll her eyes at his theatrics. "Last time I saw you you were trying to kill anybody. Where you at these days?" Bruce asked. Naomi, still slightly behind him, covered her wide smile with her hand, trying her best not to laugh. She should have known that these two would just repeat their dialogue from Ragnarok. Loki hesitated in his answer for a moment, noticing Naomi's vaguely shaking form as she held in her glee. However just as the prince parted his lips to answer Bruce's question, it was answered for him.

"It varies from moment to moment." Naomi stated, as nonchalantly as she could manage. Not bothering to hide her smile, she made her way over to the table where Valkyrie was still sat, observing the scene with interest. Loki stared after her as she walked, gaping like a fish.

"I was just going to-"

"Say that?" Naomi guessed, cutting him off. "I know."

Loki seemed to forget the room's other occupants, choosing instead to rise from his cushions and follow Naomi to the table, chuckling. "You never cease to amaze me, dear prophet." He spoke, accentuating his meaning with a devilish wink. However if he hoped for a blush in return, Loki was surprised when Naomi countered with her own wink. Before he could comment further, Naomi turned her head away to look at Bruce, who had been slowly making his way ver from the door. She was also hiding the faint rosy pallor of her cheeks, but that detail wasn't important.

"C'mon Bruce, Thor should be here soon." She called with a wave of her hand. The scientist smiled appreciatively, and shuffled into a seat, keeping the shorts wrapped tightly around his torso. "Where is he, anyway?" She turned to Valkyrie, who had been casually observing until now.

"He's checking out the quintet for when we leave." She shrugged. Naomi took special notice of her use of the word 'we.'

"You'll come with us then?" She asked. Valkyrie shrugged absentmindedly, keeping up a dismissive appearance about the entire ordeal.

"I've got nothing else to do. Besides, you guys would never make it out without my help." The warrior claimed. Naomi nodded, since she knew it was true. "Especially now that the big guy," Valkyrie nodded toward Bruce, who stared at the attention, "is missing."

"How long will it be before his absence is noticed?" Loki interjected, leaning back in his chair with all the elegance of the prince he was. Naomi suspected he was just peacock-ing since there was a new arrival, but the man always did have a flair for the dramatic, as about five different movies would attest to.

"We should have until nightfall. That's when the attendants will check his room, and make sure he's prepped for the contest tomorrow." Valkyrie explained. The group had a short window of opportunity to escape, but Naomi had hopes that they would be ablate make a fairly casual getaway. As much as she would love to meet Jeff Goldblum, it would be best if the Grandmaster was never aware that Naomi or the Princes were ever there. If all went well, he would simply be missing a champion and a scrapper.

"I'm sorry, what's happen-" Bruce started, inserting himself into the conversation. But before he could get his two cents in, the doors slammed open and cut him off. The poor man couldn't catch a break.

But luckily for him, the one person on the planet that Bruce both knew and tolerated strutted through the door, a hammer at his side. Thor, who apparently didn't feel the need to shut the door, took immediate notice of Bruce. "Banner!" he exclaimed, jogging to the table like an excited puppy. "So good of you to join us!"

"Hey Thor." Bruce greeted, relaxing in his seat. The Thunder God pulled up a chair next to the scientist, eager to speak to him.

"How are you feeling?" Thor inquired, unconsciously ignoring the others at the table.

"Okay." Bruce shrugged, clearly still uncomfortable, through Thor's presence was helping.

"Tony has some spare clothes on the quinjet, so you can borrow those once we board." Naomi spoke up, hoping to offer the rattled man some more peace of mind. Bruce nodded quietly, but Thor turned his attention to Naomi with a look of surprise.

"That's right, how did you know that?" He asked, even though Naomi had already explained the whole 'movie' situation to him. But she supposed that she didn't always spit out arbitrary knowledge about their universe, only when the information was relevant, or she had a good joke opportunity.

"She's a prophet, apparently." Valkyrie commented, smirking at Naomi, who simply sighed. It was probably her fate to have this only vaguely accurate nickname from Tony spread throughout the entire universe.

"Wait, is she actually a prophet?" Bruce asked, genuinely curious. Naomi rubbed her temples.

"Absolutely." Loki answered, grinning at Bruce. The poor scientist just looked confused.