Author's Notes: Thor: Ragnarok gave me ideas but there will be changes. Still...this will be spoilery for that movie. As for Infinity Wars...well...we are just gonna agree to throw that one right out the window. Absolutely AU from that nonsense.

Sakaar. It wasn't the worst of all planets to be stranded on. Not for someone who knew how to talk his way out of any situation. And Loki was nothing if not the Sly Trickster.

Still, there were impediments. The Grandmaster was mischevious and spontaneous and chaotic. It wasn't that Loki didn't enjoy these things. He was, after all, the God of Mischief. However, Loki preferred being in control and here...Sakaar...he had relatively none.

And this is how he found himself at a rather large gathering of Sakaar's lost and found people. The Grandmaster had told him he must attend and would not take any type of refusal or excuse this time.

Loki was no fool. He knew what the Grandmaster was after. It wasn't the first time he'd garnered the attentions of a man so forthright in his sexual interests. This time, however, Loki did not reciperocate and needed to find a way to get out of this room.

Since his arrival on Sakaar, Loki could count no less than three orgies being held in this very room. Every time Loki had made excuses or a polite refusal had done the trick. This time was different. This time The Grandmaster would not take no for an answer.

Which led him to his current predicament. How in the name of the Norns was he going to get out of this one?

It was as he finished that particular prayer that he saw HER. How in all the universe was she here?

Jane Foster knew she was in way over her head. She had known the very moment she had face planted the ground on Sakaar. She was a scientist, a scholar. Sure, she had faced the commotion in New Mexico, had been whisked away by SHIELD during the mess in New York. Hell she'd even played her part in the London fight against the Dark Elves. In all those scenarios, there was one major difference. She had been under Thor's protection. Now she was on her own.

One week. It's how long she had been on Sakaar by her understanding of time. It had been one long week. The first day here was a blur. She knew she had been in some kind of infirmary but the details were unclear. By day two, The Grandmaster had come by to introduce himself. By day three, she had become something of a curiosity for the Grandmaster to marvel at and be amused by. Day four brought the first invitation to one the Grandmaster's orgies. The invitation alone was enough to make her nauseated much less the thought of actually attending. She had spent much of day five avoiding The Grandmaster directly and yet still appearing during the events enough that she could say she had been preoccupied. Day six brought the direct command to appear here in this room for today's events.

Day seven was going to be a turning point for her. She was either going to get herself killed or kill someone in an effort to stay out of the Grandmaster's clutches.

She moved through the gathered participants trying to stay out of sight of anyone who might be too interested in her. She saw an open door on the other side of the room. If she walked out that door, she could at least tell the Grandmaster that she had put in an appearance. Couldn't she? Why not? She thought as she began making progress towards the door.

The door came down with a rather large thud. Jane glanced around to notice all the other doors had been sealed as well. She vaguely heard the Grandmaster announcing his arrival as she scanned the room for another way out.

Jane's eyes searched the perimeter of the room and saw no other exits. She frowned as she continued to find a way out of this mess. Until she spotted HIM.

Jane's eyes widened as she recognized Loki standing across the room from her. She met his eyes and a plan hastily formed in her mind. It wasn't the kind of plan Jane would have formulated in any other circumstance. Being stuck on an alien planet with no idea of how to return home could make a person go outside their comfort zone. Darcy would be so proud.

Jane stalked across the room towards Loki with firm determination. If she didn't go through with this immediately, she might lose her nerve and things could become infinitely worse for her.

As she approached Loki, she kept her eyes locked with his hoping he would go along with her. Or that she could persuade him to help her. Or that maybe he wouldn't be the total bastard she knew he could be. Still...better the devil you know than...

Loki watched Jane Foster approach and with some amusement saw the look of pure unadulterated mischief playing within her eyes. He had no idea what she was up to, but he was looking forward to finding out.

Jane stopped directly in front of him and slapped Loki who took the slap with grace and turned back to her with a half grin as he felt a sense they had enacted this very scene before.

She practically growled her first words to him, "That was for letting me think you were dead!"

Jane heard the room quiet around them and knew she had gotten everyone's attention. Her plan so far was working.

Jane's determined scowl became a soft delicate smile as she met Loki's eyes once more, "And this," She practically purred as she quickly drew his lips to hers. She practically climbed his body as she embedded her fingers in his hair and threw herself into this meeting of lips. She registered that Loki had caught her body against him and was holding her there quite firmly.

Jane drew her lips from Loki's for just a breath in this now or never moment, "Is for still being alive."