"I'm not much in the mood for waiting anymore," Gamora's Ravager, or Peter, barked. His voice was raspy, his eyes swollen and his face was a little red.

Loki sighed, he's definitely grieving a lost love. "I'm Loki, of Asgard." He muttered, lowering one arm to support himself against the table beside him.

Peter still didn't lower his gun, "Why the Hell does that matter to me?"

Loki's eyes darted to the exits, he wasn't looking to fight the love of Gamora's life, but Peter didn't seem exactly stable. "I know Gamora." He stated, hoping that Peter would relax then.

He didn't lower the gun, instead, his hand started trembling, and his face got even redder. "Yeah, you and all of the Black Order," Peter barked.

"Wait, no. That's not how-" he started, but Peter cut him off.

"Stark told us about you. You're Thor's brother,"

Loki sighed, "Well, yeah, but I'm no friend of Thanos."

Peter shook his head, "It's because of people like you that she's gone." He punched the metal wall beside him.

Loki took a breath, this wasn't going to go well. He tried to put weight on his hurt leg, biting his lip as he felt searing pain up his entire left side. He didn't think he could fight this guy, and he wasn't particularly hoping to do that either.

"Look," he sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair, still matted with blood and sweat. "She's out there somewhere with-"

Peter cut him off again, "I don't want to hear shit from you. You are the reason Thanos got the stone he used to take her away from me!" Peter bellowed, closing the distance between them quickly.

Loki took a shaky breath as he felt the tip of the blaster press into his chest. He knew his strength was fading fast, and he needed to prove to Peter that he was an ally of Gamora's.

"You asked her to marry you!" He shouted when he saw Peter's finger rest on the trigger of his blaster.

Peter stopped then, lowering his gun but eyeing Loki with a mix of emotions. "How do you know-"

Loki cut him off, "She told me." Sort of, it wasn't technically a lie. "Gamora and I have been stuck in here together since Thanos killed us. We saw the fight on Titan with you and the rest of the Avengers."

Peter took a couple steps back, rubbing a hand down his face as if to wake himself up. "Where is here?"

"The Soul Stone. It seems like everyone that died either for or against Thanos ended up here," Loki let himself lean more weight into the table beside him, hoping Peter would finally listen to him.

He nodded after a moment, looking to the gash down Loki's leg. "Looks pretty bad," he muttered.

Loki nodded, allowing himself to breath heavily, no longer very worried to give away his pain level. "Some of the Black Order got to us."

"Is she still there?" His voice was urgent.

Loki nodded, "I didn't want to leave, I didn't even choose to. She pushed me backwards and I landed here."

Peter raised an eyebrow at his statement, not understanding what he was saying, "Where is she now?"

"New York, I think." Loki sighed, looking up to the ceiling he fell through, "Dr. Strange and the child also named Peter are helping her."

Peter's eyes widened, still clearly not grasping it all.

Before he could ask anymore questions, Loki spoke up, "Do you have some kind of first aid kit? I heal quickly but I need to patch my leg up."

Peter nodded quickly, side stepping him and grabbing one from a shelf across the room. "Sit here," he pulled out a metal stool for Loki, ushering him to sit down.

Loki took the kit as he sat and began to weed through it for bandages. Peter leaned against the table and watched Loki, drumming his fingers nervously on the tabletop as he did.

After several minutes, Loki looked up at Peter. "Are you going to keep doing that?" He huffed, annoyed.

Peter rolled his eyes, "I'm just waiting for you to tell me how to get back to her."

"If I knew that I wouldn't have ended up here," Loki snapped, not entirely sure why this man irritates him so much. "They were definitely winning last I saw, and she knew she was sending me to you. I suspect she'll join us when they've defeated Maw."

Peter raised an eyebrow, "Who is Maw?"

Loki blinked at him, "Only Thanos' favorite son, I imagine he was able to head the Black Order once Gamora left."

Peter nodded then, biting his lip in an attempt to hide a smile.

Loki raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Peter waved him off, "I just, I never thought I'd be able to see her again."

Loki felt a pang in his chest at the idea that, while Gamora and her ravager are both dead, they will be able to reconnect. He wondered if Thor had survived Thanos, if he was wandering out there looking for him. He made a mental note to ask Gamora if there was anyway she could tell if Thor had died with her new abilities.

He decided not to respond to Peter, focusing on wiping blood off his face then, tossing the now red disinfecting cloth on the table beside him. Peter winced at all the blood that came off his leg and face. "This guy must've gotten you good."

Loki nodded, biting his lip as he began to stitch his leg up. "Yes," he let out a deep breath. "In his mind, I imagine I had it coming."

Peter tilted his head, but said nothing.

Loki looked up, meeting his eyes and getting annoyed at the lost puppy look about this grown man. "What is it?"

Peter shook his head, "Did you know her? Before she left Thanos."

Loki raised an eyebrow, baffled at how little it seemed Gamora had shared with him about her time with Thanos. Part of him felt superior to the ravager, he was there when Gamora fought for and against Thanos. He shook the feeling off though, unsure why it suddenly mattered to him that he was better than a Midgardian Ravager.

"We met a few times when I served Thanos, years ago now." Loki hadn't actually thought much of those times lately. Not since he was imprisoned on Asgardian for his crimes.

"What was she like then?" Peter asked, breaking Loki out of his thoughts.


Loki had been confined to a small, dirty cell for days. He had encountered his captor, Thanos, briefly what felt like weeks ago. There were no windows and the light around him was minimal. It was essentially impossible to tell how much time had passed, and thought he'd never admit it, it was starting to get to him.

The only constant was this woman, he had resigned to call her "Angry," for now. She would come in once a day and berate him with questions about Asgard, Odin, Thor. While Loki had no reason to protect Asgard anymore, part of him felt insulted at the fact that his captors figured he'd give up any information so easily. He had decided after their first, rather violent interaction on Angry's part, that he wouldn't tell them anything about him or Asgard.

After what felt like weeks, his cell door opened again. He spit out some blood, using his magic to conceal his wounds with the illusion of a fresh green tunic and black pants. His magic mended his obvious bruising and cuts, and he pastered a smug smile across his features, ready for another round with Angry.

It confused him a little bit that his door opened slowly, no angry shouting or door slamming that usually followed Angry. He blinked several times when he realized it was someone different. Someone new.

Her skin was a beautiful shade of green. The only real flaw were sharp and precise silver lines across her face and excused shoulders and collar bones. Loki took note of those, no doubt markings to indicate cybernetic enhancements. By the way Angry looked most days, Loki figured awhile ago Thanos definitely favored his lackies having an added edge.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against the wall beside the door. She was just eating a yaro root while eyeing him up and down.

"Who's going to talk first here?" He asked after several more silent moments.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "I guess you."

He nodded, dropping his head and pushing himself off the floor and over to his mangled cot. "Where's Angry?"

Gamora raised an eyebrow, smirking at the name he'd given her sister. "I'd been hearing about these meetings with Nebula for weeks now, I figured you might appreciate a little break."

Loki tilted his head at her, "So what are you supposed to be then?"

The green skinned beauty took another bite of the yaro root before pulling up a chair from the corner of his cell and sitting casually. "Call me your housekeeping, if you'd like."

He bit back a small smile then, "Well, your staff is atrocious and you'd best fire them before people start leaving you reviews."

This woman actually chuckled at his joke, and the freshness of his laughter made him wonder how often that sort of thing occurred in this place.

"I'll definitely make a note of that and bring you some fresh towels."

This time it was his turn to chuckle.

After several other moments, she spoke this time, "Are you going to give me a name so I can turn in the accurate comment card?"

He smiled at her joke, figuring she probably already knew his name anyways. "Loki,"

She nodded, "Of Asgard."

He raised his shoulder, "Not anymore."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't press him for anything else on the matter. She did look over his clothing and definitely noticed a small patch of crimson forming in the green fabric of his tunic. "You're wasting a lot of magic for some pride." She commented casually, as if she was talking about the weather.

He forced himself not to flinch then, annoyed he had given himself away. But he refused to show anyone weakness here. "I don't follow," he stated simply.

She pushed herself up, and placed the chair gently back where she had gotten it. "Right," she mentioned before turning on her heel and wrapping her hand around his cell door's handle. She turned around with her fingers still wrapped around the door, noticing more bruising was forming around his right eye as his magic depleted his little remaining strength. "I'll be back in the morning with a med kit."

"I don't need any-"

She put a hand up, Before you let your pride kill you, remember I'm only doing this so you'll recommend this place to your friends."

"Wait," he started, unsure of why he'd even said that.

She turned her head just enough to get a view of him from the side, "Yes?"

"Should I just call you Housekeeping or do you have an actual name?"

She smirked at him, "Housekeeping is fine for now."

He smirked at her, watching her hips sway as she left his cell.


Loki looked up at Peter after a moment, "Conflicted."

Peter looked thoughtful, "She doesn't mention it much. Neither does her sister."

Loki raised an eyebrow, "Nebula?"

Peter nodded, pushing himself to his feet and heading out of the room, "I haven't been able to really navigate the Milano anywhere, but maybe it'll work now."

Loki made a short grunt in turn, but didn't follow Peter. He looked down at his leg, letting out a deep breath at the sight of it. It wasn't healing at all, and blood was beginning to seep out onto the floor again. He looked around the room quickly to see if there was anything around that could help him stop the bleeding.

As he was searching the room, he came across a leather jacket draped over a chair, with a sword placed across the arm rests.

Loki tilted his head at it then, standing up and stumbling to get a closer look at the sword.


He was running through a forest, forcing himself to move faster. His breathing was heavy, his chest burning. Everytime he felt like slowing down, a detination would go off a few feet behind him, and he'd force himself to move quicker when he felt the heat from it on his back.

"Shit, shit shit." He huffed as he ran, jumping over a fallen tree and stumbling through a river.

Yeah, the soul stone definitely wasn't here.

Loki pushed himself over some rocks, croching behind a bolder and out of the line of fire.

He pressed his ear, thankful for his communicator. "Gamora?"

He gulped at the sound of static, "Gamora!"

After a few moments and some explosions getting closer, Loki pushed himself up, drawing his sword. "Okay, guess I can handle this on my own."

Loki ran over the rocks, extending his sword and running towards the fight. He couldn't see where they were coming from, but grenades were flying at him.

His eyes widened as one landed beside him and flames began to engulf close to his right side. Before it reached him, he felt someone jump up and knock him out of the line of the explosion.

He landed on his stomach, rolling over to see who had come to his recuse. He opened blinked his eyes until he realized Gamora had grabbed him and pulled him into a ditch to avoid the explosion.

She was already up, pulling him to his feet. "You alright?"

He nodded, breathing heavily. "Yes, where were you?"

She rolled her eyes, "Had to clean up the mess you made back there."

He crossed his arms at her, "You said we needed to check that temple!" He raised his voice as an bomb went off behind them.

She threw her hands up, not even flinching as dirt landed around them, "Yeah, I said we! You just went ahead hacking away at the natives with that sword."

Loki rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to retort but before he could, Gamora grabbed his forearm, pulling him behind her as she gripped his sword from his belt and used it to cut down a few warriors that climbed down the ditch as they were arguing.

Her eyes widened slightly at the force behind his sword. "Is this thing magic?" She asked as she delivered a swift kick to another's head.

Loki nodded, grabbing her arm and using his magic to shield them from a grenade that landed beside her. "It's called the God Slayer!" He shouted over the explosion.

She looked down at the sword, raising an eyebrow, "Asgardian?" She asked as she glanced at him.

He nodded, "A gift,"

She let out a low whistle, looking up quickly and pushing Loki to the ground, throwing her sword and impaling two before they could grab him.

He looked up quickly, astonished with her skill.

She tucked some hair behind her ear, tilting her head at him as she helped him up. "What?"

He looked down at his sword in her hand, "You should keep that."

Her eyes widened, "No," she closed it and pushed the collapsed form towards his chest. "I'm no Asgardian."

Loki raised an eyebrow, gripping her hands as he pushed it back towards her, "Neither am I,"

"But your mother gave it to you." She mentioned simply.

He paused then, surprised she remembered what little he spoke of Frigga. "I never said-"

Gamora handed it back to him again, "You didn't have to." She turned quickly, but not quick enough to avoid a kick to the side of her face, knocking her off balance.

Loki fumbled a little bit, briefly distracted by her falling before dodging the warrior that had snuck up on them and spearing him with one of the horns on his signature helmet.

She had gotten up and spit out some blood before using a dagger to kill what looked like the last of them as the climbed down into the trench they had taken shelter from the grenades in.

After a moment of quiet, she and Loki took a breath. "I definitely think this place is a dead end," she muttered, blowing some stray hair out of her face.

Loki nodded, leaning forward to wipe some blood from lower lip. "I'd have to agree."

She nodded in thanks, realizing then she still had a firm grasp on his sword. Her eyes widened, and she held it out to him. "Sorry," she muttered.

Loki glanced down at the in her hand, he closed her fingers around its handle gently, "Housekeeping," he called on the use of her nickname and was happy to see some light in her features, "Take it."

She still looked unsure, and Loki rolled his eyes. "You honestly need to. I'm terrible with swords, it's why I'm a sorcerer."

Gamora raised an eyebrow, still not convinced.

"You'd be doing me a favor," he winked. "It's too much pressure, that thing."

Gamora looked down at the sword, "The Godslayer."

She met Loki's eyes and he nodded, "You'll be unstoppable."


"What are you doing with that?" Peter shouted, running in the room and snatching the sword out of his hand. Or what was left of it.

Loki ignored his question, eyes fixated on the Godslayer, now broken in two pieces. "How was it destroyed?" He asked, his voice even.

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, in annoyance of concern, Loki wasn't sure. He only cared about the sword. "It's not yours," Peter snapped.

Loki snatched one of the pieces from Peter's grasp, "It's not yours either." He was growing irritated. "Did you break this?" His words were harsh.

Peter looked hurt for a moment. "It's her sword! Why would I ruin it?" Peter's voice was raising.

"Who do you think gave it to her?" Loki snapped. "But it wouldn't be surprising. Ravagers typically have less sense than they do honor." Seeing that sword with the Ravager and not with Gamora angered him.

Peter grabbed them from Loki's hands and dropped them on the metal table beside them, "What the Hell did you just say to me?"

Loki stood straigher then, or tried his best. He was very aware that while he had the height advantage, he was wounded and the Ravager seemed to be much more ready for a fight.

Before either of them could find out who would best the other, something forced them apart. "Hey!" a familar, steely voice called.

Loki looked over to the Ravager first, noticing he was suddenly near tears.

Violet and black waves surrounded her face, but he could tell by her stance and heavy breaths that she had just finished the fight. Loki looked around, wondering if he would see the younger Peter and Strange soon.

"Are you hurt?" He asked first, noticing the Ravager was still just staring at her, his mouth slightly agape. Loki didn't care about their relationship, or the Ravager at all for that matter, he pushed himself forward, moving hair out of her face to examine the damage.

He stopped himself upon seeing her eyes, they were rust in color again, and her face was coated in blood, only it mostly wasn't her own. The deep violet colored droplets across her forehead and cheeks definitely resembled more of Ebony Maw's type than her own, much to Loki's relief.

She shook her head, moving aside to distance herself from him completely. He swallowed a pang of hurt as he saw how quickly her eyes went back to the Ravager's.

Sudden sounds coming from across the room alerted him that the younger Peter and Strange were also entering the ship. Loki glanced briefly at them, but noticed that Gamora and the Ravager didn't even flinch at the sound. He sighed, stepping back towards them, unsure of how he would fit into this picture now that she's found her Ravager. How he'd fit into her picture.

"Gamora…" he finally spoke, stepping forward.

Gamora didn't move, her eyes wide and returning to her usual, deep brown colors.

Loki forced himself to look down at his feet when he saw the Ravager's hands cup her face. "Is it really you?" His voice was shaky, as if he was afraid she'd disappear as quickly as she had arrived.

Gamora didn't say anything, instead just made a sound that seemed to be a mixture of a laugh and a sob.

Loki looked back up to watch the Ravager pull her into his arms, embracing her completely. It was then he noticed how small Gamora's frame really was. The Ravager lifted her with ease, one hand tightly around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head. He felt a weird mix of emotions welling in his chest at the way Gamora was clutching onto him and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

He looked back at Strange and Peter, who were watching the exchange as well. Loki half expected them to look away or attempt to break up the interaction, but the hopeful looks on their faces just seemed to annoy Loki even more.

After a few moments, they pulled apart and Gamora turned back to the group. Her eyes found Loki's first and she scanned his body, sighing at the sight of his wounds still relatively untreated. She looked at Strange, "Can you help him?"

Strange looked over at him then, letting out a low whistle. "Jeez, Gamora. I thought you sent him here to get help."

The Ravager looked down at his feet, and Loki let out a snort. "I wouldn't call what happened here helpful."

Gamora approached him then, kneeling in front of him as Strange sat him down in a metal chair. "It was a quick plan to get you to safety."

Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I thought the plan was we stay together." He glanced to see the Ravager perk up at his words. Gamora either didn't notice her lover's reaction or didn't care. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You could've died. It wasn't safe for you out-"

Loki raised a finger to her lips, shaking his head. "Can't die in here I'm afraid, Love."

The Ravager approached them then, putting a hand on Gamora's shoulder gently. "We got off on the wrong foot, I admit." His words were as if he was building to an apology, but Loki knew it wasn't for his benefit. "I didn't know who he was or where he came from, he just dropped in from our ceiling."

Gamora nodded then, pushing herself into a standing position and turning to face the Ravager once more. "I was planning on coming back to you, I just couldn't leave them behind." She referenced to Loki, Strange, and Peter.

Loki bit back a annoyed grunt. The three of them?

The Ravager nodded at her, shooting Loki an annoyed glance. "How did you do all this, Mora?"

"Yeah I'd also be interested in understanding all of this too." Strange pipped up as he opened a first aid kit.

Peter didn't speak, but cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded in turn.

Gamora looked over her shoulder at Loki before taking a deep breath and leaning back against the table. "It's a complicated story."