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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4)

MC4A: Fireworks (AU Reserve); Garden (Behind Green Eyes - Dagger/Knife); Chimera (Blanket; Protection); Link (Same Challenge Circle)

Word Count: 2,837

Author's Note: This is a gift for one of my really good friend's birthday. My prompt was Loki killing the Grandmaster via strangulation, and that is what I gave. Happy Birthday, Magi Silverwolf!

Update Edit 9/30:So I found a huge timeline error in this. Whoopsie! I guess that's what I get for not sending it to a proofer and putting it aggressively through the wringer.
Long story short, there should have been six weeks that passed from when Loki was caught by Valkyrie to the end of the story. The Easter Egg was supposed to be Valkyrie bringing Thor in off-page. My bad y'all, please forgive me.

Dedication: Magi Silverwolf

Warning Tag: Non-Consensual Touching; Kidnapping & Forced Imprisonment; Slavery; Mentioned Sexual Situations; Dubious Consent; Murder; Nightmares; Panic Attacks; Night Terrors; Unhealthy Relationship; Dubious Consensual Relationship; Sexual Slavery

Grandmaster Plan

Loki took in his surroundings carefully, trying to figure out where he wound up. The sky was littered with varying sizes of wormholes that space junk constantly fell through, and said junk littered the ground and water for as far as the eye could see. There was what appeared to be a city in the distance, at least, but it would be a hard walk navigating around the maze to get to it. Sighing heavily, it was at least far better than where he could've ended up again (a cold shiver slid up his spine at the fleeting thought), so a trash planet will do.

He wondered what came of Thor and Hela, what it all meant now and what fate Asgard would be facing. Of course he wasn't even remotely surprised at her revelation, Odin was a master of secrets he only shared when he had no other choice to, it was her sheer power that worried him. Effectively destroying Thor's hammer with a bare hand wasn't something to be considered lightly.

A ship landed not too far from Loki in an empty space between the junk. He conjured a dagger and cautiously approached the ship that started to open up. A woman stepped out onto the ramp, her eyes landing on Loki immediately as she stood in front of him. Her body swayed some as if she was having trouble maintaining her equilibrium. Her outfit seemed to be a callback to a distant, familiar yet fleeting memory of her past. Loki couldn't quite pinpoint as to why it would even be familiar to him to begin with, though.

"Oh, you will do very nicely," she said, a broad smile playing on her lips as she slipped her hand into a pouch on her belt. "It's been quite a while since a pretty one like you has washed up here. He will be delighted."

"I beg your pardon?" Loki asked, keeping his attention on her hidden hand. "Who are you? What is this place? And what are you talking about?"

She scoffed out a laugh, her body leaning a little bit more to one side, enough that she had to stumble to recover from falling over. Loki half-rolled his eyes, realizing that this woman was wasted beyond oblivion yet still somehow conscious. She was foolish to make herself so vulnerable.

"You'll learn," she said, and with impossibly fast reflexes for seeming to be so inebriated, she threw something at him.

Loki, far too late, realized his attention drifted from her hidden hand, and before he could grasp the full threat of what happened, something clug to his neck and dug in, causing him to flinch and reach for it.

"Why you—" he snarled, focusing on her throat to dig a dagger into before a shot of electricity surged through his entire body.

The sensation had his legs give out. It was far different from Thor's electric zaps by a landslide. His tended to remain over the surface of the skin whereas this feeling coursed through his very nerves. The woman now stood over him holding a device in her hand that she clicked and the shock ceased. Loki breathed heavily, feeling his muscles spasm involuntarily as he glared up at her.

"I do recommend cooperating. I'd hate for you to ruin your face fighting as a contender."

She grabbed him by his tunic and hoisted him up to his feet with remarkable strength, holding the device in her other hand ready to send another jolt through him if need be. She kept her bone breaking grip on him, half dragging him back to her ship while Loki stumbled to regain control of his body.

"Let go of me you—"

She tossed him into her ship, effectively knocking the wind out of him before shocking him into a temporary unconsciousness.

Loki fully came to with the woman dragging him by the damned tunic again through a very wide and tall corridor that donned bizarrely colored patterns that were dizzying in his bleary state of mind. She stopped walking when she saw him awake, jerking him up on his feet so he could walk and adjusting her grip to the back of his collar instead.

"Good morning, your majesty," she taunted, "Just in time to meet the Grandmaster."

"You will pay for this," Loki spat, voice slurring some from the after effects of being electrocuted.

"So you keep claiming," she deadpanned. "Even half conscious you never shut up."

Loki gave her grip on him a test with a jerk of his shoulder, only stopping short before she threatened to set off the device on his neck.

"And don't bother with your magic tricks. I can still zap you just the same," she added.

He sent her a piercing glare, wondering what exactly happened and what he said and demonstrated while hazed with pain on her ship. Loki stiffly followed beside her as they approached a guarded door that they hastily opened for her. This room was grossly colorful and bright for what seemed to be a lounge space. The furnishings clashed with everything, even the man who was leisurely draped across a settee wearing a glittery gold garb being fed some strange looking fruit looked like he blended in and clashed at the same time. It was disorienting and threatened to give Loki a terrible headache. Maybe that's what it was meant to do...

"Ah, Scrapper 142. I wasn't expecting your company today," the man clad in gold said, sitting upright. "Always a pleasure seeing you."

The woman—Scrapper 142, whatever title or name that was supposed to be—thrusted Loki forward, releasing him as she did and causing him to stumble. He righted himself immediately, taking in the one he assumed was called the Grandmaster just as instantly as he was with him. His eyes dragged over him, leaving him wanting to shiver in disgust.

"And what do we have here?"

"A gift," Scrapper 142 replied, moving to stand beside him. "I know I'm overdue."

Loki wasn't a fan of being talked about like some object so casually, but something told him that this was a very normal thing that happened around here.

"Ah! Delightful!" he said with a clap of his hands, standing up and moving toward Loki.

He didn't take his eyes off him, calculating his next plan of attack. There was a very intense woman who stood nearby the couch holding a staff with a ball at the end, and a random alien looking woman still draped over the couch holding the tray of fruit, watching the exchange.

There was virtually no security here for someone deemed so important, the alien and the Grandmaster appeared far from a threat, though the other two in the room were a potential problem. He could easily leave a copy of himself behind and slip away cloaked if absolutely necessary. Though he wished he could get a dagger in the back of this woman before he made his escape, it was too risky to try with the blasted thing on his neck, but it might be one he was willing to take to hopefully recover the device.

"And what do we call you, you fascinating specimen?"

The Grandmaster glanced at the Scrapper for some kind of nonverbal confirmation, but before Loki could even speak and start his escape, the Scrapper spoke for him.

"He's a magic user. I think you'll find it quite interesting."

"I'll have you know that I am a god," he snapped back, sending daggers her way before redirecting his sharp eyes to the man circling him like prey. "I demand to be—"

"Is that right?" The Grandmaster interrupted, and Loki felt his body go rigid when the man grabbed his chin and jerked his head toward him. "He's so pretty. You are a he, yes?"

"...for now," he growled back.

"Fascinating. You found a lovely creature, Scrapper. How can I ever repay you?"

Loki focused on his magic now that the Grandmaster released him. Cloaking while projecting was a somewhat difficult feat, but he could pull it off. He just needed to be still just for a few grueling seconds and not be touched to not disturb the illusionment. Unfortunately, the residual effects of the shock device had a muscle involuntarily tense during the copying and the cloaking process flickered him into existence briefly when he stepped back from his projected shell. Loki swiftly tossed two conjured daggers in the directions of the ones who posed the most threat to him at the current time. The woman with the staff easily deflected, approaching quickly now, and the Scrapper dodged it with a jerking stumble of her body. Despite this, he made a break for the door, only to be stopped in his tracks by a biting shock. His illusion vanished due to his concentration being disrupted.

The Grandmaster made a strange sound equivalent to a happy squeak while clapping his hands together. "Oh, he is marvelous. And so feisty."

"He can be a bit of a handful," Scrapper said, retrieving him and pulling him back to his feet. "Has quite the mouth, too. But I am confident you'll know how to deal with it."

Loki jerked his shoulder to get her hand off him, finally deciding to comply with this entire situation he found himself in until he could get the device off him and properly plan. He looked straight at the Grandmaster and put on his best smile that hid so much more behind it, ignoring the menacing woman that was weakly held back by a raised hand of the Grandmaster's.

"I'm afraid that we have started out poorly," he said so smoothly, eloquently. "I wasn't in my right mind from the side effects of this woman's unique restraint tactics. Please do forgive my actions."

"I should have your head," the woman spat, gripping her staff hard enough her knuckles turned white.

"Now, Topaz settle down. He was only having a little bit of fun. It's no trouble," he said, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder in the process and smiling widely, sliding it a little bit too far over Loki's collarbone to be remotely considered a friendly gesture.

"I hope my Scrapper didn't damage you too badly with this nasty thing." He tapped the little device on his neck and the woman rolled her eyes at the jab. "I am known as the Grandmaster. I run the place around here; built it all from the ground up with my own two hands, actually. I suppose it could make me something like a god myself, if I must be so humble."

Loki wanted to roll his eyes at his attempt to relate to him, but decided to play along with this self-inflated ego he boasted about.

"It's an honor to meet you…"

It only took Loki a full day for him to convince the Grandmaster to remove the torture device from his neck. It was remarkably and grossly easy to fall into place with his entertainers, as he called them, and even easier to become the man's personal favorite. The Grandmasters' attention was almost simple-minded and childlike, always eager to watch petty magic tricks and listen to inflated stories he hadn't heard before, and he loved his parties. It was almost too easy for Loki.

Two weeks in was when he found himself spending far less time in his appointed room and more time in the Grandmasters' company in many private party spaces. As much as it sickened him to feel like nothing else than a piece of meat to this man, he had to retain the willpower to simply endure and tough it out until he found an opportunity to dig his way in.

Scrapper 142 was quite fascinating once Loki got over her ruthless mishandling and treatment of him, but he wasn't surprised that she was constantly drunk. He would be overly indulgent himself to cope with the nightmare that is Sakaar too if, for one, several of the multiple colored beverages were spiked, and so he needed to be on high alert with what was handed to him. For two, he was trying to find a way to overthrow the bastard, which needed a clear head. Maybe she'd be on board to help, it was hard to say. Nevertheless, they became an odd form of acquaintances, not quite considered friends, but someone he could somewhat rely on as a breath of fresh air that didn't expect anything from him during their brief interactions together. She tended to opt out when things got a bit heated, so to speak, and he didn't blame ger. It was interesting, however, in her showing great interest in his tales about Asgard and his various adventures, leaving him wondering who she really was but never had a moment to really investigate.

The never ending flirting and undivided attention during the impossibly long few weeks bled into week four where hecould no longer prolong his availability to the Grandmaster where his services became a gateway for small sexual favors for him. Loki could handle giving the occasional hand job or fellatio in front of an audience, it was the fact he was never left alone that became exhausting and extremely difficult to plan once that threshold was crossed. Sleeping became virtually impossible because of it for fear of losing control of the situation and lack of any personal privacy.

It was when the Grandmaster invited him into his personal bed chambers six week in was when Loki's opportunity unexpectedly came. The man's mouth devoured Loki's the second he set foot into the room, hands wandering everywhere as they pushed him into the large, lavish space.

"You're so receptive and compliant. I really like that about you," the Grandmaster said after finally peeling his lips and tongue out of Loki's mouth.

A sick feeling settled in his chest, but he swallowed it down along with the man's liquor-laced breath and offered an endearing smile.

"You make it remarkably easy," he uttered back, the words tasting like poison at the invitation.

The force of the Grandmaster's shove caught him off guard and Loki fell back onto the oversized bed. He straddled him immediately, giving him no chance to flee or deflect.

"And here I finally get you to myself," he said, not wasting any time indulging in the prize after that.

Five gruesome days passed entrapped in this room by the Grandmaster and his endless wants and desires. Additional partners came and went, but Loki's exhaustion and loss of control over everything was really starting to scare him. When the Grandmaster finally left him be for whatever new gift that Scrapper 142 came bearing did Loki finally give into an unsteady sleep, not even having the energy to flee to his own room to succumb to it first.

It was littered by fear and torturous nightmares. Of Thanos and the Other, the Dark Elves, losing his mother… facing Hela and the lack of knowing what happened to his brother... of the Grandmaster and Sakaar.

The Grandmaster returned at some point, very drunk and loud as he shooed his posse out. Loki was still gripped by the demons of his memories in sleep to register his presence, but the sudden hands grazing across his naked throat, chest, and shoulders were what sent him into survival attack mode.

Loki shot awake, shoving the Grandmaster off him and kicking him even further away once he could, hastily grabbing the bed sheet beside him and twisted it up in between his hands in mere seconds. The Grandmaster tried to pull himself to the edge of the bed and call for someone but Loki had the sheet wrapped tightly around his neck twice before he tightly pulled him back and up on his knees, silencing him immediately before he could comprehend what was going on. . The choking gasps weren't loud enough to alarm any of the guards on the other side of the door, but Loki kept focus on the ever tightening sheet he pulled against while pressing a knee firmly between the Grandmaster's shoulders to accelerate the job.

He didn't stop even when the Grandmaster's body started to go limp, the unshed tears burned his eyes as he started to fully process what just happened and let the man's body fall heavily sideways on the bed. He unwound the material to see his neck colored from bruising, and Loki hesitantly checked for a pulse to find nothing.

Loki fell back onto the bed beside the corpse and took in a very painful, tight breath against the panic that settled into his chest. A knock on the door had him promptly vanish the Grandmaster's clothing, concealing the bruising, and have him haphazardly drape himself around him. The sheet tangled over them and faked sleep. He pushed back the panic and fear and pressed forward on how to take over the role of Grandmaster now that the task of removing the creep was done.