Notes: Aaaand Thor makes an entrance!
I am updating this on AO3 too. I'll update this one to the same number of chapters now. Enjoy, or something.

Thor was quite angry with himself. Not only had he been bested by Hela, but now he found himself inside a net, being transported by a quite rude and drunk woman. Loki had disappeared, his father was dead and his realm was doomed. And what of him? He had not been strong enough. He had been bested twice, quite fast. And Mjölnir... Impatience coursed through his veins. He shook in his bindings, but he only managed to get more tangled.

"Stop that, your highness," the woman said. She sounded mildly annoyed. "I've been instructed not to hurt you, but if you test me, you will find that I have little to no patience."

"Listen there, fiend! I am Thor, son of Odin, God of-"

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Brunnhilde never heard of what the son of Odin was god, because she attached a disk on his neck and powered it up. Once the chatty brat was silenced, she relaxed in her seat. Now, she only needed to deliver the blonde to Loki and he would pay her handsomely. He had managed to get his hands on another huge amount of credits in such a short time that her suspicions of him fucking the Grandmaster were just confirmed. Everything was going according to plan, until she received a message.

"Shit!" She read it as fast as she could. It seemed that her took off the hangar didn't go unnoticed and now the Grandmaster would be expecting her to deliver whatever she had gotten her hands on. Loki was a resourceful man, she surmised he would be able to break Thor out. Or maybe he wouldn't break the blonde out at all. After all, he had been whinning about having to get to his brother, right? Well, now his brother was here, no need to rush out. Let Hela get the big portion of the cake. She was sure they would enjoy their stay in Sakaar. In fact, she knew Loki would thrive here. That he hadn't made long lasting planes to stay surprised her.

So, she delivered her package to the Grandmaster, still half drunk, half hungover. She was well paid for the specimen and then she went to the bar to buy stuff –she would be needing the good stuff, not the cheap one, if she wanted to somewhat placate Loki after this–, and then retreated to her room, where she managed to drink herself into oblivion.

When she came to herself she knew, she just knew she had fucked up. Loki was going to kill her. And even though she couldn't care less about what he did with his life, the little fucker had managed to make a dent into her heart and she didn't want to lose the little respect he held for her.

Brunnhilde groaned and got up. She had to know what had happened.

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Thor couldn't believe his luck. Among all these freaks he found his brother, happily chatting a few metres away. He was spinning a tale about a wormhole and letting go and Thor was so happy to see his brother unharmed. But then, when he called for him, Loki ignored him, so he tried again.

"Loki! Loki! Over here!" Thor saw the relaxed smile turning into a tense one, and heard his laughter become forced while he excused himself. As he approached, he tried to sush him, looking frantically around the room. "What?" Thor asked his brother when he came to stand before him. His face looked worried.

"What are you doing here?" Loki whispered, looking him up and down.

"What do you mean what I'm doing? I'm stuck in this stupid chair!" he answered, getting angrier by the second. Then he realized something. "Where's your chair?"

"I didn't get a chair." He didn't?

"Get me out of this one," Thor demanded. His brother's eyes scanned the room again before speaking.

"I can't."

"Get me out," he asked again.

"I can't."

"What?" Thor couldn't believe his brother. Not only he didn't get a chair, by the looks of it, he didn't have a damned disk on his neck either.

"I've made friends with this man. He's called the Grandmaster," Loki whispered to him. Thor saw the frantic movements on his eyes.

"Oh, he is crazy!" Thor answered. They must come together to get out of that planet. Though by Loki's nervousness he wasn't sure if his brother would like to get out or not.

"I've gained his favour," Loki was saying. Trying to convey something, focusing on Thor. "The Bifrost brought me out here weeks ago."

"Weeks ago?" What? He had just seen Hela throwing Loki off the Bifrost a few seconds ago. Wait, wasn't Loki injured.

"Yes."

"I just got here," he said. He needed to know what had happened to Loki. They needed to make a plan and Loki should just use his seidr to free him. Why wasn't Loki helping him out already?

"What are you whispering about?" the Grandmaster whispered, standing between them. Thor yelped, surprised. Loki reeled back and smiled brightly at the man. "Time works real different around these parts," the man, the Grandmaster, explained. He had been listening it seemed. "On any other world, I'd be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar..." Thor saw how the man focused on Loki and gave him a strange wink and a smile. Loki's smile was becoming strained, awkward. He crossed a look with his brother, but that didn't last enough as to understand what was happening and then something seemed to click in Thor's head. He looked, horrified, at his brother. "In any case, you know this, uh...," the Grandmaster said to Loki "This uh... Lord of Thunder."

"God of Thunder," Thor corrected him, then turned to Loki: "Tell him."

"I've never met this man in my life," Loki sais cheerfuly. Again, that bright smile, all teeth and upward corners of his mouth and the tiny wrinkles on his eyes. As fake as a wooden dragon.

"He is my brother," Thor said, anrgily.

"Adopted," Loki shot, trying to save face.

"Is he any kind of a fighter?" the Grandmaster asked.

"Hahaha, you take this thing out of my neck and I'll show you," Thor said, losing his patience.

"Now, listen to that. He's threatening me," the Grandmaster said, cheerfully, enjoying it, amused, fixing the neck of his robe. "Hey, Sparkles, here's the deal. If you wanna get back to Ass-place, Assberg..."

"Asgard." Thor corrected again.

"Any contender who defeats my champion... their freedom they shall win," the Grandmaster finished. He seemed to be relishing Thor's discomfort, glancing now and then towards his brother.

"Fine, then point me the direction of whoever's ass I have to kick!" Thor said, he was not going to get cowered by this madman.

"That's what I call, contender." He seemed amused by Thor, all the time. With his laughter he was discrediting Thor and that only added to his anger. "Direction would be, this way, Lord." With a strange device, the Grandmaster made his chair move away from his brother and the party parlour.

"Wah! Loki! Loki!"

Thor was ushered in an undignified way to an elevator. Then, several things happened too fast for him. He finally found himself free from the chair, waiting his turn in a circular holding cell, surrounded by other contenders. He went down to his knees to perform the ritual words for his deceased father. Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't had time to grieve for his father but now... Now it seemed he would have some solitude. "Odin. I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death," the last three words were repeated by someone at his back.

As he twisted and rested on the floor, he glanced at his brother. He seemed quite composed. Thor thought he saw something flicker in his brother's eyes.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Being lied to. Being told you are one thing," Loki seemed to stop to take a deep breath, but it was too fast and he continued, "and then learning it's all a fiction." His voice seemed calm. Thor was suddenly feeling so exhausted of Loki's shit that he looked for a rock. He knew that couldn't be truly Loki. His brother wouldn't deign to come see him now that he was a prisoner. "You didn't think I'd really come and see you, did you? This place is disgusting," he said with a smile. Thor threw another rock. "Does this mean you don't want my help?"

"Sure... But not now. I would have needed it before," Thor said, still reclined on the wall, looking past Loki. He threw another rock his brother's way. Loki sighed.

"Well. I couldn't geopardize my position. The Grandmaster has taken a liking to me but his interest could become deathly if he gets bored or affronted by any-" Thor threw another rock. Loki's hands feel to his side, looking him, imploring. "Really? Please, Thor, will you listen to me for just a second? I don't have much more time and I have to try and contact Heimdall aga-"

This got Thor's attention.

"Heimdall?" he grunted as he jumped up. "You can contact Heimdall?"

"Yes but-"

"Do it now! Let him take us out from here!"

"As I was saying, it's not that-"

"Loki! We are short on time. We must leave! NOW! Hela might have already arrived at Asgard, and we don't know what her true purpose is."

"But, Thor, first we nee-"

"LOKI! NOW!"

His brother's face became a blank mask and Thor realised, belatedly, that he was projecting all his anger onto him.

"You will not listen..." was the sad answer from him, before disappearing.

Just before Thor could react, a creature came running towards where Loki had been mere seconds ago.

"Piss off, ghost!" the creature said, kicking the wall. "He is fricking gone..."

Thor looked past him... The hurt and sadness in his brother's face had been too real to be fake. But still... Loki could fake faking, so who knew what was really going on.

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Thor had outdone himself. That was for sure. He had ran towards Brun's room to set the plan in motion but as he was in the middle of his talk with her he had received a message: The Grandmaster wanted him in his special balcony. There would be a match between Thor and Banner that afternoon and Loki... Loki was in no mood to watch his brother's ass being handed to him. But on the other hand... He was feeling a bit vindictive, so maybe seeing Banner kicking Thor's ass for a change would make his own rage subside.

Upon arriving, he saw a long, white couch. The Grandmaster was sitting already, but he got up to greet him, arms wide open, as if asking for a hug. Loki smiled tensely at the man and bowed, too disturbed to be his usual smartass, and sat down at the other end of the couch. At first, the Grandmaster frowned, but then he just shrugged and sat down, his twin assistants sitting on his lap, making him giggle.

Loki was feeling too stressed to be bothered by anything else. The public roared as the Grandmaster appeared before them to preset the contestants for this match and Loki couldn't calm down. He wondered what would happen then.

More notes: The dialogue between Thor, Loki and the Grandmaster was taken from the film (parts of it, heh). Also part of the conversation between Thor and Loki in the round, endless cell.