Notes: Sentiment, again. This time other kind of sentimentalism, lol.

So... Two parts on this chapter: part one En Dwi. Part Two Thor. Both happen around the same time.

En Dwi wasn't quite sure why the name of Sparkles' was something he hated so much, since he had never ever even heard it before. Maybe it was because it was such an ugly name? It couldn't be because Sparkles had almost bested his champion. Nor that he had run off away as soon as he had seen Loki. Of course he wasn't spying on Loki. No, no. That was a very bad thing to do and to say. He was just monitoring his own place. That his steps were directed without stopping nor needing directions towards the exact point where Loki was located, not needing to use any of his very cool, very neon-y and modern artifacts to know where the man was. That would had been a waste of his time and usually he was all about wasting time –he had it all in spades, after all– but now he had the urge to not do the same as always. Not that he couldn't just appear right besides Loki if he wanted, he just enjoyed walking. It wasn't that he was doubting everything and kind of expected Loki to betray him but...

Wait a second. Betray? How? Why? No matter. That wasn't important. What was important right now was that the Lord of Thunder was at the other side of this very plain door. Why was here such a plain door in the first place? It lacked something, a bit of personality. Maybe a stripe in red rimmed with gold. Or even blue! He liked blue this time around. Blue has been his favourite for the last century. Had it become old news now? Should he choose a new favourite colour? Something told him that blue was the right choice at the moment. Well, maybe soon he could choose a new favourite. Orange? White? Bah! That was something to decide next decade. Perhaps that was too soon?

As his mind wandered about, thinking about colour the door slid open and En Dwi had to decide whether to enter, close the door and wait or enter and obliterate Sparkles right then and there because he didn't quite like what was going on –he should have come with Topaz, really, you could count on her, she always carried his Melt Stick for him whenever they went together and she would have been immensely happy to use it–. He had already seen Sparkles doing that same thing with Loki before, keeping secrets, which was a no-no, and whispering was a way of keeping secrets, not that he wouldn't eventually know what was going on, but still, it was the principle.

And yet, instead of doing any of these, he went inside, closed the door and walked up to the two, a frown forming on his face. He was starting to get tired of frowning, all that because of Loki. Maybe he should just kill him and retrieve Aleeria's soul fragment and be done with him. He possessed the biggest shard he had encountered until then and surely would contain more memories. It also seemed to contain a jam of her final moments and other times, so maybe he could use it as a compass to get to the rest of them. After all, even if he was still in Sakaar, that didn't mean he couldn't leave. He could, whenever suited him, he just loved being here and loved in his planet.

His sandaled feet almost didn't make a sound, but inside the room, with all the silence, they made thunderous steps. Just as angry as he was. This room wasn't one of his favourites. It had come out too small for his liking, only allowing ten party goers in one go at most, even thought it looked spacious enough. It had no windows but the blue neon lights supplied all the necessary light. He had wanted a lounge in which hold a few private parties but the bar space was too narrow for some of his bartenders and the dance floor wouldn't be able to hold more than five. It was a disappointing room, really. He should just use it as a storage room of some sort... Or even burnt it, because the disappointment grew by the second.

He focused on the two brothers again, getting angrier. Loki was agains the wall, his clothes thorn apart, legs parted to accommodate the bulk of Sparkles, who was kneeling between his thighs, both hands framing Loki's face, long, strong fingers reaching even the back of his neck –his frown deepened–, as their foreheads were linked. They were breathing in tandem. Loki's hands were gripping Sparkles' wrists, as if trying to get rid of them. Loki made a discomforting sound, most surely displeased by the touch. Both of them had closed eyes.

Sparkles, honouring his name, was producing sparkles here and there, that seemed to travel towards Loki and, upon touching his skin, became a gold and green smoke that seeped into Loki's skin. That must be horrific. They moth made a sound at the same time. What kind of ritual where they doing? Were they getting married or something? He wasn't quite sure of what kid of creature Loki was, there had never been one like him in Sakaar, and they had hosted more than one kind. He had seen fighters like Sparkles thousand of times, thought. But Lokis? So far, only one.

Their breathing became more agitated and then Loki's nose started bleeding. More than seeing it, he could feel Loki frowning. What were they doing? In seconds, they were speaking in hushed tones, not unlinking themseles. Loki's grip became stronger on Sparkles' wrists and Sparkles' infuriating thumbs caressed Loki's cheeks. Their mouths were too close for comfort so before their lips could brush together he put a hand on Sparkles' shoulder and ripped him away from his Loki.

"My, my, what a, ah..., what a beautiful reunion. I didn't know this was how you made it in Assberg."

Loki was gripping his head, and looked in pain. Thor –what a stupid name, really, whose name was 'Thor', he hated it, the ring to it was bad, he had hated that name ever since he heard it and couldn't really be bothered to try and understand why it bothered him so, after all, he despised stupid things, and that was the end of it–, on his part, had recovered and was on his feet, ready to fight. En Dwi chuckled, amused.

"Brother, stop." Loki's strained voice came from his back. When had he walked between the two?

"Yes, brother." En Dwi's hands were resting with ease at his hips, his smile bright and welcoming. "You see, Sparkles? I also, eh, have a brother. We don't, ah, talk too much. No, no. In fact, it has been a few centuries since I last saw him, but the thing is, that I, uh, wouldn't do this... Thing... This... What kind of tantric sex was that? I, ah, I do not aprove of this. You have to inform me beforehand if you want a one on one. Otherwise I cannot see if it's a good match. What if it isn't a good match? All bad vibes would follow you all over the place, infecting others and that's a no-no," he said, giggling now, enjoying Sparkles' face. He looked like a cornered mouse. Caught in the middle of doing something naughty! Wasn't it?

"Tantri- What!? Sex? With Loki?" Sparkles' face twisted into one of revulsion. He also looked as if he would vomit. Loki also made a gagging sound, adding an eww. "That's disgusting. Eeww!"

En Dwi was irritated by how similar their reactions were. Not because they were opposed to sex between each other, which was a relief, of course, but because they acted in a way that indicated such closeness they would mimic the same patterns.

"Anyways, boys, you were doing a naughty thing. Sparkles, darling, you cannot go around touching my green code guests. Well, technically, you can touch them but you have to have my specific permission, like when you were in the arena, where you can touch my champion but Lo-Lo here? That's a no-no." He made a 'no' motion with his finger, tsking for added effect.

"He is my brother!" Sparkles roared in indignation.

"Ah, you see? That's where you are wrong. Outside? Maybe. But here. In Sakaar? He is my green code guest and you cannot touch him. I don't give you permission. I won't have you melted, as you are new and he was your brother and it looks like you missed him but this will be the last time." Without waiting for his answer, he shooed him away with a movement of wrist. In a blink, Thor was gone.

"Wha-?"

Loki was still at his back, sitting on the floor. As he turned around, he saw that his Loki was still bleeding from the nose.

"Aw, look at you. How awful! Let's get you cleaned up. This brother of yours was too forceful and now you are hurt."

Loki just looked up at him, eyes unfocused.

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Thor had been so angry at himself for believing the lie of his own making. Upon seeing Loki well and alive back in Asgard he had thought Loki's second death a mere trick. It had been so painful to see his brother being pierced by that blade. He had just regained him and even if he had been angry at Loki for all that he had done since his failed coronation day, part of him had been immensely happy to see his brother ali e and kicking, even if what he was kicking was Midgard. Still, the gruesome scene that developed before his eyes had almost killed him too, having just lost his mother, his paramour in mortal peril, his father unfeeling... Amd his brother dying in am attempt to help him out.

But then, after he had managed to get over his grief, he had seen Loki relaxing, using his father's face in a farce that seemed to be applauded by the court. So yes, he had thought, enraged, that Loki had been playing tricks on him once again. And then he had seen that blasted video in which his brother –for slme reason he was not going to judge– had appeared naked and it showed... Showed...

He had ran to him. Centuries of practising hide and seek with Loki had fine tuned him to locate his sneaky brother. Of course, that was also true for Loki. So he had to be fast and effective, not letting any room for his brother to devise an escape plan, because it wouldn't matter if Loki decided to hide, Thor would find him. Running away? That would be a notch more difficult. So, now that he was freed of that thrice damned disk, he called upon his own element and used the ozone to feel where his brother's seidr disrupted the air.

It was shocking feeling so many disruptions at once, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He had never before been in a place where there were so many seidrmasters together. Instead of getting lost in all the new flavours he focused on finding the one familiar, the one he knew like the palm of his hand. And found him, ignoring all the others –so weak in comparison that he even got surprised at his own disdain from them– he set his course thought the halls and corridors and as he saw him from behind, and called, and he ran, and Thor did too, and he tackled him down.

Rage, anger, fear, despair, uncertainty. Was it really Loki? Was it really his brother. Was this place even real? What if Hela had sent him to a parallel universe? What if his own brother had been obliterated from the fall, sword piercing his flank, draining his body of life? He didn't want to think about that. So he sought to destroy. The easiest would have been to hit the nearest wall. Instead, he dragged a fighting Loki into the closest room and slammed him against the wall and then... Then... He ripped his clothes.

He didn't want to see. He never wanted to see. He would have preferred for it all to be an illusion to make the video more appealing, more interesting. But there it was. The damned proof of Loki's death.

The conversation that had followed hadn't been easy. He had felt a lump in his throat and no matter how many times he swallowed it kept being lodged inside, making it difficult to speak. One voice inside his head kept telling him the same thing. That voice sounded like Loki when they were children: You failed to peotect your little brother. No matter how many times he fought against that with 'but he is an adult now', the voice continued saying the same words, over and over, like a mantra.

"All right, what do we do?" he asked.

"Right, well... First, we need to synchronize our breathing, heart rate and minds. For that we need to be linked somehow."

"Headbutt works?" Loki smiled sideways at his attempt to joke.

"Could work. I will have to keep track of your pulse. Also, you have to breathe to my rhythm."

Thor nodded. That made sense.

"And then?"

"And then," Loki swallowed, "you send the weakest of your sparks to me and I canalize it into seird that I can use. Then I will try to find Heimdall and speak with him. Bear in mind that you must not think! I know that's something you are familiarised with," Thor snorted, Loki glared, not stopping, "but please do not think, just focus on breathing in, breathing out. We will be linked, minds too, and the slightest disruption could render us..." He made a vague gesture, but Thor understood, so he nodded. "Also, whatever you see, whatever you hear, try to not react, our hearts must beat at the same time."

"Yes, your highness, I will endeavour to control the parts of my body that are out of my control," he said, sarcasm dripping from his lips. Loki smacked him.

"Focus, Thor! We might be able to speak with Heimdall and warn him further! It is of the utmost import that we succeed. I managed to speak briefly with him a few weeks ago, and when I came back into my senses hours had passed. We could get trapped outside ourselves and come back to starving bodies."

Thor sobered up, nodding.

They began then. Loki scolded him for a couple of minutes when his mind started wantering but in the end, he managed to follow his brother's instructions.

What happened next was aweinspiring and terrifying. He had never felt something like this before... And then he felt Loki's pinch on his skin and he focused once again on his breathing and sending small amounts of energy towards his brother. At first, Loki scolded him, urging him to do better, faster, that they didn't had time and Thor did. He tried harder... Because he had burnt his brother with his power.

"Sorry," he said, scowling.

"Stop that! Just focus and you will manage. I know you have it in you, even if buried deep down. So please, brother, stop burning me."

Thor swallowed, feeling shame. He nodded, nonetheless, and went back to work. And it seemed to work! But he tried not to get overly excited, as it could prove dangerous for Loki, who was in a very vulnerable position at the moment.

They stayed like that for who knew how long, until Loki started to speak with him, directly into his head.

"How am I able to hear you?"

"The same way I hear you. We are synchronized. Now, listen. Heimdall was finishing gathering all the civilians when the rainbow bridge opened up and Hela stepped in. The Idiots Three are trying to stall her and all the warriors had been gathered. I've told him to relay everything we know and everything I suspect about Hela to the Idiots Three. I don't know how long until they know and devise a plan, but the funny thing is that between our comunication, on his end, it had been barely two minutes, which give us plenty of time to find a way to leave Sakaar safely. We just need to lay low for a while and wait until our presence stops being intriguing to the Grandmaster."

"And how do we do that? He seemed quite interested in you, and I have been invited to be part of his new idea for the arena: mock wars between my army and Friend Bruce's army."

"... We are screwed... Bör Bollocks!"

"Loki! Language!"

"What!? It was you who taught me that!"

"No matter. So, we find a way to leave and then?"

"Well, we could acquire one big ship, maybetwo, from here and use it to move our people somewhere else while we try to fight off Hela. Also, I have this one acquaintance who could help us. Her name is Scrapper-142, or Brun. I call her Brun... You know her."

"Good idea. And I am pleasantly surprised you managed to get more help."

"Fuck you, Thor!"

"Do it yourself, coward."

"Eeww!"

"Ha! I knew I could win at least once against you with-"

"Ugh!"

"Loki?"

"Sorry, too much..."

Then, his voice stopped resonating inside Thor's head. He was speaking now.

"Are you okay?" Thor whispered.

"No... I think I have overexerted myself... Even if I have you as a battery, I do have my limits..."

"Don't worry... I will take you to the medical ba-"

But Thor couldn't finish his sentence because he was grabbed by the shoulder and thrown to the other end of the room. He got into attack stance in a heartbeat and saw the Grandmaster smiling at him, daring him to attack... And the creature was shielding Loki from his view. He almost snarled, ready to fight. The brief conversation, if one could call that such, left him worried and when he was whisked away to his new chambers –big windows, wite walls with colourful stripes– he almost fell down from dizziness...

"To Hel with this planet!" he gruntled, before losing his footing.

More notes: Next chapter... Maybe... Loki's point of view... But it won't be about this exact thing, no... That would be too much. It will be a continuation, yes! No repeating dialogues hehe! Nah, I just had to write this in parts because it felt important to show various points of views.