Notes: Explicit shit happens in this chapter. Well, explicit but, as some would say: not the whole way in. Lol.
Also, if you are looking for only explicit shit, there's also a bit of plot, which is the middle section.
When he had taken Loki with him the last thing En Dwi had been expecting was to kiss his mouth. But life always had the best of surprises waiting for him. Luck on his side, as usual. When was the last time he had kissed someone else with such a sense of possessiveness? He couldn't recall. No matter. Loki's lips yielding for him, giving way, was one of the best things to feel in the last few hours. Oh, what a sweet gasp he swallowed as soon as he bit him. Loki's hands, instead of keeping idle over his chest were tangled in his hair, maybe a bit more forceful than what he was used to, but En Dwi could do rought. He could do so, so rough.
He decided to let Loki lead and soon discovered it had been a good move. Loki's hands were still in his hair, pulling him in. His own hands were exploring Loki's back, as Loki's tongue played with his. Loki started to walk him to the wall, where he pinned En Dwi. That made him hum, pleased. He was plastered to his body but he had the audacity to leave En Dwi's mouth alone. Granted, he immediately went for his jaw and neck –which was pleasant enough–, but he wouldn't have minded it if they just kept on kissing.
Having Loki on him, En Dwi grabbed his buttocks and forced their groins together, letting Loki feel the extend of his desire. Loki gasped, then whined.
"Grandmaster..." he moaned, breatheless. En Dwi decided that he wanted to take control now and so took his lips again, lifting him. As if by instinct, Loki's legs wrapped around his hips. He walked with Loki to the nearest couch where he sat him, not leaving his mouth even for a second. Loki was humming in agreement.
"You... You do things that make me irritated, you know?" he growled, then went back to biting Loki's lips, tearing gasps and hums from his throat. "You should know by now... What I like and what I dislike..." One of his hands descended over Loki's naked torso, stopping by the waist of his breeches, playing with the laces.
"I... I must admit... I did some of those on purpose..."
"My... What, ah... naughty one you are... Quite the trickster."
Loki's face became bitter for a second and that wasn't a good look on him so he kissed him again.
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"So that's the plan so far." Scrapper-142 took a swing at her 'tea'. She had been explaining what they were going to do, well more like what Loki needed them to do so he could leave and come back. Loki hadn't been idle and chatting and partying here. He had been trying to get back from the get go and Thor had only seen the surface, as always. There was one thing he still wanted to ask his brother but that would need to wait.
"Hmm... There's a way to conceal The Hulk after that," Thor said. He looked at his friend, who was entertaining himself in one way or another, Thor didn't quite understan how. "But he will have to follow me to the ship that took him here."
"Okay," Hulk said. "Then we fight again."
Thor nodded, smiling.
The day had passed by in a weird fashion for him. First, he had been transferred to his chambers, where he had gotten so dizzy he fell. Then, he had tried to find his brother, to no avail, when he saw the woman who had captured him. She had offered no aplogy and had no remorse, but instead a way out back to the fight. It had taken him less than a minute with him to realize she was a valkyrie.
They had spoken and she had taken him to see the Champion, who was his friend Bruce Banner in his berserkr form, The Hulk. It had been a different kind of gathering. He had tried to convince Scrapper-142, the Valkyrie, to come with him and fight against Hela, but she wouldn't hear any of that.
"I already said no to your brother," she had told him after he had asked for the fifth time. "What makes you think that you have a bigger oportunity of making me come with you?"
"Because I am way more charming than him. And more handsome," he had smiled at her, she had just kept a straight face and took a swing on her drink.
"Right... I guess..."
And after that, the Grandmaster had joined them. He had been eyeing Thor, as if looking for something. Thor had been quite tense during the whole affari, not knowing if the mage would send him away again. He was also worried about Loki but no amount of stories about their adventures sufficed to make the man speak.
But learning that Loki would fight against the man had helped Thor calm down a bit. And Loki as an adult already, he could take care of himself, as he had already shown. Even in the throes of death, Loki would come on top. His heart ached. It had been just a few hours that he had learnt the truth about Loki's death. He had truly come back from Helheim, hadn't he? Always the trickster, he could even cheat death.
Thor centered himself, focusing on the now.
"Then, do we have the codes for the ships?"
"Well, Lackey had gotten most of them. Right before you came he was working on getting the last set of numbers but now I don't know if he will get them. You seem to have thrown everything off balance." She sounded accusatory.
"Me?"
Scrapper-142, for he still hadn't gotten her name, huffed.
"Yes, you! Loki was finally in the good graces of the Grandmaster. Well, not that that's a difficult task to do, but he had been able to keep his interest, which is a bit more complicated. Few people can manage to do that, and even more in half a year-"
"Wait, half a- HALF A YEAR!?" Thor couldn't believe that. When he got separated from Loki it had been just a couple of secods, and then a matter of a few hours before he was in front of the ruler of Sakaar.
"Don't yell, will you? I will get a headache," Scapper-142 complained. "And yes. Haven't you been told? Time in Sakaar works differently than outside."
Thor had been told. By the Grandmaster. While he had been flirting with his little brother. And Loki had looked as bemused as him. Right? It had come as a surprise...
"Oh, Norns!"
"Hey, Sparkles, don't feel bad! That only means you have enough time to prepare before leaving," she patted him on the arm, encouraging. Strangely enough, she just irked him. She sounded so condescending he had the urge to demonstrate her she was wrong.
"So... Half a year..."
"Right. Lackey got the interest of the Grandmaster, easy peasy. He has survived; not as easy. He has maintained his interest: god tier level of difficulty!"
Thor snorted.
"We are gods..." he mumbled.
"Yes, sure. Gods. And I am the Queen of Garbage."
"Very well. How come I am hindering you?"
"Ah, yes. As I was saying: Lackey's got the good graces, and even got a special name for himself. He is now a Code Green Guest. Before only one 'guest' had the Code Green and it was something completely different. The Grandmaster changed it all and everything. Well, the thing is: everybody on Sakaar is banned from touching the Code Green Guests without the explicit permission from the Grandmaster himself. And you, my friend, have been nothing but touchey touchey with Lackey since the moment you arrived."
"What? What do you me-"
"You grabbed Lackey and took him into a secluded room where you proceeded to feel him up and down. It's all in the cameras," she said, rolling her eyes. "I hacked them and blocked the view just in case, but I'm sure the Grandmaster knows." Oh, the Grandmaster knew alright. "And if he knows he either is planning a public execution –which means your death– or he is going to imprison Lackey, which means we won't be able to see the kitten for a while. Maybe a couple of weeks, maybe three months. The Grandmaster can be quite possessive and jealous at times."
She finished her discourse with another swing of her flask of 'tea' –Thor still didn't know why she kept cally her mead, tea, but to each their own–.
"Ah, I see how my presence has becomen an inconvenience for the plan." Shoulders slumping, he was sulking now. "Wait a second. Do you know how he has managed to get all the codes?" he shot the answer, looking at the Valkyrie again. "Maybe I could try and get them if Loki is going to be unable."
Scrapper-142 started laughing so hard and loud that the Hulk roared. But Thor's gaze never left her face and he awaited patiently through the fit, as she dried the tears that came from her eyes, and weezed, and slapped her knee, and folded over, and kept laughing. When about then minutes passed, he frowned. She was still laughing so hard.
"You made her laugh, that's good," the Hulk said and went back to his own devices. Ones that Thor had still to decypher. Why was he so busy all of a suden. He looked back and the woman.
"Did I say something funny?"
"Yes- ahahahahaha- you are so hilarious! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well, thank you. Now... Will you tell me?"
"Okay, okay. Let me- hahahahahaaha..."
And then, another ten minutes passed. Thor waited, as patiently as he could. He wanted to smash something.
"Well?"
"Ah, yes... Aaaahh... I haven't laughed so much in ages... Haha... Well... The thing is he told me he had been playing Talf games with the Grandmaster for a while now but I doubt that's the only thing he has been doing. I mean, I know the Grandmaster. I've been here for a few millenia already, and I can read into the way he looks at Lackey. So, either he is really getting the codes through playing Talf, or he is fucking him."
Thor winced.
"Eeww! Who would want to sleep with Loki?" he said, disgusted. "Oi! Why do you keep calling my brother Lackey?" he asked then, trying to shake off the unwanted mental image of his brother having sex at all.
The Valkyrie grinned.
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Loki was shivering. On top of him he could feel the Grandmaster, power humming, surging through his veins. With every touch he had to fight to keep his mind on the now, or else he would be swallowed by the memories stored within himself. It was exhilarating. He couldn't breathe. He felt the Grandmaster's power through his hands as he traced the scars that adorned his skin, proud marks that he could and would windstand any attack against him.
The Grandmaster's lips were like fire on his mouth. His own lips had started to feel raw and he winced half of the time his lips were grazed by teeth. But he needed it. He needed the Grandmaster's mouth on his, so he took a hold of his hair yet again, pulling him in, drinking from him like a dehydrated man that had found an oasis. Through the haze that had taken a hold of him he felt how big the couch was and did something very bold. Or very stupid.
Clamping one leg on the Grandmaster, holding his clothes with fisted hands and in a switft movement gave a somersault, rolling on his back, aided by his free leg. Now on top of the Ruler of Sakaar, he let himself recover, panting heavily. The Grandmaster's hands were on his hips now. He had a bewildered look in his eyes, but he was smiling. And, oh, wouldn't you look at that? The ridiculous blue strip on his chin was blurred. He brought one hand to his own chin and rubbed, then... His fingers were stained with blue, just as his chin, and most surely his lips. He shivered again.
"And what now?" the Grandmaster asked, cocking his head in a smug way.
Loki just lowered himself and took his lips again, wanting to erase that infuriating smile. He felt hands going up on his back. One was slow and the other, as fast as it could, reached the back of his head to press their mouths closer still. Loki moaned again and felt the Grandmaster's tongue invading him yet again. Fingers tangled in his hair, fisted and tugged. He wasn't ashamed of his own throaty sounds. He almost managed to suppress the disapointing yelp that escaped his lips when the Grandmaster pulled at his hair again, effectively sepparating them. His whimper of loss became a groan of pleasure when he felt the heat of his mouth on his neck.
"Whatever you want," he answered with words, belatedly.
"Are you sure of that, kitten?"
The whisper was directly follower by a bite. He shuddered, gasping for air. There was an unearthly vibration under his skin. He could feel the creature's power surging, enveloping them and Loki was so drunk on it. He could feel the Grandmaster under his skin, behind his eyes, in his mind, on his skin and oh, blessedly on his lips.
"Yes... yes..." he mumbled, mind foggy. He focused his eyes on the creature's.
"You have really pretty eyes, Loki."
They had been touching and kissing each other everywhere, and the Grandmaster had already tasted his sex once –he was still bitter about not being able to reach the memories from that day– but this, this innocent comment made heat rise to his cheeks, blush exploding so furiously he felt the heat coming off his face and going down his neck. It was unfair that the Grandmaster's tanned skin was able to conceal his own reddened cheeks better. He felt affronted by the comment.
"I... Uh, thank you."
He hated being at a loss for words. The man underneath him smiled contently. Then, in a fraction of second, he looked pissed off. Loki frowned, confused.
"What is this, kitten?" he asked, sitting up while keepin Loki in his lap.
"What is what?" Loki retorted, confused. The Grandmaster released his hair to touch his lips. He shivered at the touch. His lips were feeling sensitive, raw, after all the kissing and biting.
"There's marring here I didn't see before. It's so faint that it's almost invisible." He was now anrgy, it would seem.
Loki came out of his confusion, smiling under the touch of heated fingers. He kissed the fingertips, not losing the smile, before answering.
"These are my favourites," he said, proudly. "Though I must admit the stitching was done so fine and the thread was so well crafted that, as you well said, it's barely noticeable." He really liked to brag about it.
"Oh, no. No, no, no. These are very, very unbecoming. Ugly. Ugliest. Let's get rid of them, shall we? I wonder how you haven't made them disappear yet. Or at least wear some kind of glamour over th-"
"Why would I do that? These are my favourites," he cut off, frowning. Then, boldly, took the fingers into his mouth and bit them. The Grandmaster gasped.
"Do not attempt to distract me," he said, affronted. Loki chuckled.
"Why do you care about them? Let me tell you the tale! I love them because they are proof of my mouth being able to save my neck. Quite literally." He was smirking. "Or, we could play a game of Talf... And I can tell you every detail of it, for each piece you take from me," he suggested, grinding into the other. Both gasped, as their bodies welcomed the friction.
"You are, ah... Being quite... playful now... Aren't you?" the Grandmaster giggled.
Loki just kept on smiling. This was the perfect time to get those numbers... But... That would mean stopping.
"Maybe we... We could leave the game for another time and..." he was suddenly feeling shy. Why was it so difficult to ask? The Grandmaster put his hand over Loki's chest and brushed his skin. Then again. What had started as a gentle touch developed into a harsh rub. "What seems to be the matter?" he asked, halting him by grabbing the wrist.
"I don't like that he was touching you here."
Loki frowned. How had he-? Then he schooled his face into another charming grin. Of course... The cameras. He might have seen the records.
"Then... I think there's other ways to erase other people's touch without being so, ah, forcefull."
The Grandmaster smiled too, as he leaned in to touch his lips over Loki's chest. His tongue was as hot as his hands. Scorching, even.
More notes: Wouldn't you find it funny if I had stopped this chapter right after Thor and Brunn's chat? :D Because that's what almost happened, hehehe.
BRING ON THE TALF GAME! LET'S BET!
AAAAND this is it. All that's been written up until now. :D More, soon. Hopefully.