Gliding past the colorful scenes of space before him, Loki was taken over by fear. It was not the first time he was hurdling through space. The time he let go in front of Thor and Odin where he landed in the clutches of Thanos and his cult. Loki feared that it would be a repeat. He would hurdle through only to crash land in front of a genocidal ruler where all his failures would be punished by the power of that purple freak.
Loki plummeted through space debris, causing himself harm. He was glad Sigyn was safe for now and hoped his family would stay safe later. He wondered back to when the day all went wrong and how he wished he changed into his armor and not his lounge wear. The debris was getting worse as he went, and he could no longer maneuver himself away. He blacked out from one of the debris hitting him on the back of his head.
His body landed with a thud upon the window of an extravagant vessel that was idling in midair. His face pressed upon the glass. His impact did give the vessel a bit of turbulence. The laughter and music playing inside halted from the abrupt interruption.
"What was that?" A female wearing only jewelry asked as she looked up. Her reflection stared back down. She was intertwined with others who only wore jewelry or paint upon their bodies.
In the midst, a man with a blue streak down his chin was enjoying the multitude of bodies and the range of pleasure. "We may have rocked the boat." He continued to drown himself in such feeling.
The female knew there was something off. She slinked out of the group to find what it was while grabbing clothing to cover her body. She left the area full of moans and melodic music to find a person face first on the glass. His clothes torn showing that he was in some sort of fight. She let out a small shriek before covering her mouth.
This stopped the party that was happening in the back. There were others that were curious as to why she shrieked. The man with the blue streak moved in between them.
"Well, it looks like someone saw the fun we were having and wanted to join," his eye grazed over Loki's unconscious body. "Someone bring him-bring him inside." He waved at them to follow his orders. He then headed back to the room with mirrors on the ceiling. He walked over a soft full rug that covered the floor. There was a couch at the back where piles of garments were strewn about. The group placed Loki's body upon the couch. "That jawline and those cheek bones! OHH!" He shivered all over with a devious smile. The group looked to the man with the blue streak with curiosity. "He could be a new addition. Lets-lets get back. Besides, my champ-champion might need something."
The captain of the vessel grabbed his garments and placed them back on before driving them back to the tower full of faces. When they were back, Loki was carried to the master's chambers to be washed and cleaned with several outfits for him to choose from.
The man with the blue streaked man met with his champion before going back to his chamber to see Loki still sleeping, but he was sleeping only in a robe upon the master's bed.
"Ohh," the blue streaked man grazed Loki's faced with the back of his fingers. "Cold, brooding, man of mystery." His fingertips moved to skim over the lean washboard body. "Well kept figure. Such an alluring specimen, I must be lucky to have you fall right into my arms. Almost-almost, hmm." He snapped his fingers. "Oh serendipitous. Yes, absolutely."
As he was admiring his new collector's item, a guard entered the room. "Grand Master, its time."
The blue streaked man was called the Grand Master, he oversaw a gladiator type of fight between slaves he accumulated through trades. The guard came to escort him to the arena.
"Tsk," he snatched his fingers away to have them hold up his chin. "I-I can't get a decent second to enjoy such a masterpiece-a-a." he was clicking is fingers for a better word.
"A treasure?" The guard blurted out.
"No-ah-ah-AH! Such a Magnum Opus, yes-fine indeed!" The Grand Master had a hard time breaking his gaze from him before leaving to do his duty. The guard followed him out.
A few hours later, the smell of warm spices and aromatic oils filled Loki's nostrils. He felt pain all over on top of a dizziness. He felt that he was upon something soft but his body was reminding him that he hit something hard and the relief of a soft bedding was not enough. He groaned as he opened his eyes and moving his arms towards his face.
An assortment of colors and textures were the first things he saw before he focused on noticing that he was in a master chamber, one that belonged to someone who was wealthy and in charge.
"Ah," he let out a sigh. "What mess have I gotten myself into now? Least its not the fowl purple beast." He inched his way to sitting position while hissing at the pain. He glanced around the room. A wealthy person indeed, who enjoyed the privileged life. There were obvious signs, such as the extent of clothing in the connecting room, jewelry tumbling out of boxes upon the dresser drawers, an array of fabrics strewn around the room to make it more sensual, and the nauseating aroma that tried to cover up the pungent aftermath of coitus. This was an opportunity. He could latch onto this person to get more information and see what kind of world he ended up in.
The clothes that were lined up for him all had the same provocative styles. He rolled his eyes about this person. As if he would lower his style that much to only weasel out of his predicament. If he was going to wear less clothes, it would only be for Sigyn. Loki gritted through the pain as he stood and headed to the connecting room. He glanced past a mirror, it almost spooked him. Pain was written all over his face. His body was healing, but he did not have any healing stones on him. He saw that the clothes he wore were thrown in a pile off to the side. He used his magic to mend them. He placed them back on. It felt like home. It felt nice. He picked up his green tunic and brought it to his nose. There was a small hint of Sigyn still on there. He clutched at his shirt while closing his eyes. He wondered how she was doing, now that Hela was back. He felt guilty leaving her alone to protect their family. He hoped that she would stay in the home, she would be safest there, but if he was gone too long, the safety of both the second child and her would be worrisome.
A blue and yellow outfit caught his eye as he was thinking about the situation back in Asgard. There were lots of blues, golds, and reds compared to the rest of the colors. He started to put that on over his garments. He glided over to the mirror. Much better. It was more himself with the leather and modesty. The blue and yellow were appealing on him, but he felt that almost any color would be the same. It reminded him of the blue daggers that were created just for him. A faint smile appeared. He placed on a cape with yellow inlay, and three stripes on the edge, a reminder of his family.
Back in Asgard, Hela was keeping her reign going. A hooded figure had been lurking in the city once she made her appearance. He had been helping the people get out of Asgard through the shadows.
Sigyn, he sent a thought. Sigyn. There was no response from her. He was glad that she was safe.
Sigyn heard that familiar voice. It was hard to ignore his call. She felt that she couldn't leave him alone. I am here. She sent a thought back.
You must already know what has befallen Asgard, he sent his thoughts back. You only need to lead the thoughts of the people to safety. I have been guiding most of them.
Sigyn glanced down at her ever-growing stomach and her little boy playing with the toys. She wouldn't be able to listen on all of the people's thoughts but she could create an enchantment to lead them only when they passed through a certain area to lead the them the rest of the way. She created it and let Heimdall know. It was the only thing she could do without showing herself.
The next morning in the new world where Loki had landed, the person who owned the luxurious master chamber came sauntering in. He was aloof as he moved around before heading straight to the bed. This man let out a gasp as his prized possession was gone.
"You have my thanks," Loki stepped out from the connecting room.
The man with the blue streak on his chin sat down in relief. "Such a surprise. You-you are already awake." He clapped a couple of times. "My sincerest apo-apologies for not mm, being here when you have woken up. Tragic, really. I am the Grand Master, but um that's not important. And you are?"
"Loki," he observed this privileged being, seemed to be more of a buffoon at the moment, but Loki did not underestimate him.
"Loki, fits you very well, with the whole brooding persona," his hands moved as if he was casting a spell. "Mm, much mystery and sex appeal. Come, let us go get something to eat, you must be hungry." The Grand Master jumped up with enthusiasm as he made his way over to his newest hunk. He placed his hand on the small of his back and led him along. "Let me show you around."
They headed off to a dining area. The Grand Master gestured for him to take a seat. Loki sat down while the Grand Master ordered food to be brought in. The servants brought an array of dishes that they sat down in front of them. Loki ate in silence while the Grand Master was humming and boasting about the dishes. The Grand Master took him to a window to view the place he ended up in.
"Welcome to Sakaar," the Grand Master smiled as he opened his arms viewing over his area.
Loki took in the cities around the building but what caught his eyes were the wormholes that were spewing debris on the far stretches.
"You must be wondering what kind of place Sakaar, really is?" The Grand Master eyed him. "Ah, wait, there," he pointed to a far-off direction. "That's where I found you, or should I say you found me. Only the guards know where I go for my orgies." Loki blinked. "This way, this way, I'll let you walk through the history of Sakaar."
It was admirable that this planet is full of trash but the people living here are thriving. It was also full of debauchery. He could get use to it for now. The Grand Master invited him to most of the functions. Loki began to network and form allies in case the Grand Master had another scheme up of his golden sleeves.
One night while Loki was asleep, he felt someone move under the covers with him. He stayed the same as to not alert the other. He felt hands gliding over his body. He tried not to reel back in surprise.
"Mm," the person snuggled up to him. Loki became the big spoon. "Fear not, for you are found. You are home, and there is no going back." The person started to serenade his sleeping body. "No one leaves this place. But what is this place? The answer is Sakaar. Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and the unknown. It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you." Loki flinched internally. "But, here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved." The person was the Grand Master and he snuggled himself more into Loki.
Loki kept his eyes shut but he could not fall back to sleep with a stranger lying next to him. His mind wandered from thought to thought. How the fight against Hela was going? It was coming up soon for Sigyn's pregnancy check with their unborn child again and Vali's checkup as well. He counted down the weeks until she was due. He still had time left to get back to her before she gave birth. His anger bubbled at how all his hard work of getting Asgard back to its prosperous glory is now being snatched away by his so-called sister, technically it wasn't his actual sister. Although they had more of a resemblance then Thor and her. Thor looked like the adopted one. Loki's lips twitched into a smirk. Hela, green and black. He now could see why Odin was leery of him. Green and black, full of destruction, similar to Hela, who was banished from Asgard. That is what could have become of him. Banished from Asgard, he could live out a peaceful life in his peaceful little home with his wife and children. That seemed such a paradise and it was, a short lived one.
It was morning once again; this time Loki woke up with the Grand Master rubbing his cheek all over Loki's chest. It was annoying. A guard came into the room, thankfully, to wake the Grand Master.
"Its time," a female voice spoke out. It was not hard to tell she was bored already and not wanting to wait for him.
"Mm, ah," the Grand Master smacked his lips together. He rose up while stretching and yawning. "Already?" Loki didn't hear anything from the female. "Alright, alright." He looked back down at Loki. "Best night sleep so far, so perky."
"We have news on your cousin," the female tried to hurry him along.
"Oh, Carlo," the Grand Master perked up. He got off the bed. "Still back to his old habits."
"Yes, if you come this way, your informant can tell you personally," she continued. The two started to walk away. Her voice became softer. "You have another appointment, your ship is ready as well, maybe another fallen beauty will land on it. Is Carlo, really your cousin?"
"That guy, nooo," the Grand Master chuckled. "No, I have a brother."
Their voices were inaudible, Loki got up to perform his morning routine. This time the Grand Master was not there to show him around but the dining table was full of food for him. He did not complain. It was a few days until he saw the Grand Master again. This time he tumbled into bed and reeked of alcohol. His hands started grasping for Loki. This time he did wake up in surprise.
"Shh, shh," the Grand Master tried to soothe him. He placed his finger on Loki's lips.
"What are you doing?" Loki muttered with the finger still on his lips.
The Grand Master placed his hands over his eyes. "Fear not, for you are found. You are home, and there is no going back." The Grand Master started to sing. "No one leaves this place. But what is this place? The answer is Sakaar. Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and the unknown. It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you." Loki could not resist anymore and tried to fake sleep to get rid of him. "But, here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved." Once the Grand Master was satisfied, he placed himself beside Loki and fell asleep himself.
This became routine for Loki to be tucked in with that anthem or mission statement, whichever the Grand Master wanted it to be. One night, the Grand Master finally made his move onto Loki.
Loki was trying to sleep in bed when the Grand Master came into the room. It was going to be another night of not being able to sleep. The Grand Master snuggled into bed. He got closer to Loki. His lips placed on top of him. Loki flinched.
"Ah, don't be so coy," the Grand Master cooed. "Call me En Dwi Gast, no just En, wait the full name, the full name." He nodded.
"I beg pardon," Loki was trying to come off confused. "I know you are allowing me to use your bed chamber and your clothes."
"You want to know if you have become another pretty thing?" the Grand Master paused. "Hm. Eh-yeah, yeah. Have you never done it before with another male?" Loki did not answer. "I see, I see. This must have been so awkward for you." Loki kept the same silence. "Ah dear me! How horrible of a host I have been!" He placed a hand over his own heart. "We can just go back to cuddling for now, besides, I feel like if we did that together your whole charm would vanish. I don't want that. Let's just lay here. We can become friends first and then I can warm you up to the occasion." He snuggled into him. "I also was having a hard time figuring out who would be the receiving end, or-or we could flip-flop. That's the best-but your charm-mmm, so hard to choose."
Loki could have coitus with him to secure his safety but he was a bit reluctant. If he had to, he would but his thoughts were on Sigyn and his children. He will keep playing this card until the Grand Master gets tired of it.
The closer he tried to get to the Grand Master, the easier it was to get access to codes and keys to ships. He got to attend more parties and events but it also meant being courted by the Grand Master as well. At times, Loki and the Grand Master were far apart at these functions since Loki was not really the Grand Master's type. None of other pretty things believed Loki to be a consort of him, the Grand Master. The Grand Master fancied those that were lovable and could excite with a look. Loki did excite him but for other reasons such as mysterious and brooding. Something that he couldn't have but wanted. It was that feeling that felt riveting.
The Grand Master came back from a late meeting to see his newest eyecatcher asleep in his chamber. He gazed at this glorious piece of art. He leaned against the wall until the next moment he heard mumbling from his art. The Grand Master was curious. He crept over to the bed to listen.
Loki was dreaming about home. His body was twitching in response to the dream. He murmured and clenched his fist. "Sigyn." He muttered her name. It was faint enough that the Grand Master had to crawl onto the bed without waking him. Loki became still. The Grand Master bit onto his knuckles, angry that he couldn't hear what he said. "Sigyn." Loki jerked a bit in his sleep, causing the Grand Master slide off the bed backwards. He fell with a small thud. He lifted his head enough to see over the bed to keep watch. "SIGYN!" Loki jolted upwards clenching both hands onto the blankets. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He was trying to catch his breath as he noticed where he was at. He didn't notice the Grand Master was spying on him. Loki let go of the blankets, it was still creased from his grip. He moved his legs up to lean both his elbows on them while his hands cradled his head. He moved his head to rest his chin on his hands. He gazed out into the darkness. It was almost half an hour before Loki got back into bed. The Grand Master stayed there until Loki was fully asleep. He got into the bed next to him but didn't know what to do with himself, if he should comfort him or just let him be. It was such a predicament.
Thor was still falling through wormholes until he hit the ground with dust covering the area. He woke up on his back to see color piles of space wreckage around him. He noticed something was falling above him. He moved out of the way before being squashed by it. His head was in a disarray, but he needed to get out of here and get back to Asgard. He started to run towards a dune. He reached the top only to find that he was near a beach in a strange wasteland. He scanned the horizon but could not miss the giant wormhole spewing out continuous debris.
His ears twitched as he heard a new commotion bringing his attention elsewhere. A rectangular ship was hauling a crashed space vessel out of the water. Beneath this vessel were several scavengers with masks and alien music was being blasted from the vessel. One scrapper noticed Thor.
"Are you a fighter or food?" The leader asked.
"I'm just passing through," Thor tried to talk his way out of it. Where am I? I need to get back.
"It is food, on your knees," the leader ordered.
Thor was not wanting to fight with them. He had more important matters to attend. His hand flexed out to call for his hammer. Nothing arrived. It was just a reflex. The lead scrapper took this time to aim his gun at him. He hit his mark. Thor fell flat on his back while more scrappers were shooting nets and projectiles. Thor was swatting them away like flies as he tried to flee. The scrappers started to draw in closer with metal bats and clubs in their hands.
Suddenly, a second vessel starts to descend nearby. The name written on was it Warsong, fitting for a vessel that was grandeur and perilous. Alien music was blasting from the vessel, adding to its persona. The front of the vessel popped open with a gangplank extending out to the ground. The scrappers stop what they were doing to turn their attention to the vessel.
A person, female humanoid, lifts a half empty bottle of liquor to her lips and chugs it down. After finishing it, she smashed it against the side of her vessel. "He's mine!" The threat spooked some of the scrappers. She started to head down the gangplank, her threatening aura vanishing with each step she took. Her balance started to sway and her gate became more of a stagger. It was obvious she was beyond inebriated for the next step she took she fell off the plank into a pile of trash. The scrappers then shrugged, not fearing her as threat anymore and started to haul Thor away.
She got herself out of the pile of trash, staggering to her feet, taking in a deep breath. She held onto a piece of junk as support. Thor struggled against the nets and the scrappers only to keep being tangled in nets.
"Wait, he's mine," she repeated her threat. "So, if you want him, you have to go through me." The scrappers brandished their weapons as she was becoming an annoyance.
"But we've already got him," one scrapper explained how futile it was.
The humanoid clanged her gantlets on her wrists together that activated her vessel unknown to the rest. "Alright, then I guess I go through you."
The lead scrapper looked at her. "More food."
She pointed her hands at them, clenching into a fist and her vessel started to open fire. She moved her arms over the scrappers annihilating them within three seconds. She clanged her wrists again. This gained Thor's attention. This humanoid female was coming closer to him. His savior, gorgeous one at that. A huge scrapper came out at his savior with a bat. She grabbed the bat with no indifference hurling him and the bat into the air behind her.
"Thank you," Thor was relieved. I shall ask help from her and get back to Asgard.
She grabbed a small glowing disk from her belt and flicked it at Thor. It lodged in his neck. The scrapper that was hurled behind her, hit the ground with a thud. Thor's feeling of relief was vanishing. The humanoid held up a fob device, pressing the button, allowing thousands of electric current to induce pain, causing Thor to hit the ground, stunned. She went over to his fallen body. She dragged him into her ship. She placed him down into the hold of all of her prisoners. She casted her eyes away from him. It brought back feelings that she tried to bury deep down. She found another bottle and took a swig of it. The bitter taste deadening the feelings that started to sprout.
"What is someone like you doing here?" She spoke to him out loud. "Royalty of Asgard. Your misfortune is my lucky day." She took another swig from the bottle.
Thor woke with his face pressed against the glass of her vessel. The city was below him as they were flying towards it. He was in a glass cell below his captor's cockpit. He eyed her before focusing on the device upon her belt.
"This is Scrapper 142," she spoke into the radio. "I need clearance and an audience with the boss. I've got something special."
"Hey!" Thor tried to get her attention. "Where are you taking me?" From one pit to another. Asgard is in dire need of me and I am stuck here as prisoner.
She didn't want to hear that accent again. She took another swig from the bottle trying to ignore the blonde down below.
"Answer me!" Thor was getting impatient. "Hey! I am Thor, son of Odin. I need to get back to Asgard."
S142 shuddered internally to that name. "Many apologies, your Majesty." She pressed the fob down, releasing that electric current onto Thor. He passed out again. She flew to the Colossal Tower. She chugged the whole bottle trying to drown that name out. Odin. His name left a bitter taste in her mouth.