When Darcy woke up the next morning the first thing she felt was her numb leg, she barely could straighten up.
She just have spent a night on the shortest sofa she ever saw in something she'd call closet, if it wasn't so cosmically in there.
Well, at least she haven't been melted. There were always some pluses.
She sighed slowly getting up. She immediately spotted some clothes on the back of her temporary bed.
Someone had to leave them there for her the previous day, but she didn't notice, which was quite likely, as she just threw herself on the bedsheets and immediately fell asleep.
Darcy leaned on the back of the sofa to take the clothes.
Surprisingly they didn't turn out to be her clothes from the previous day, but some completely new one someone had to choose for her.
She frowned with wonder checking them up.
They turned out to be a yellow shirt, a silver, long skirt to the ankles and long, purple mantle.
Not the choice she would go with, but not so bad as well.
She quickly changed leaving the grey and dull, but surprisingly comfortable pajamas on the sofa and directing her steps towards the door.
To be honest, she wasn't sure what to do. The Grandmaster, or whatever he called himself wanted to meet her today, but she rather didn't want to meet him.
So maybe, she considered, if she just quickly went down and found the exit she would be able to run away without being noticed.
Of course later she'd meet even more problems - for example the weird people in masks or someone able to use that weird teasing thing Darcy still had hooked up to her arm.
Exactly - she thought to herself forgetting for a moment about the door and the plan and focusing on this little thing - she had to get rid of this.
But once she tried to get it off her arm, she only felt weird electricity next to that spot, on which she shivered and this thing didn't move even for millimeter.
Maybe, after all, that wasn't that good idea.
She shrugged to herself thinking that at least she is not closed in there - or she just didn't hear the lock the previous evening.
Darcy pressed the handle and yes - the door actually were open.
As she went out of the room she thought she'll find herself somewhere in the middle of the corridor, but what she saw was completely different from what she expected.
She turned out to be in the room just next to the chamber she was in the previous day on the audience with the Grandmaster.
She shivered on the memory of this guy from the garbage dump being melted.
The Midgardian quickly shook that thought away and looked around the room more closely.
Today there were definitely more people than before.
She swallowed nervously.
But maybe, just maybe her plan still wasn't impossible to fulfill, she tried to cheer herself up.
The people didn't seem to focus on her too much so she decided that if she's careful enough, she'll be able to leave the room without meeting someone she wouldn't like to meet.
She took a few steps ahead hearing as the door from her closet are shutting behind her - she felt almost like Harry Potter - and just then she heard a loud, demanding voice.
"Oh, the girl from yesterday!" It was the man in yellow robes, who stood in the enter from the other side and evidently just came in. Behind him there stood the guardian with his scepter - now Darcy could definitely tell she was a woman.
The Midgardian cursed under her breath. Her sense of time was as good as always.
"Topaz." Said the Grandmaster with imperial tone looking away from Darcy and pulling his hand towards his companion.
The mortal wasn't sure if what she saw was what she thought it was for she didn't have glasses, but it looked just like her IPhone.
Now she knew she had to stay on Sakaar for at least a few minutes longer.
So she approached the Grandmaster slowly and when he noticed her going in his direction he smiled weirdly and showed her the huge sofa with the gesture.
Once they both sat and Topaz stopped just over them, the old man started.
"First, what's this?" He pointed at - now Darcy was sure of it - her IPhone laying in his hand.
The Midgardian frowned.
So they didn't know what was that, right? If that was so, maybe the old man will be delighted enough not to melt her.
"That's IPhone." She answered finally and slowly, not to offend Grandmaster, took it away from his hand. "Look, it works like that." She pressed the middle button making the screen light up.
The old man gasped.
"Amazing!" He commented. "What else does that MePhone do?"
Darcy smiled to herself halfly because her plan worked and halfly from the name the ruler called her IPhone.
"Well…" She wondered how to put it the best way. "You can find any information on it."
The Grandmaster nodded his head wisely, though Darcy was almost sure he didn't understand how was that possible.
"You know, there's this thing called internet." She explained. "And there's everything. Though I don't have it here."
"Why?" The old man looked seriously intrigued.
Darcy shrugged.
"Cause you don't have satellites, I guess." She glanced at the old man and seeing his expression slowly coming back to less excited, added. "But you can do stuff offline as well. For example play some games or… watch something."
"Watch something…" The Grandmaster repeated with cautious, yet curious voice. "What?"
Darcy frowned trying to remember what good did she have saved on her phone, until she reminded herself.
She had one, very specific bootleg. It wasn't in best quality, but the contents recompensated it.
So before she could stop herself, she spitted out.
"Something great, wanna see Grandy?"
For a moment she didn't receive the answer so she slowly looked up to see the Grandmaster with stunned expression.
Only then she realised she probably shouldn't have called him like that.
"Listen I'm sorry, I…" She started.
"What a creativity!" The Grandmaster laughed suddenly making her jump from shock and looked at her clearly excited. "Grandy!" He chuckled once again. "Amazing, yes, absolutely amazing." He decided and then frowned. "And what's your name, creature?"
Darcy blinked a few times needing a moment to come with herself to order.
"Darcy Lewis." She finally answered. "Though you may…"
But then again, before she got to finish the Grandmaster's mind flew already to some other topic.
"So, what was that great thing you wanted to…" He paused for a moment trying to remind himself what word did she use. "Watch."
Darcy raised her eyebrows on him, but slowly unlocked her phone and went to gallery.
"Hamilton: The Musical. Ever heard of it?" She answered after a moment.
"Is that this spectacle in which everyone dies in the end and there's this guy who walks around and asks everybody if he should live or not?"
Darcy blinked a few times.
"That's Shakespeare, man." She said. "I doubt you'd like it, but I'm sure Hamilton is perfect for you. There's even the character really similar to you."
"Is that a handsome, charming ruler who has respect and money?" Asked the Grandmaster suddenly even more interested.
Darcy laughed to herself.
"You are really good at guessing." She said smiling mysteriously and putting the phone on the coffee table in front of them. "Get ready to be emotionally destroyed." She said and pulled "play".
At first the Grandmaster wasn't as interested as Darcy thought he'll be. He was constantly stopping the video, commenting or wriggling.
But after more or less fifteen minutes he completely drown. He just sat there and when someone came to him to give him something to drink and spoke… well it almost costed him life.
He was so focused on what's going on on the screen that he barely noticed when Darcy said a few words to him and silently left to the toilet.
It took her a while, but when she came back, she stopped dead with crossing the doorstep.
Yes, the Grandmaster was still in the same position, but just next to him there laid a wet spot that stinked with burned body and Topaz stood just next to it with the rule's scepter.
Darcy thought she was going to vomit, but just then she heard the Grandmaster's loud gasp as the - probably - the first act have ended.
"Amazing!" He shouted getting up and looking straight on Darcy, visibly not noticing her terrified expression. "If not for one guy I'd finish a minute ago, but I had to melt him for he was bothering me too much." He looked at the wet poop with disgust and annoyance.
Darcy closed her eyes for a moment, so she didn't have to look on the melted person.
"That's… sad." She assumed carefully.
The Grandmaster took a few steps ahead.
"Now I need a break before the second part." He announced. Only then Darcy opened her eyes. He was now standing just next to her observing her with expression full of desire for new activities. "I'll go for a quick flight around and then will give you a new apartment."
The Grandmaster glanced at the little room he placed Darcy in before with disdain.
"It'll be just next to mine, so I won't have to go far away to meet with you, Darcy Lewis." He smiled now looking back at the MIdgardian, who tried to smile back, but it didn't came out very well. "I'll also place your stuff in there and some clothing."
Darcy nodded slowly, not sure if 'thank you' would be a good type of thanks in this situation.
"So, are you coming with me?" He offered looking at her awaitingly.
The Midgardian sighed.
She knew she probably should go if she didn't want the old man to change his idea about her, but she simply had to rest for at least a bit.
That's why she said.
"No, next time, Grandy."
The Grandmaster shrugged.
"No flight with me, your loss." He stated, but didn't push the topic. "I'll tell someone to get your chamber ready at once then."
And with that words he went away leaving Darcy perplexed and relieved at once in the middle of the place she heard somebody calling the 'game room'.
Loki didn't get to do much, when his sister pushed him out of Bifröst. He instinctively tried to catch on something not to fall but - obviously - it gave him nothing. He felt the air hitting his shoulders. The god started to frantically wonder what can he possibly do to escape death - as he always did - but nothing came to his mind.
A moment later he felt as a few different forces started to spin him around. And he was unable to control or to do anything at all.
He was being dragged in a huge, orange cyclon with a blurred, little hole at the outlet of it, through which he was able to see the ground.
The spinning was getting faster and faster. Finally Loki had to close his eyes, because the particles of dust kept falling into them.
What a disgraceful way to die for a god - he thought and just then the spinning suddenly stopped.
But now he started to fall even faster than before, straight into perfectly visible now, colourful ground.
He closed his eyes again trying to focus on the bright sides - for example that at least no one will probably ever know how his life ended - when suddenly, instead of hitting a hard, though ground he sank straight into a tank of water.
It was painful.
Loki hit the water with his right part of body and it was an awful feeling - but he was definitely still alive.
The god quickly float to the surface and took a deep, saving breath. He just stayed like that for a bit trying to understand what the hell just happened when he heard someone's voice over his head.
"What are you doing on my planet, on my ship and in my swimming pool, fancy man?"
As Loki looked up he saw a medium height, older man in yellow robes. The god threw his hair from his face so he could see better who exactly is talking to him.
When he finally was able to look in his intercultor's face, he actually raised his eyebrows.
That surely seemed like an interesting beginning of new acquaintance.
Also did that man mention that it was his planet?