EXTRA

"Ah…" Loki whispered. Tears streamed down his face as the man behind him pounded into his body fiercely. Thoughts flashed through his mind, each of them worse than the one before.

"What're you thinking about?" the Grandmaster asked, hissing as Loki tightened in surprise. "I don't like it when you think about other things when—"

"I know!" Loki screamed as he felt his erection built up. His body trembled with both fear and terror. He never knew that being away from Thor would cause such feelings to sprout. Or maybe it as just the fact that the man relentlessly raping him had no intention of understanding his feelings. Each time Loki had sex with Thor, it was pleasurable for him…but maybe not so for Thor. Loki never realized the amount of lust withheld by Thor was so great when he and Thor were together.

He missed Thor.

He really did.

"Th…" he cried. Loki never knew that he was capable of crying so hard.

"Grandmaster!" a voice called from the other side of the door. It was the woman advisor, the one who held the Grandmaster's staff for him. The person of matter paused his movement.

"What?" the older man growled. He hated it when people disturbed his "fun time".

"We have a visitor. She says she has a contestant for you."

"Tell her to come by again later!" the Grandmaster shouted. He started moving again, making Loki bite his bottom lip in pain.

"It's the same one that brought the Hulk!" the woman screamed, and the Grandmaster grunted as he pulled out and released his load on top of Loki's arched back. He panted for a few seconds, then said, "I'll come see her shortly."

"Is that man-slu* in there again?" the woman asked in disgust when the door was opened by the man. The Grandmaster laughed.

"You bet," he smirked.

Loki waited till they were far away he couldn't hear them, and then started screaming and crying into the pillows. Three weeks. Three damn weeks he'd been trapped here, and on the second day he had been using his body as a price of exchange to please the terrible man.

Loki cussed, screamed, cried, threw knives everywhere, broke all sorts of fancy accessories, and eventually got a hold of himself. He dawned his clothes on.

"I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, the right heir of Jotunheim…God of Mischief…" he quietly recited.

Taking a deep breath, he took his final step into the meeting hall.

Hundreds of scantily dressed women immediately surrounded him, some asking how he got to stay in the Grandmaster's room for so long, some asking if he would also be interested in women, others asking if he would be so kind to share his "experience".

Loki thrust his head up, refusing to talk to them.

Instead, he took a seat where he knew he would be able to see the newcomer as well as the Grandmaster. Seconds later, his side was crowded by women and a couple of men. He ignored them all, intensely focusing on the figure jerking in his chair. The girl—Valkyrie—passed him by, a look of pity and detest flashing through her eyes.

Anyone that slept with the Grandmaster was vile in this planet.

Only the lowest of the low would sacrifice them to sleep with the old man.

Then the figure stopped jerking, and immediately Loki's eyes went wide. He snapped his head to the left and started talking to a woman he knew not the name of, but he dared not speak loudly nor look at Thor's direction.

Norns, why did it have to be him?

"…Ahhhhhhhhh!" Thor's scream echoed across the entire hall. Loki, however, with his mesmerizing story, had managed to instantly grab the attention of his surrounding crowd. Occasionally he glanced at Thor, until the familiar voice sounded.

"Loki!"

Loki sighed internally and pretended to be pissed off as he shoved his chair back.

"Tell him! I'm the God of Thunder!"

"What are you doing here?" Loki hissed.

Thor explained how he got here, and Loki replied back he had gotten here weeks earlier. The Grandmaster coughed a bit, and Loki quickly started thinking of a way to escape this situation. He was glad to see Thor, yes, but right now…his life was dramatically at the risk of being disfavored.

"I've never seen this man before in my life," Loki said, smiling awkwardly. The Grandmaster raised an eyebrow.

"He's my brother!" Thor exclaimed. The Grandmaster lifted the other eyebrow.

"Adopted," Loki added.

The Grandmaster didn't seem to care whether or not Thor was Loki's adopted brother or not. He seemed to care that Loki was very close with this man.

And that made him unpleased.

A series of events rapidly happened after that, and the only thing Loki remembered was the hurt look in Thor's eyes and his ass throbbing the next day.

"Brother…" Loki whispered. He found Thor sitting in the circle of contestants. Thor didn't seem to care that it was Loki there.

He started throwing stones at him, in fact. It kind of threw Loki off track.

Especially when he did the "get out of here signal" and Thor thrust a giant stone at him. It was humiliating, and Loki couldn't find a better option than to just leave Thor alone.

If he ended up dead tonight, that would be his own problem.

Loki walked into the scenery room after adjusting his clothes. He tried to control his limp, but of course…the hurting backside wasn't helping him much.

Grabbing a glass of champagne, Loki sat down on the opposite side of the couch the Grandmaster was sitting on. He saw Thor entering the arena and started to regret placing a bet on Thor's death. He wasn't sure who the other guy was (even after three weeks, since this was the first time he actually came to the game, not only placing a bet on Contestant A or B), until he heard that thundering roar.

His face paled, and his face slacked.

Loki turned around to leave but was pulled back by the Grandmaster.

His eyes flew across the scene as Thor screamed, "Hey! We know each other! He's a friend from work!"

Work, Loki groaned. The last time you guys worked together was when you and your stupid team of inhumane humans blew up Sokovia into the sky.

Then the fight started, and the Hulk smashed Thor into the opposite wall. Thor screamed, "You're embarrassing me!" and then returned a fist. Loki almost felt bad for the green giant. No one was going to be able to beat that idiot of a brother he had.

"…the sun's getting real low, big guy. No one's going to hurt you…" Thor said with a grin. The crowd went silent as the Hulk seemed to waver. Thor smiled.

Loki swore it was that stupid grin that ticked the Hulk off.

It couldn't have been anything else.

No.

"That's how it feels! Yeah!" Loki shouted, pumping his fist into the air as Thor was face-slammed into the ground two times right, one time left, another time right, and then tossed across the arena.

"Sorry. I'm just a big fan of the sport," Loki said sheepishly when the Grandmaster gave him a look in the eyes.

The fight was officially over when Thor won. Well…when the Grandmaster tasered him with that incredibly strong taser (Loki didn't think Thor would be affected that bad, since he was technically the God of Thunder, but…) and sent Thor to the ground.

But still…everyone all knew who the victor was.

Of course.

Loki knew it all along.

And he had just lost 1500 Asgardian coins.

Hey guys! I'm so sorry this story has been hanging for such a long time...I've started school already, and was kind of busy, haha...Anyways, this is the most smut I've written, and the next extra is going to have more (possibly)...the extra is based off of Thor Ragnarok, and if I have any details wrong, I'm terribly sorry. I've only watched the movie once.

PuppetPainter

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