A/N: As promised, here is another chapter. Sorry it took so long. I am not abandoning any of the stories. Thank you so much for reading!
The Bifrost disappeared abruptly and Thor hurtled through empty space. It was only slightly less terrifying than the last time he'd done it to avoid being killed by Hela. The rainbow light became further and further away as Thor floated at a downward slope. It was colder than Jötunheim and there was nothing but pinpricks of white in a sea of inky blackness. His father was dead and his brother was alive. Part of him was overjoyed that Loki was alive. The other part, the part that everyone else saw, was furious.
How dare Loki let him believe he was dead all this time? How dare he steal the throne and strand their father on Earth, where he was powerless and enemies could take advantage of him? He was angry that his father had kept Hela a secret all these years, had simply prevented the problem long enough so that he wouldn't have to deal with it. He was angry with all of it.
Perhaps worse than the anger, was the fear. The only person that had survived the Void was Loki, but was it really surviving when he came back a stranger? He was going to die out here and fail everyone.
Thor hit the pile of trash with a thud, jolting him back to the present. He got up unsteadily, already nearly surrounded by heathens. Not again. He called a storm, frying all of the creatures before they could hit him with an obedience disc.
He ran past the ashes and trash, picking up an obedience disk and controller, before boarding the ship. Unless Val was searching for potential new champions, she'd probably be at the bar outside of the training arena.
He'd forgotten just how unsavory the whole planet was. The trash heaps piled high to the sky, the palace, if you could call it that, stood high like a totem pole. At least, he was pretty sure that's what they were called on Earth.
He maneuvered the ship into the hanger, taking stock of what was around him. There were several security guards, just like last time. The paint job still reminded him of Loki. "Just pick a color!" He had been frustrated with his brother then. One minute everything was fine, then Loki tried to kill himself, then tried to take over Earth (Thor hadn't known the whole story then), then he saved his life, but then he took the throne and stranded their father on Midgard. His brother was always changing, always playing both sides. The stupid walls couldn't be one color, just like his brother. Not to mention the chaos of them. Though, if one looked closely enough, they saw the patterns in the paint, just like Loki. He'd been angry with Loki then, thus he had hated the walls. AllFathers, when had he become so philosophical?
He exited the ship as two guards strode over, asking for his identification number. Before they could react he jolted them with enough lightning to make them pass out, but not enough to kill them. Breaking into a jog, he wove down the halls, trying not to get dizzy from the lack of air and chaotic colors.
Thor stopped, leaning against a wall as he gasped for breath. AllFathers he needed to get back in shape. He also needed to figure out where to go and not be lost anymore. He looked around, noting that the red paint seemed to spiral in one direction. Remembering how narcissistic the GrandMaster had been, he figured that the red pointed towards his throne/main party room. Deciding to follow the color, it wasn't long before he heard the GrandMaster's atrocious taste of music. Wishing he had StormBreaker so that he could kill the sick man. Loki hadn't disclosed much of his time on Sakaar, but Thor got the feeling that his brother had been less than fond of the GrandMaster. The dictator had found Loki fascinating, though his seidr had been an excellent escape mechanism. The planet would certainly benefit from the madman being no more. Though Thor knew that the man was more powerful than people thought. There had been rumors that his brother was Tivaan, The Collector. As sick as the man was, Thor had a feeling that it would be a mistake to dispose of him.
When the smell of booze reached him, Thor had to resist the urge to get a drink. He knew from experience that Sakaarian mead was nearly as effective as Asgardian ale. Besides, he needed to keep alcohol out of his system. He reached the party, glancing around before spotting the familiar hallway that lead to the balcony overlooking the gladiator ring. Ignoring the doped partiers, he made his way towards it until a hand on his shoulder made him stop.
"Whoa there now, I don't recognize you. Where ya goin? The party is here." Thor would recognize that voice anywhere. He pivoted on his heel, punching the GrandMaster in the throat. Of course, his thoughtless action caused everyone to stop and stare at him, even the music stopping. Then the guards sprang forward. Oh great. Thor dashed down the hallway, weaving until he reached the glass between him and the arena. Keeping his momentum up, he shoved his shoulder into the glass, falling hard into the sand below. He was bleeding from the broken glass, some of which was embedded in his skin, but he rolled to his feet, heading towards the prep area. The alarm was sounding now, meaning that he did not have a lot of time.
His lungs were burning with exertion, so he relied on adrenaline to keep him going. Thor focused, building up electrical energy within himself before launching himself into the air, using both the momentum from his fall as well as the force of his lightning to burst open the gate that kept him from reaching the prep area. He was immediately met with about a dozen guards, all of which he promptly struck down. He was beginning to tire, though he was far from done. More guards came through the doors and for a minute Thor thought it would be easy work. Until he felt the teeth of an obedience disk bite into his neck.
He sent a jolt of lightning from his body to fry the disk, falling and writhing to act like it still worked. If he was wrong, then it would be easy enough to stand up and continue fighting. However, the position reminded him of the first time, meaning that it was likely it had been thrown by the same person. Sure enough, a familiar voice called out,
"Okay, that's enough. Oy! I said that's enough. He's mine, unless anyone else would like an OD?" The guards seemed to back off, and Val strode into Thor's view, a gallon of alcohol half drank in her hand. When she was close enough, Thor stopped writhing and grabbed her calf. It earned him a kick in the face that he was pretty sure had broken his nose, though it also gave him enough time to attach the obedience disk that he had grabbed earlier to her leg.
"You'll thank me later." He said as he activated the disk. She looked murderous. Yeah, she's going to kill me later. The guards, who were starting to realize their folly, started to attack again. Thor scooped Val up, launching himself out of the fray. When he landed in the arena, he turned off the obedience disk, sure that Val was unconscious.
He was starting to realize that he hadn't thought this through very well. He would have to drag Val who was deadweight at the moment to a ship. While being chased by numerous guards.
Then he remembered Korg. Turning around, he blasted the prep area apart, throwing Val over his shoulder and jogging back the way he'd come. He picked his way down the corridor, occasionally blasting blue suited soldiers and other mercenaries before he reached the door to the donut room.
He'd been stuck before, however this time he used what Loki had taught him before Thanos had attacked their ship. He felt out with his lightning for the electricity within the walls, heating it up until everything was fried, meaning he could manually open the doors with no problem.
Sure enough, Korg was handling out pamphlets about starting a revolution. Thor smiled. This was perfect.
"I'd help with a revolution. Let's go." Needless to say, the Kronan looked surprised, though he, Meik and a few other gladiators jumped up and charged through the doors. Thus they ran for the ship yard, taking down any interference until they reached it. They didn't have the ship keys, though Thor jump started them with a controlled jolt.
Once they were all loaded up, Thor placed Val in one of the cabins, locking it for when she woke up and inevitably was out for his blood. He'd deal with it later.