In a room near the top of the tower that had been gifted to him by the Grandmaster, Loki closed the door behind the short girl who had entered behind him. "I'm slightly surprised that you actually followed me. What if I were to try and kill you?"

Rose gazed at him with incredulous eyes. "It's obvious you weren't planning on killing me. You wouldn't have gone through all the effort to save me," she stated matter-of-factly. "Besides, there's quite a bit worse than death."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

Green eyes rose. "Come on. Surely you have an idea or two. I can easily see that your aging is abnormal, I have to assume that you've seen your fair share of terrible things, Mr. Loki."

The Asgardian pondered this response. "I... suppose that is certainly true. However, death is still rather bad, no? At the very least, I'd like to avoid it." He paused. "And what have you seen that's worse than death?"

She raised an eyebrow, as if the answer was obvious. "Being puppeteered around with no free will with some of your most valuable possessions and only hope of getting home stuck with a man who wants to exploit you however he can, for one. Besides, I owe you a Life Debt. If you wanted to kill me, I'd have to accept it, I reckon." She sounded mildly put-off by this fact, but more as if it were just a rather unfortunate inconvenience than her life being hung in the balance of an immortal she had only just met.

Loki accepted this answer with a nod, choosing not to push on the fact that she seemed to have more examples hanging off of her tongue. "So, if I asked you to call me 'My Lord', you would have to?"

Rose's mouth twisted into a frown. "If that is what you wish, My Lord."

Loki looked at the girl in shock. "And if I asked you to climb into bed with me? How old are you, anyway?"

"I am nineteen. And if that's what you wished, My Lord." The black-haired teen answered with a grimace, visibly unhappy with the idea. It wasn't much of a struggle to understand why, Loki thought, even if he was quite sure that he could make it worth her while.

Which wasn't the point, of course. "Well," Loki stood up and clapped once, "luckily for you, I do not wish for a concubine." Some of the tension in the witch's body faded, and she was willing to look him in the eyes again - and my, what a fascinating shade of green her irises were. Loki would've stared for a chance to study, but he was willing to remind himself that they were on something of a time limit. "How long have you been nineteen, and how long does this debt last for?"

A wry grin crossed the girl's face, and Loki got the feeling that he had just earned a bit of respect from her for something he wasn't quite sure of. Detecting her elongated lifespan, perhaps? "Longer than I've been a slave," the pale-skinned girl replied, "and until I save your life, or repay you in a manner equivalent, My Lord."

Loki chuckled with a bemused air about him. "How can you repay someone for a life?"

Rose rolled her eyes, disdain immediately visible. "Welcome to the impeccable logic of wizards, My Lord."

Loki exhaled, shrugging. "Alright, well I need your help with something, actually." The Life Debt was actually far better than he could've hoped for. It seemed that, for once, perhaps, luck was turning out on his side of the coin without him wresting it into submission.

Rose's head perked up in interest. "What is it, My Lord?"

While it was something that he might've wanted once, now, Loki just shook his head in irritation at the title. "You can stop calling me that, now. It gets on my nerves, to be quite honest with you." Based on the smirk that formed on the girl's lips, this was the wrong thing to say. "Alright, my idiot brother is trapped fighting in these thrice-damned pits, and I kind of need to get him out to deal with the end of the world for my planet." Rose's eyebrows raised.

"Huh. I never thought the Life Debt would be finished so quickly... My Lord." She smirked, her sass shining through.

Loki just shook his head, having already expected the teasing honorific from what he had gathered of the girl's personality. "So, are you in or out?"

Rose's smirk just deepened. "If you've been listening, you would've realized I have to be in. Although, make no mistake..." She leaned in and her lips thinned as her voice grew serious. "The instant I finish this quest or save your life... I'm out." The last two words were spoken with such finality that Loki had no choice but to agree.

"Deal." A grin formed on his face; he did quite like someone that was not as willing to just jump in front of whatever bullet was zooming at others. His mind flashed to Midgard's Avengers with an admirably low amount of distaste. Speaking of Avengers... "So, my brother, he's gotten himself into such a stupid situation that he's made it even more difficult to rescue him..."

Up in the Hulk's room, Thor sneezed himself awake. The handmaidens around him picked up their bowls of water and scurried away, leaving behind their rags. Thor looked around. "Damn it Loki..." After all, whenever something happened, it was always Loki's fault.

"So... let me get this straight... You and your brother are gods?" The witch questioned. Loki nodded his head in response.

"You seem to be taking this whole situation rather well."

"Occlumency." She replied, as if that answered everything. Loki looked at her with a look that was clearly indicating that it didn't.

"I'm sorry, Occlu-what?"

"Occlumency." Rose repeated. "It's a type of mind-magic. It helps me control my emotions." She explained. "I'm actually kinda freaking out up here," she pointed a slender finger at her head, "but it's right useful for staying calm in stressful situations. Beyond that, it's not like we didn't - don't? - have gods where I'm from." She twitched her nose. "You're not the strongest entity I've met."

Loki wanted to bristle at the implication, but paused as he pondered her words. Based on her own power, it seemed that if she had met an entity stronger than herself, they would've definitely been stronger than him. He decided to choose a safer topic, which he felt was a wise decision. "So, back on the topic of overthrowing a small government..."

"So, you have a plan, right? And it's not downright barmy?" She looked at him expectantly.

"Really, we just wait for him to go mad and rampage like he usually does. With any luck, he'll get the green brute involved in his schemes. What we need, however, is a way off this god-forsaken-" He was cut off by an announcement.

"Sakaar, hear ye. Attention please. I have some bad news. My beloved exalted champion has turned up missing. Take to the streets. Celebrate my champion." It was the Grandmaster. "It seems that that criminally seductive Lord of Thunder has stolen him away. There is another part of this mission if you choose to accept it. Find the one who calls himself Thor and return him here."

Loki said some words that would've made Frigga wash his mouth with soap. Once he calmed down, he began to think out loud. "That makes things... a little more complicated." Suddenly, a head poked into Loki's chambers.

"You have been summoned by the Grandmaster. Your little... friend is free to come as well."

Rose frowned in mild annoyance as the woman left. "Did she just insinuate that I was a prostitute? What is she, bonkers? I'm not even into men, for Merlin's sake!"

"Well, in her defense, you are wearing next to nothing." Loki's comment was taken into consideration as Rose tilted her head.

"Well, it's not like I've got any dosh, mate. And-" She paused, considering. "-Blimey. I'm a witch. I forgot that I was a witch for a mo'." The girl's eyes stilled for a few seconds, perhaps reliving a memory, and then she shook her head. "Do you happen to have any spare cloth?"

Loki tilted his head in confusion, pulling out a few items from his pocket dimension. "A few fine suits, although I'm not sure I'd call them spare considering they're-"

As he was speaking, Rose had grabbed the wand out of her pocket and had pointed it at the suit. Before his very eyes, the fabric transformed into a slightly more feminine, business-casual looking top and bottom, though it seemed to retain its same color and material.

The green-eyed god stared at it in a bit of bemusement. "Well, they were Armani," he said as Rose grabbed the items out of his hands, "but I guess that now they're- Woah, woah, woah! A bit of a warning, please!" He groaned as he turned around, covering his eyes exaggeratedly as Rose changed between her tattered dress and the new clothes she had crafted. "You'll have to tell me how you did that. Even I can't do that, I just form solid illusions to switch things around."

"I probably can't teach you, then, I think we have very different types of magic. Which, Hekate help me, there's entirely different types of magic. Hermione'd have a field day with you, I reckon. I'm finished, by the way. Have you got any trainers? Or, I s'pose, based off of the clothes you've got, any Oxfords?"

"I've not the faintest idea what 'Oxfords' are, but I do have shoes, yes." He materialized a set a shoes from the same place he had gotten his suit. "Please don't change around these, too, they were expensive. As were the suits, but something tells me I can't just ask you to change them back."

Rose sniffed. "Those are Oxfords. And, fine, I won't change them, but I can't promise you'll be getting them back in mint condition, either." She grabbed them out of his hand. "Also, like I said, I'm done. You don't have to keep staring at the wall like some knockers are going to send you to Hel."

Loki winced. "No, I'm doing that to myself, I reckon." The dull note aside, they made it out of the room, with Rose now in a functional set of clothes, a simple pair of trousers and a vest that was well-suited to the planet's warmer climate. "And yet, no brassiere," Loki noted bemusedly.

Rose just raised an eyebrow and, instead of answering, retorted, "Merlin, how old are you? I've never heard anyone call a bra that, and I've literally been around centuries-old ghosts."

Loki guffawed. Every time he thought he had the witch across from him figured out, she managed to surprise him.