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Loki x Reader
“Are you a fighter or are you food?”
Loki looked at the figures in front of him: “I am inedible, I am afraid, but surely, my touch could kill you.” He raised his hand and let it turn blue and with a sly grin he then asked: “So before you do something you will regret later, show me the king of this realm.”
“You really have no clue where you are, don’t you?”, one of the figures asked, “The way you talk, hell, even the way you’re dressed, like a prince who for the first time in his life left his golden cage.” The figure pointed to a large tower in the back: “Grandmaster. He’s sorta the boss around here.”
“Thank you, gentlemen”, Loki replied and turned around, “Have fun strolling through the debris here.”
There were only a few factors in life Loki relied on - his silver tongue being one of them. Not even an hour later, somehow, he had manged to arrange a meeting with the Grandmaster. Loki wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he didn’t expect that guy to be the master of anything.
“Well, clearly, you’re not from around here”, the Grandmaster stated when he looked at the black-haired man.
Loki laughed and replied: “Absolutely not. I am Loki of Asgard. It is an honour.”
“Asgard”, Loki repeated, hiding his confusion, “Odin’s realm, the highest of the nine realms.”
“Last time I checked, there was no Odin, but what do I know, I’m like millions of years old”
“You don’t look like it, I must say”, Loki replied.
“Ah, you flatter me”, the Grandmaster replied, “Hey, what did you say your name was?”
“Well, Loki, given there’s no real way off his intergalactic dumping ground, I can offer you a room in this humble mansion of mine. Let me call a servant!”
“You called, Grandmaster?”, a young y/s/c woman asked who wore a purple dress with silver accessories.
“Bring him to room 231 and show him the facility”, the Grandmaster said and made a gesture with his hands to signal that she should do it promptly.
“Come on”, she said to Loki and opened the door that led to a hallway. “You’re on floor 45 now, which is the Grandmaster’s private floor. On floor -1, you can enter the stadium where the fights take place.”
“Gladiator fights. Though, at the moment, it isn’t highly interesting. That green thing just smashes his opponents to dust”, the woman replied unimpressed. Then she realised that Loki’s face changed to disbelief.
“Green thing? Does it have a name?”
“Of course, why are you asking?”, Y/N replied confused, “he refers to himself as Hulk.”
“Oh dear”, Loki muttered.
“Do you know him? I can bring you to him if you want-”
Y/N looked at the guy next to her: “Let me guess. He smashed you?”
“Wipe that grin of your face”, he huffed, “I’m not a god.”
“Yes”, Y/N replied, “That’s exactly what you are, isn’t it?”
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow: “How-”
“I wear an ear piece that connects me to the Grandmaster. I heard your conversation. He has been here for decades, forgetting about the outside worlds, but I remember”, Y/N said quietly, “Anyways. Your room is on floor 23.”
“So you know about Asgard, and you know my name. So it is only fair that you tell me your name and origin”, Loki said when Y/N showed him his room.
“I grew up on Xandar. And my name is Y/N”, Y/N said dryly.
“And you left for this place because you like serving an isolated, incredibly old man?” Loki questioned sarcastically.
“I left cause of war”, Y/N pressed her lips together, “This place was my final destination, it seems.”
“You seem really happy”, Loki stated ironically.
“It is what it is, an intergalactic dumping ground. But at least, it is at peace. And insignificant enough not to attract an attacker”, Y/N replied with a shrug, “But why did you leave the golden castle?”
Loki looked at the ceiling: “I suppose because of war, too. Though I doubt we have the capacity to fight one in the first place.”
“It takes some getting used to, but life here isn’t too bad”, Y/N then said, “Especially if the Grandmaster likes you. He’s kinda a narcissist. So tell him he looks like 30 and you’ll be good to go. And yeah, go watch the fights with him. He really likes those.”
“Why are you helping me?”, he questioned sceptically.
“Because politics doesn’t matter here”, Y/N replied, “And I don’t lose anything if the old guy likes you.”
Y/N turned around to leave him in his room.
Y/N turned around: “What?”
Y/N nodded with a slim smile: “You’re welcome.”
@ultrarebelheart I hope you like this! and I hope this is kinda what you wanted^^ thanks so much for the shoutout on your second blog, that made my day!