Space Lovers~ Peter Quill- ON HOLD

3.26

She was not one to gossip. 

She was not one to listen to the lies that spilt from people lips. 

Nor was she one to indulge in the corrupt politics of Sakaar.

But the fact that even the prisoners were mumbling about some crack-head having fallen from the sky and had sparkles come out of his fingers had Freya curious.

It was rare that someone with such potential to stand as a challenger within the arena ended up in this shíthole. So as she slumped against the walls of the prisoners' cells, her arm propped up on her knee as she threw a rock up in the air and caught it. 

"Corgi, do you not have anything else to gossip about?" She grumbled as the Kronan attempted to tip-toe around in his little happy dance. Korg was happy that someone else would be here for him to talk to due to the fact that no one ever really spoke to each other down here, in the slums below the city above. 

"Freya, why are you always so grumpy?" he replied, throwing himself down onto the ground beside her, where a few rocks crumbled from his shoulders as he did so, "This is a great thing. Like Miek here-"

"No-"

"Yes. You are a very, very, scary lady, but this fighter will be crazier and make you seem nicer... and my friend," he smiled as she glared at him. "I can feel it in here," he patted his chest.

It wasn't that she didn't like Korg; it was just that his innocent optimism was sometimes infuriating. 

"Oh, Corgi. It would have to be the end of the world for me to pull myself out of my deep pit of self-loathing to be your friend. You're better off without me as your companion," She sighed. 

"I like you, crazy lady, but do not call me that,"

"What, Corgi?"

"Yeah... please," With a roll of her eyes, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way over to the doors. 

Two guards had appeared, weapons drawn and pointed at her as she stepped out of the cadge they kept prisoners in. 

"The GrandMaster would like to see you," one spat as they escorted her down the corridor. 

"Of course he does; he misses me too much," she smirked. Strutting confidently with her head held high and ignoring the stares of passers-by. 

Some gawking at the flesh she showed. The breastplate she wore barely covering her assets, revealing the many tattoos across her scarred skin. Some like flames making their way up one arm that mould into tree vines and make their way up her neck and stop behind one of her ears. Her leather-clad legs were complemented with practical boots that 'clunked' every time she took a step. Alerting everyone that she was coming and a path should be cleared. 

Her emerald eyes scanned every face that dared to meet hers. A glare that pierced deep into their souls had them cowering away. The weak-minded never mighty enough to challenge her. 

Walking up to a grand doorway, the doors swung open as she approached with her guards. They were more for show, as she knew if she had a plausible way to get out of this Hel, then she would have overpowered them years ago. 

The room was vast, an electronic beat pulsing through the room as people and creatures dressed in all kinds of clothing drank or took substances that would take their minds to another Relm. Freya composed her face as she moved towards the elaborately dressed man at the centre of the room. His sandle covered feet tapping to the beat as his robe danced over his toes as he turned to face her. His lips splitting into a crazed girn,

"Ah! My beauty, come come," he beckoned her over to sit on a chair beside his throne. This small chair, more of a stool that looked as if it had been made from vines as she perched on it. The vines coming to life as she lowered herself onto it, wrapping themselves tightly around her ankles and up her legs, holding her in place as he danced over to her. Delicately running the tips of his fingers across her shoulders and lifting her chin so she had to look at him. Gently leaning forward and placing a kiss on her nose before he chuckled to himself as he twirled away. 

Freya's eyes never leaving his form as he collected two drinks from a servant that passed. As he approached her, the line of blue on his bottom lip moving to the babble that escaped his mouth,

"Here, here, take a drink my champion." Offering a goblet to her. She would have declined, but she knew she would have to accept in order to have a pleasant evening. If she angered him, he would make sure he would find someone who would be happy to take her out of here for the night. 

As she lifted her hand from where they were placed in her lap, a vine of metal chord suddenly lashed out from the floor and wrapped tightly around her writs. Pinning her arms behind her back with a wince on her face as he cackled. His followers joining in as they watch the display of power before them. 

"Tomorrow, I expect great things from you," He whispered, as he moved behind her and began rubbing her shoulders.

With an almost feral growl, Freya ripped her arms from the vines that held her tight. The material seeming to splinter away from around her limbs as she stood quickly. Gasps of surprise and awe echoing around them. The music still pulsing through everyone's bodies as they stopped to watch the spectacle. He wanted a show, to get his people placing bets and wasting their money once again tomorrow during the fights. 

"Of course, Master," she cooed, reaching a hand out delicately and taking one of the goblets he had placed down on a table nearby and drinking its contents. Licking her lips seductively as she pulled the goblet from her plum purple painted lips and handed the empty cup to the GrandMaster.

"Now, my precious girl. I am not your master," he tutted at her as he waved away the guards who had raised their weapons at her and offered Freya the other goblet of fine wine, "I am your saviour, your GrandMaster. Not your master... such a distasteful word should not fall from your lips, my child," 

"Yes, sir," oh, how badly she wanted to slam the little man's head into the ground and stomp on it. Maybe if she had another drink, or two, she would.

"Tomorrow, a new friend and I will be watching. A new contender has proclaimed he wants to fight our champion," he giggled to himself, "But I shall still place a large wager on my favourite girl," he smiled. Before motioning to a corridor to the rear of the room. "My new friend awaits your company, dear child,"

"Till tomorrow," Freya smiled sweetly. Her teeth grinding painfully as she glided from the room. The sea of people dispersing quickly as her bangle covered arms swayed beside her as she marched towards whoever's 'gift' she would be tonight. 

"Until tomorrow!" he laughed. Turning back to his crowd and shouting in glee for everyone to drink.