Take Your Tiny Hands Into Mine

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He had jolted back alive when his lungs met the non-existent air of space

Taking in the nostalgic experience, Loki's eye lids fluttered open.

Thor could survive for a long while in this state, but Loki could go on much longer.

The tracker spell was interesting, if Thor was dead, the ticking would stop in Loki's head, and vise versa.

The closer they came to each other the louder it gets, it's almost like a compass.

It'd be useful on how to get to Thor, but Loki realized they must've gone is different directions when the ship exploded due to the fact the sound was quieter.

He allowed the frost of space to freeze him a little, the sickly pale god had to fix his neck otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand right. (Whenever that position would come to light...)

Channeling some healing power, he realized the dead Aesir masters could be of use.

They only recently died, and...

Just a little bit of their blood would help...

To fix up his neck and transport himself to Valkyrie.

The ticking noise in his head was so faint he almost missed it over the pounding of his head... and his heart.

When the god of lies was ready, he directed his power to send him light years away to the Grandmaster's pleasure pod, or what was earlier called: the escape pods.

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Sure, you could say she was pissed when Loki came and threatened to knife her and hand her over to Thanos if she didn't leave immediately with the refugees.

But she wondered why he didn't just push her in.

Maybe it's the touching part...

The girl wanted to be more angry when she saw him appear out of thin air and hit the windshield of the tiny ship.

She only groaned and called for help.

"We're gonna stop this party ship, and get his sorry ass in here? Okay?"

They stared at her for a brief moment.

"Go!"

Korg and the two Asgardian men rushed off to haul Loki's broken body from the endless stars of space, whilst Valkyrie rotated the ship to make the task easier.

When they placed him on the ground, Valkyrie whipped around to get a quick glance, put the ship into autopilot mode—whatever that means, (she might've drunken away that fact from her brain) and she rushed over.

"Lackey..."

His dull, green eyes fluttered open.

He opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out.

"You're hurt?"

He tried to nod his head but it didn't move much, so she took his hand into hers.

He winced and let out a small, muffled yell.

She sighed and grabbed his other hand, "my guess is you broke the other one?"

Loki's eyes fluttered.

She hated this.

This man's personality disappeared and she was left with an injured but pouty, sad mute.

"If you didn't look like complete shit right now, I'd throw something at you."

A smile creeped onto Loki's face.