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I was never going to live this down. I swallowed back a grimace as I lowered a tray of glasses before Loki and the Grand Master.
Mercifully, Loki didn't smirk or make a comment. There seemed to be something else weighing on his mind as he worried his lip. Not anything weighing so heavily that he couldn't take the drink I offered, though.
"Surely she can join us now," Loki appealed to the Grand Master, "The fight's about to begin."
"Taken a liking to this one, huh?" The Grand Master waggled his eyebrows. "I can always have her sent to your room later."
I blushed furiously at the intention behind his words, as Loki's lips turned up in grin.
"As enjoyable as that sounds, I'd like her company now, if that's alright."
"Sure, why not," the Grand Master waved his hand, grabbing hold of my wrist and jarring me forwards, so that I tumbled into the small space between he and Loki. The tray, which contained two more glasses that had luckily not crashed to the floor when I fell, was taken from me by another of the entertainers. The Grand Master leaned over me. "If I'm being honest, I've taken a liking to this one too."
I wanted to punch him. Punch them both. For Christ's sake I was sitting right there but they were speaking as though I wasn't.
"I need to speak with you, Alivia," Loki said, low in my ear.
"You had all of last night to speak with me," I said, his words drumming up anxiety in my chest. What did he have to say to me? Regret at the words he'd shared last night? More lies and tricks? "You could have picked a better time than now."
"It's about the ring—"
"You know, it's very rude to speak over the proceedings. I worked very hard on this Contest," the Grand Master said suddenly from beside me.
It was then that I noticed that the Contest had commenced.
Through the glass of the box we were seated in, I eyed the massive holographic projection of the Grand Master that addressed the mass of people gathered in the stadium.
"Alivia, I've spoken to Thor—"
"See Sparkles down there? If you don't pipe down you're gonna be the new Sparkles," the Grand Master silenced him.
A few moments passed again. Loki's thigh was pressed against mine, and the slight touch brought my mind to last night. A shiver crawled up my spine.
"Alivia," Loki tried again, his words a whisper at my ear, "I really must speak with you—"
"You're about to lose your entertainer privileges," the Grand Master said flatly, eyeing Loki. "You know what? No, you've already lost your entertainer privileges."
He hefted me up like he was confiscating a toy, and a tray was promptly pushed back into my hands.
"Sorry, sweetheart, looks like you're gonna have to wait until the next fight to see Sparkles and my Champion in action."
Loki shot me a sorry look, as I was shepherded into another room. I cast a last glance over my shoulder at him. And then, ran directly into somebody. My tray, which was luckily by this point empty, clattered to the ground.
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