Ragnarocc

Let's go see Grandy-M

I'd given up banging on the door a while ago, and had since resigned myself to sitting against the wall and sulking. Thor had met some of the other contenders, who he had then tried to introduce to me. I, however, was unresponsive, given that I was still trapped in this less than favorable situation. But having friends might make it a little more favorable! Exclaimed the extrovert voice in the back of my head. Shut the fuck up , replied my moody pissed off mentality, which was definitely dominating my internal discussion.

Thor was currently sitting beside me, facing a wall as he mumbled some sort of prayer to honor his father, and although I was pissed at him, it would be a whole new level of insensitive asshole for me to interrupt him. So I stayed quiet, even when I noticed Loki appear behind him. He joined in at the end of his brother's speech, causing Thor to turn around and take notice of him.

I waited for somebody to speak, the three of us sitting in tense silence before Loki finally sighed, "Hurts, doesn't it? Being lied to." He paused, expecting Thor to say something. He didn't. "Thinking you're one thing, and the finding out it's all a fiction." Still, Thor said nothing. He grabbed a rock that was sitting next to him and pitched it at Loki, only to have it pass through him and collide with the other wall.

"You didn't really think I'd come see you, did you? I mean, look at this place, it's disgusting," he gestured to the dirt floor we were sitting on. "Does this mean you don't want my help? Look, I couldn't jeopardize my position with the Grand Master. It took me time to win his trust."

Another rock.

"What I'm telling you is, you all could join me at the Grand Master's side. Perhaps in time, an accident befalls him, and then..." he pointed to Thor, then to me, then to himself, and gestured upward.

I was already liking the sound of this plan, so I considered for a moment. The only other alternative was trying to defeat this famed champion or escaping on our own, and then what? We go back to Asgard where Hela has already wreaked havoc? We would be going home only to die, whereas with Loki's plan, we could benefit off the Grand Master and perhaps even take over the operation ourselves one day. Smiling, I stood and brushed the dirt from my pants. "Well, I think that's a brilliant idea. You'll put in a good word for me?"

"Absolutely," he nodded, "So glad one of you has some sense."

Thor shot me a disbelieving look as I strolled over to stand beside Loki's apparition.

"You're not gonna go back, are you?" I scoffed, "There's no point, it's a lost cause."

"Exactly," Loki stepped forward, trying to reason with his brother, "Hela, our sister, destroyed your hammer like a piece of glass!" I shuffled uncomfortably as he continued. "She's stronger than all of us. She's stronger than you! You don't stand a chance. ...Fine. I guess we'll just go by ourselves."

Thor threw another rock, this one narrowly missing me. "Use your words!" I insisted, "Say something!"

He picked up yet another rock, but decided against throwing it. "What would you like me to say?" He pointed to Loki, "You faked your own death, you stole the throne, you stripped Odin of his power, stranded him on earth to die and released the goddess of death! Is that enough, or shall I go back further than the last few days?"

"Odin's death was not his fault, we've been over this!" I spat, "You were the one running around the cosmos, ignoring both Asgard and your friends."

"Don't even get me started on YOU," he turned his attention on me, not even giving Loki a chance to defend himself, "You knew all of this was going on, and you did nothing! All because you finally got to play god! He was doing all of this right in front of you, and you didn't think for one second that maybe it was wrong? You didn't even tell me my own brother was still alive."