Ragnarocc

So You Did Cheat

"So did you cheat or did we just get insanely lucky?" I whispered as Loki and I walked away from the card table with our winnings.

He said nothing, which was enough to answer my question.

"So you did cheat."

"Maybe so. What, are you going to make me give those aliens their money back?" he rolled his eyes, bracing himself for a lecture.

"Of course not. I'm not Thor . The only thing that matters is that we won." I lowered my voice and added, "Also, I may have cheated a bit too."

"What, when you didn't show your last two cards?"

"Damn, you caught that? Figured. They were the clubs I said I was out of-" I stopped talking when I noticed him frantically motioning for me to shut up.

Walking toward us was none other than Futuristic Willy Wonka himself, this time unaccompanied. "Hey! Look who it is!" he cheered, "You two been doing some gambling?"

"Just a bit," Loki shrugged and pushed me in between him and the Grand Master, "She's been teaching everyone one of her Midgardian card games."

"Wait, you're not from Ass-place?" he pointed to me.

I kept myself from laughing at "Ass-place" and shook my head, "I'm getting real sick of explaining this to people."

"Then don't explain it," Loki suggested, "Just say no."

"Okay, then no."

"Hm." For a moment I thought he was going to keep asking questions, but he dropped the issue with a wave of his hand. "Well, whatever the story is, you two'd better come down the arena. Your brother's about to fight the champion."

"Just his brother," I corrected, "I'm not related, which I thought would be obvious given that I'm not Asgardian, but-"

"But he's related to him?" The Grand Master gestured dramatically at Loki, "You look more like whatshisthunder than he does!"

"He's adopted ," I put extra strain on the word just to make it clear, "As in, not related by blood."

All around me are familiar faces~

"Shut up!" he shouted at the invisible meme lord.

The Grand Master looked shocked, as he hasn't heard Maddie. "Oh my god, calm down," he turned and began walking out of the room, "You all are confusing. Just come on."

Loki and I both followed after him until we got to some sort of fancy viewing room, complete with couches, refreshments, and a large window that overlooked the arena.

"Nice," I whistled, throwing myself onto the largest couch. "Say, where can we place wagers?"

"I already placed mine," Loki commented, as if it were some amazing feat. "There's someone taking them at the booth across the hall, but I'd hurry."

I peered out of the door to see the aforementioned booth, which had already amassed quite a line. "Damn, that's gonna take forever."

"Oh, it's not really a line. More of a suggested order." He walked out the door and shoved his way to the front before waving for me to follow. Some people shot us irritated glances, but no one protested.

"You betting on the fight?" an alien in tacky clothes asked.

"No I'm here to order a hotdog," I replied sarcastically. He didn't seem to get the joke, so I just sighed and nodded, "Yes, I'm betting on the fight. Give me 100,000 units on the Lord of Thunder."