A Worthy Adversary (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 2 - I'm onto you

The doors open inwards, you and Loki walking into the crowded fight club. You manoeuvre through the gathering, leading him up a staircase. 

"Welcome to The Garden of Eden," you sit down in the large red chair overlooking the square arena, people cheering on the two battling below.

"You own this place?"

"Look at you, being observant for once," you mock, a drink being handed to you, "What can I say, it's entertaining."

"So you enjoy watching people tear each other apart," he says presumptuously.

"Of course not, that would be boring," you stand up from your chair as the round ends, one of the men being knocked out cold on the canvas.

"Stay put," you shout, jumping down off the elevated platform, and rolling into the ring. The sounds of the crowd cheering you on makes your confidence swell.

A new challenger climbs in under the rope, striding confidently towards you.

"Introducing, the herald of annihilation, Hellbringer," the commentator announces, and you look towards the enormous man. Intimidating, but nothing you can't handle.

"Are you sure you want to do this little girl?" he taunts.

"I am now, let's dance," you snap back, smirking at the brute.

He pulls a large machete from a sheath on his back, immediately going on offence. He swings it outwards, you hopping backwards and only missing it by a hair's breadth. You deduce his fighting style, barbaric, harsh, and luckily for you, sluggish.

He continues swiping at you, and you finally decide to make your first move. You swiftly flip to the side, and disarm him of the massive blade by kicking his wrist. You catch the handle of the broad knife, and pelt it out of the ring.

He thrashes at you angrily, his frustration taking over from any ounce of skill he had before that.

"Too slow," you taunt, aggravating him even more. He stops throwing punches, and takes you by surprise, kicking you forcefully to the ropes.

"Now that's more like it," you bounce back up, your adrenaline now rushing. You notice his wide stance, it's a squeeze, but it'll work.

You sprint at him, sliding between his legs across the ground and slicing your small switchblade across his ankles, making him buckle forwards. He scrambles back to his feet, balancing against the ropes in an attempt to recover.

"You should get that checked out," you goad, the beastly man charging at you once again. You simply duck his next punch, and grab his wrist after it passes your head. You twist it around, using your body weight to flip him over onto the ground. He tries to get back up, met by a stomp on the back from you. 

The bell sounds after five seconds, you winning the round easily. It's almost boring how unchallenging your opponents are these days, you need to recruit some new fighters.

"And the winner is, to no surprise, the Playmaker," the commentator's voice rings out, followed by the eruption of roars from the crowd. You would usually continue at this stage, only just picking up your momentum, but you have to keep an eye on the trickster upstairs.

You walk up the steps, and notice the empty chair, damn it. You really weren't hoping on losing him so soon.

"A new challenger, you may know him as the devious-" you whip your head towards the stage.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you sigh out, the mischievous god parading around the ring. You sit back, deciding just to observe the brawl, you have never seen him fight in person before. You were busy when attacked New York, so you're intrigued to see how he operates.