Who Am I? | Loki x Reader

Chapter One

Sakaar, home to all things unloved and lost. Your hiding spot from your family. A place where your father would not be able to find you. A year ago, Scrapper 142 found you laying in a pile of scrap metal that, prior to your crash landing, had been your ship. Your abilities were unique to the trash planet and so the Grandmaster took a liking to you. Earning his favour saved you from having to partake in any scavenging or fighting in the Conquest of Champions. Your power was the ability to alter your appearance to your liking. It was a power that your father wanted. So it is why you ran away from being used... Only for the Grandmaster to take you in and use you as his personal spy... The irony was not lost on you, however you saw no way off of this planet and had to do what you did best; survive. Working as a spy was rather easy compared to your life with your family. Although you preferred to only change small aspects of your form like your eye-colour or hair length, you were happy to serve under the Grandmaster to live a comfortable life on Sakaar.

You shook your head to clear your train of thought before it could take a turn for the negative, while letting out a yawn and stretching out your arms. You wince slightly at the familiar pull of your muscles as they stretch and change back to their original, slightly muscular shape while a rush of heat travels over your skin as its light purple skin-tone returns.

You sat alone in your moderately modest sized room. While you examine your various keepsakes, you let your mind think back to the day's events when a newcomer charmed the Grandmaster and earned his favour. You hadn't met the man yet, but after your meeting with the Grandmaster during his daily party, you could tell that he was smitten. This didn't surprise you, the Grandmaster was a man of many lovers. You had managed to avoid his advances in your time here. Of course, that didn't stop him from trying. The Grandmaster was constantly growing his curiosity about the limits of your shapeshifting powers. You shiver at the thought. With a sigh, you relax into your chair. It has been such a long day that you find yourself drifting off slightly, you don't notice the presence outside of your door until a gentle knocking startles you from your mind.

"Come in," figuring it was either 142 or the Grandmaster, you call out to the person on the other side of the door wanting a favour from you. Much to your surprise, the man that enters is not someone you're familiar with. As soon as you lock eyes with the man, you pull your weapon from its holster and aim it.

Noticing your tense stare and drawn weapon, the man holds his hands up in surrender. You stay silent for a moment, examining his features. He was taller than you and had long black hair that fell just above his shoulders.

"Who are you?" You hiss out the words cautiously, "and why are you in my room?"

"The Grandmaster told me you'd be in here." He shrugged innocently with a grin. You only raised an eyebrow at him. "Loki," he bowed slightly as he introduced himself, "it's a pleasure to meet you, love."

The realization that he is the newcomer everyone was so ecstatic to meet eases your mind. If the stranger, Loki, was going to hurt you, it would only ruin his growing reputation with the Grandmaster. That reputation being the only thing keeping him alive.

"Does he want me to join in on one of his orgies again?" You frown and holster your weapon with a click, "because I've told him before, the answer is no."

"What?" Loki seemed surprised at how nonchalant your tone was. "No, of course not."

"Great," you clap your hands once before continuing, "now then, what do you want Loki?"

"You're interesting, little one." Loki moved closer, only slightly. The nickname he used caused a wave of ice to run through your veins. Loki must've noticed your slight shift in demeanour because he froze for a second.