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Loki recalls a story to the other guests at the party before The Contest of Champions.
"And then, I let go," he finishes his story. Everyone who has gathered to listen laughs.
I shake my head with a smile, sitting beside Loki on the sofa in the VIP lounge. "Thor should've seen it coming."
"Loki! Y/n!" A familiar voice at the edge of the crowd shouts.
There he sits in all his godly glory.
I blink a few times, wondering if I'm hallucinating the sight. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk the weird juice. Thor couldn't possibly be here, could he? He's supposed to be on Asgard, fighting Hela, stopping Ragnarok.
The happiness on Loki's face drains, telling me I'm not hallucinating Thor strapped to a chair.
"Loki! Y/n! Loki! Tiny Witch! Over here. Over here."
Loki stands up and excuses himself from our little group of partiers. I lean on my crutches and hobble over, making sure I still look too injured to fight.
Thor beams at the two of us. "Loki! Y/n!" He shouts again, earning a strict shushing from Loki. Thor makes a face, offended by Loki shushing him.
I reach my hand out and touch Thor's nose. He leans his head back, trying to avoid my finger. "What are you doing?" He asks.
I pull my hand back. "Making sure you're real."
Thor nods like he understands perfectly well. "Oh." He notices my crutches and many bandages. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
I wave my hand. "Fine. It's no big deal."
"You're alive?" Loki hisses.
"Yes, of course I'm alive," Thor hisses back.
"What are you doing here?"
Thor looks between Loki and I. "What do you mean, What am I doing? I'm stuck in this stupid chair. Where are your chairs?"
"We didn't get chairs," I inform him.
"Get me out of this one."
"I can't," Loki says.
"Get me out."
"I can't."
"What?"
"I've made friends with this man. We both have." Loki gestures to me. "He's called the Grandmaster."
"He's crazy!" Thor says.
"I've gained his favor. The Bifrost brought us out here weeks ago."
"Weeks ago?" Thor asks in disbelief.
"Yes," I say.
"I just got here."
The Grandmaster appears beside us. "What are you whispering about?" He whispers. Thor lets out a surprised scream. "Time works real different around these parts," The Grandmaster tells Thor. "On any other world, I'd be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar..." he looks at Loki, and blinks a few times. He looks almost like he's trying to flirt.
