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part two of "loki 1" *this part got spicer than i anticipated toward the end, so just be aware that you are responsible for your own media consumption
A groan weakly slips from between your parched lips. Every part of you aches and burns. Fear grasps your heart in its hands, reminding you of your situation.
Losing Thor and Loki in the Bifrost.
Being electrocuted and kidnapped at your arrival to this odd planet.
Guards forcing you to get ready for a battle, and then forcing you into the arena.
The orange scaled monstrosity that had nearly killed you as the metal circle they had put on your neck electrocuted you again.
In short, your situation sucks. And you still have no clue if you're even safe. No clue where you are. No clue who is walking towards you.
You tense up, struggling to even open your eyes as you hear their footsteps come to stand beside you.
"You're alright, y/n. You're safe now."
His voice is warm, comforting, worried.
"Loki?"
Your voice is so weak, his name sounds more like a struggling breath than a question.
"It's me, darling."
A faint smile covers your lips in relief and his heart batters in his chest at your reaction. The pad of his thumb gently brushes across your cheeks before his palm rests on your forehead.
"The fever's finally gone. You've been burning up since the fight."
"How did you find me?"
"I was there, but I didn't realize it was you until it was too late."
His eyes scan over your body, regret in his tone. Dark, ugly bruises litter your skin. Bandages are wrapped around most of your limbs, cleaner than the first few rounds. Your lip is busted, hair ratted, and one of your arms is broken.
"Where are we?"
Your unbroken hand finds his resting at your side, and you gently squeeze it. You're fighting your own eyes as you try to pry them open in a desperate attempt to see.
"A planet called Sakaar. It's a trash filled planet with trash like people. The "grandmaster" of this planet likes to kidnap new arrivals and force them to fight his champions."
"So then why, how did you "get" me?"
"I had to buy you with what I've collected here."
"You've what!"
Your eyes open just enough to see the scared, sorrowful look on Loki's face. But you struggle to get up, enraged and seeing red at even the mention of being bought.
