In-between Love Sweat And Tears (Loki Short Stories And One Shots)

Sakaar pt 1

(AU in where you're a lost Asgardian, found in Sakaar and taken in by The Grandmaster as his /adoptive/ daughter. You've lived there for 10 years now, seen as a great fighter that's become more laid back after allowing The Hulk to become the new warrior. But everything changes when a sudden raven haired man has somehow already gotten into the Grandmaster's good graces, and recognizes you.)

(A/N: your cape is similar to Loki's but in different colors. I just couldn't find a good enough photo to depict it. ;) )

"Y/N! There you are, how's my little lamb doing?" You turn around swiftly on your heel as you hear The Grandmaster, your adoptive dad, call you, and your black and purple cape swishes softly against your ankles. He's got his guards and small entourage with him as he smiles happily at you. "Hi, Grandmaster." "We've talked about this, you pronounce the word as 'Dad'."

Rolling your eyes, you rest your hands on your hips, tapping your fingers against the hilt of a long holstered dagger that almost reaches your knee cap. "You get way too happy when I say that word accidentally. Anyways, what are you up to?" You ask, softly flipping your H/T (hair type) H/C hair out of your face with a gentle nod of your head. "Oh! We're getting ready for a party, we have newcomers. I'd very much like you to be there." He tells you, and you groan. "This is like, the eighth party this week alone. Can I not have to introduce myself to more people tonight?" Laughing, he gently pats your back and smiles fatherly to you. "Nope! It'll be fun, I promise. Besides, it /is/ your birthday today, so-!" "Oh Gods, no! Please, please don't do the-!" "The announcement? I have to! You're turning... How old will you be again?"

You grumbled. "I'll be 1,049.." "I don't like that number. How about?-" "If you want me to go by the 'Normal' sounding age, it means that I'll be 21." "Yes, much better! You'll be able to handle the drinks!" "Oh, haha." You shake your head. "Promise me you'll be there, Y/N. It'll be a good night for you." You lift your e/c eyes to his pleading ones, and give in. "Fine, I will." "Yay! Now go get ready, the maids have already gotten your outfit laid out for you." Gently pushing you away, you watch as he and his group go past you with obvious excitement for tonight.

As you make it to your room, you let out a loud groan of annoyance before rubbing your face. You knew he meant well, but this also meant that once again it would be a long night of partying. Your head hurts from the thought. Crossing the big space between your bed and the door, you look at the dress splayed out neatly for you.

It's your colors, with vibrant purples and gentle blacks blended together beautifully in a messy way, with flecks of blue and gold. Sighing, you go to take a bath first, as the water is already ready for you, still steaming and full of bubbles and scented flower petals. Undressing, you look to the mirror on the wall, and take in your physique. Despite being a warrior, you don't have noticeable muscle mass even with being toned. There are different battle scars covering you all over, some of them faded out from age as your fresher ones had healed but were still softly raised up against your skin. Pinning your hair up into a bun carefully, you can't help but wince as your fingers just gingerly graze your worst injury. It was the first reminder of your beginning on Sakaar, as you didn't even know how you had acquired it, but it was there. It could have been from your landing, but you couldn't recall it. The next thing you knew, the Grandmaster had suddenly decided to take you in when you were brought to him, maybe cause you were so young and pathetic looking. Or maybe cause your memories were just barely there for even you, but your body instinctually knew how to fight skillfully.

You carefully get into the bath, relaxing from how soothing the water was before you close your eyes.

Hearing your doors open a moment later, you don't bother with looking to confirm who it is. "Hi, Val." "Hey birthday girl." "Ugh, don't remind me." Val was the only one who knew you were Asgardian, and vice versa as you knew she was a Valkyrie, even with your shoddy memory. "What? Not excited about finally being able to become a woman?"