Always and Forever | Loki Laufeyson

Kapittel (43) Førtitre ~ Creepy Old Guy

"Alex, I do not need one of your Midgardian references right now." My husband groaned as he slowly looked around the room.

"Alright, alright, who are you people, where did you come from, and what have you done to my ceiling?" The man with the striped chin asked again, gaining both of our attention.

"Apologies," Loki said as he carefully moved me to the side so he could properly get up before helping me stand. "We obviously didn't mean to crash land into your... home? We have just lost our way. I am Prince Loki. God of Mischief, adoptive son of Odin the Allfather, rightful ruler of Jotenhiem, and husband to Alexandra." Loki motioned to me.

"Ahh, so that's your bun in her oven." The man smirked. "But none of that mambo-jumbo means anything to me! Who's going to fix my ceiling?"

"Um, sir, your slaves have already begun fixing any damages." A scary-looking lady holding a gold staff butted in.

"God, Topaz, I've told you how much I hate the "S" word." The man groaned.

"What, "Sir?"

"No! "Slaves." He whispered the word.

"Sorry, your prisoners that are being forced into manual labor." The woman, Topaz, rolled her eyes.

"That's a bit better, but you'll need to work on it." The older man waved off. "Now, you two, I am the Grandmaster, ruler of Sakaar."

"Sakaar? Where in the Nine Realms is that?" I looked at Loki in confusion.

"Oh no no no, we are far beyond those places. Sakaar is a refuge for all types of people around the vast ocean we call space! We celebrate our differences here!" The Grandmaster cheered. "Now, I'm not heartless, so I'll have one of my workers take you to our healers. Would hate for something to happen to your little bun 'cause I didn't take care of my new guests, unwelcome or not."

"Thank you. That's very kind." I smiled.

"Of course. And I shall get a room prepared for you as well. The two of you shall be staying there 'till we figure out what to do with you."

"Alright." Loki hesitantly nodded, glancing at me as he placed his arm around my waist.

"Moyra! Come take our new guests to the healers!" The man clapped his hands, and a girl with blue skin and dark hair walked up to us.

"Right this way," She said, quickly leading us out of the room.

There were a lot of twists and turns we had to take to get to the healers, and I won't lie in saying that it hurt my poor swollen feet.

One of the utter joys of pregnancy.

Thankfully the examination was quick and painless, and we were able to see our perfectly healthy baby girl, which gave Loki and me great relief to hear. It didn't take long for the Grandmaster to take a liking to us, seemingly loving the little "family bunch vibe" we brought to the cult-like group he seemed to have.

And before we knew it, several weeks had gone by.

By some miracle the baby hadn't come yet, which brings me immense relief seeing as I did not want to give birth on a strange and foreign planet surrounded by people I did not know with healers I did not really trust. In the week, Loki had been slowly gaining favor with the Grandmaster while also trying to figure out how to steal one of his ships so we could go home.

Right now Loki and I were chatting with different people at one of the Grandmaster's little parties. The two of us were at opposite ends of the room, though we would keep checking in on each other from time to time.