Loki: Ragnarok

Chapter 4: Sakaar

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Thor and (Y/n) flew out of a large wormhole in the sky and fell to the ground, landing in a mountain of garbage.

They both stood up, moving debris off of themselves and standing up to take in their surroundings.

They stood in what looked like a literal dump, mountains of garbage surrounding them, covering acres of land. In the sky, they could see several small wormholes, which is where all the garbage came from. There was also an enormous red wormhole that was about a hundred times bigger than the others.

In the distance, Thor and (Y/n) could see the outline of a large city. Before they could even think about figuring out where the hell they were, a small ship flew above them and landed in the heap not to far from them.

Several masked individuals stepped out at looked at the both of them, as Thor and (Y/n) shared a nervous glance.

"Are you fighters? Or are you food?" One of them asked.

"We're just passing through." Thor told them.

"They are food." The man declared.

The masked creeps started surrounding them, and Thor extended his hand for his hammer, but then remembered he didn't have it anymore.

So instead, he grabbed the gun from one of the creeps and threw him in the distance. (Y/n) kicked one in the gut, as Thor punched another in the face.

One of the masked creeps held up a large gun and fired a net, that enveloped (Y/n) and Thor and electrocuted them, making them fall to the ground.

The creeps started to surround them and hit them with their objects, when another ship crashed into some debris around them, and landed, gaining their attention.

A ramp extended from the ship, and a door opened. A woman with darker skin, long black hair and white paint on her face stepped out, drinking from a bottle.

She threw the bottle to the side and started strutting down the ramp. "They're mine."

However, since she seemed to be quite intoxicated, she lost her balance and fell off the ramp.

The creeps shrugged and turned their attention back to Thor and (Y/n).

"Wait!" The woman yelled, standing back up. "Wait. They're mine. So if you want them, you go through me."

"But we've already got them." One pointed out.

The woman shrugged. "Alright then. I guess I go through you."

"More food."

The masked creeps started to approach her, and the woman tapped her knuckles together, activating some kind of device that connected her arms to the guns of her ship.

She smiled smugly and pointed them at the masked creeps and fired, completely obliterating them all.

Thor and (Y/n) threw the net off of themselves and stood up.

"Thank you." Thor said.

Unfortunately, the woman wasn't as friendly as they thought. She tossed two small black disks at the both of them, which got attached to their necks. She then lifted up a small device and pushed a button, which electrocuted them, and made them fall to the ground, unconscious.

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Thor blinked and groaned as he regained consciousness. He was face down on some glass and as he peered through it, he could see himself flying over the mountains of trash towards the city.

He rolled onto his back and looked to the side to see (Y/n) lying next to him, still unconscious.

Up above him through some glass, he could see the woman who had taken them sitting in the pilot's seat.

"Scrapper 142, I need clearance and an audience with the boss." She requested. "I've got something special."

"Hey, where are you taking us?" Thor asked.

She ignored him.

Thor slammed his fist along the glass, cracking it. "Answer me! I am Thor son of Odin. I need to get back to Asgard."

Scrapper 142 leaned forward and took out the small device. "Many apologies, your majesty." She pressed a button and zapped Thor again, knocking him unconscious once more.

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The next thing Thor knew, he was awake and traveling down a tunnel while strapped to a chair.

"Fear not, for you are found." A voice spoke. "You are home and there is no going back."

Thor tried to move, but the restraints around his ankles and wrists held him down.

"No one leaves this place. But what is this place? The answer is Sakaar."

The atmosphere around Thor changed. As he traveled down the track on his chair, images of space and planets appeared around him, and strange sounding music started playing.

"Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown. It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you! But here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved."

"What the hell?" Thor mumbled.

"And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster. He is the original. The first lost and the first found. The creator of Sakaar and the father of the Contest of Champions. Where once you were nothing, now you are something. You are the property of the Grandmaster. Congratulations!"

Thor started to pick up speed, and the atmosphere faded to something more creepy, and the music faded away.

"You will meet the Grandmaster in 5 seconds. Prepare yourself. Prepare yourself. You are now meeting the Grandmaster!"

Thor began speeding up, many colors flying by him. The build up was all too much for him, and he started screaming.

A second later, he was in an entirely different room.

"Hey Thor." A voice spoke.

Thor turned to the side and saw (Y/n) next to him strapped down in her own chair.

"(Y/n)?" He squeaked.

"Did you go through that weird and creepy as shit tunnel too?" She asked.

Thor nodded, still a bit shaken up by the experience.

Someone else cleared their throat, making Thor and (Y/n) face forward.

Sitting in front of them was a man with graying hair, that had a stripe of blue paint that started at his bottom lip and went down to his chin. He was dressed in silky golden and blue colored robes and stared at the two of them.

This must be the Grandmaster.

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