Space Oddity

A Chance Meeting

There he was, shooting out of the Bifrost's rainbow stream like a firecracker. It was a bumpy ride, and it most definitely wasn't very comfortable when it came to falling against whatever garbage planet he'd landed on. CRACK. Damn. He must have broken something. All he knew now was that he was laying on an unknown planet without his shining brother Thor, and as if on command, a ship approached Loki. Something that looked like a camera aperture popped out and looked him over before the ship landed about a hundred yards from him. By the time it had landed, the prince of lies had already sat up, his fingers wrapped around the hilts of his twin daggers. He was ready to pounce if necessary, because one could never be too careful on a foreign planet, especially a giant garbage planet. If he hadn't guessed it before, he definitely knew what planet it was once the door was opened. Before him stood a figure in satin robes, tousled short hair and blue eyeliner. He thought it was 'The Collector' at first, but quickly realized that it was his equally, if not more flamboyant brother, 'The Grandmaster'.  The Grandmaster walked toward him, making sure not to step on any trash with his designer sandals. Loki slowly rose to his feet from a crouch, not wanting the other to have an advantage as he approached. Before he could say anything to the man, he was reaching out to touch him, and not in a violent way.

"My god, you're gorgeous." The Grandmaster remarked as he caressed Loki's cheek, the trickster still gripping his daggers, ready to strike.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," He glanced down at the daggers Loki held. "Death is no object to me. Yours would pain me, especially seeing your good looks go to waste."

He was musing over Loki as if he were a precious gem, ready for the choosing. Loki raised an eyebrow, looking the other man over. He wasn't too bad himself... and Loki wasn't here for an extremely long time, he was here for a good time. He'd had many flings in his lifetime, so what was one more to add to the list? Loosening the grip on his daggers, he slid them back into their respective sheaths, relaxing himself in the presence of the new stranger.

"You'll have to excuse my um- bad manners. I'm the Grandmaster, but you can call me En, if it pleases you," The Grandmaster stammered, trying to get it out right.

Loki smirked a little, amused at how much this man was working to impress him. It was a valiant try, but Loki wasn't buying it yet. What if it was like a reverse manipulation? Being the trickster he was, he learned never to trust others or their motives. Especially the motives of a leader of another planet. That had never turned out well in the past.

"I am Loki, of Asgard." He'd finally come to terms with that. At least it was easier than explaining that he was actually adopted by Odin, not by choice, but by power-play.

"Come, come. Welcome to Sakaar," En waved him on, excited to get to know this new and seductive looking god.

En grinned right back and led him to the spaceship, which wasn't unlike a leisure car from Midgard. It was orange with blue stripes, almost like a flag. Loki stepped into the ship, looking around at the new surroundings. It was almost like the Quinjet, but with less seats in the back and four in the front. It definitely looked like a nice ship to steal and get away from Sakaar on. After a moment of getting lost in thought, he finally responded to the Grandmaster.

"Thank you. It's nice to be welcomed so... um, warmly," Loki spoke confidently and smiled a little, trying to pull him in with a little bit of manipulation.

En then motioned for him to take a seat. "You'll have to excuse the mess. I was just um.. well, I was busy."

Loki glanced around and noticed the half naked women in the back of the spaceship. He knew what was going on now, and he was honestly not that surprised. En was coming on strong to him, and he showed no signs of backing down once he had what he wanted.After a short time of flight, what proved to be an awkward flight because of the silence, they arrived at the towering palace. Once they arrived at the palace, he let Loki out and led him to the main club area of the arena. En did not really have time to explain much about what was going on because he had some things to take care of dealing with the revolution that seemed imminent. He liked seeing himself as a benevolent ruler, so it pained him, or so it seemed, to have to be the bad guy in the situation.