Rambles and Thoughts

Thor Ragnarok ✔️

It's been many years since anyone has heard,seen or even caught a whiff of me. Though I don't believe anyone was looking in the first place for I am feared by all the nine realms, and most of them have wanted to end my anyway. Bounties have been stapled to my head especially so after Thor's little adventure to Earth after he so ignorantly sought War.
At least that was my belief. Until the day they came back, sons of Odin to clarify. Thor, the god of Thunder and Loki a manipulative god that my life is tied to. I was once his knight, a warrior, a protector of the god of mischief. I was powerful, revered, respected. I was the greatest protector Asguard has ever created. Humph know look at me. Chained, bleeding, and controlled by the pompous "Grand Master"

I lay chained in a small cold room. Dried blood coats the walls and floor leaving strikes of red in random assortment over everything. The chains cut deep into my neck, wrists, ankles, sweeping away my powers of shapeshifting leaving me practically immobilized.
"How's my other champion hmm?" The heavy iron door creeks open as it scraps on the rust that formed from many years of torture. I didn't get a lavish room fit with trinkets and food, I got iron chains and humiliation. I don't respond to my capture, I only turn my head downward and away. His laugh is degrading.
"Rude, Well then. I came to tell you that we will be having a special audience member this evening, so I want you to give them a proper show." I stay silent, this isn't my first cage, or my first torturous master. Unwavering resolve anchors me from bending to this pricks wishes. A bowl of "food" is thrown down to my kneeling level and I am left to feast.

Scream and  cheers counter wail from the other side of my cell door signaling the time for battle.  A thick steel collar has been placed to my throat it's purpose is to detain me, shocking me into obedience. Many times I tried to fight against the abuse but to no avail other than a fresh set of cuts and bruises. I stagger as the doors open and the roars turn to a mix of booing and cheers, the cuts on my body crack and ooze, being reopened. Great.
"Lady and gentlemen I give you your Dark Monster, her teeth and claws have brought many to a demise but she is controlled by you! Now choose her shape" I stumble out into the blaring lights of the arena my hands binded so I can't sheiks my eyes. The crowd starts to howl and bark to signal their choice, this is how they decide my fate. Their catcalls choose my form, this time it's a crowd favorite. Small shocks course through my neck commanding me to oblige the captive audience who so love violence. With a grunt I morph into a magnificent black wolf. To please the audience I rumble a smooth howl from the pits of my throat that reverberates off the walls. The crowds silences in awe. Turning my great head to the Grand Master's private box, my eyes lay into a pair that I never images seeing again. It's him, the one single person I've dreading seeing now leans forward to see my fully at the bottom of a war pit.
"And for the challenger. Lord of thunder, be careful his fingers sparkle." The Grand Master's voice announces the arrival of the blonde god of thunder. Lastly the big green giant, Hulk crushes the final door sending a roar my way as he greets the crowd with shouts and a clash of metal. As the final gong tolls the battle commences.

POV change: Loki
The Grand Masters box gives the clearest view of wolf,champion, and god's battle. The champion and god are the first to strike, while the wolf still stares into my eyes. That stare is one that I have seen countless time before, once out of love, then battle, now it holds sadness, pain, and my least favorite hatred.
"Isn't she ferocious!" The Grand Master seems all to excited to see Emily down there prowling around the onslaught. Watching and waiting.
"She always makes the crowd happy. Especially when she is beaten." Beaten? What has happened to you? Emily was never beaten unless she wanted to or possibly forced to. The green fool had Thor by the ankles now throwing him from side to side. I would be roaring with the crowd from that but I am stopped in my cheers as the Hulk approaches the wolf. The wolf gives me one more look before brisling at the green champion. Her spear head teeth glisten at the light as she prowls around the ungraciously violent Hulk.
"How long has the creature been here?" My eyes flutter to the Grand Master who claps lightly at the brawl before him.
"My champion has been at my disposal for about two years"
"No I mean the huntress, the wild." The subject of our conversation stops all movements from down below and begins to grow more agitated, and turns to growl ominously at me. Eyes tightening into pin points.
"Oh that, well it's been many, many years since her arrival, but when she became more rebellious...well I decided that she must be put to her place." The scars, and fresh wounds on her human form came to mind. My jaw chinches as anger flares in my gut.
"This fight should go smoothly with, spoilers, my champion being victorious." Oh how wrong the Master was. The wolf leaps into the sky and comes down as a panther that I've seen sliced into countless armies before. The beast comes down with a crash and easily pins the champion, yet no crowd cheers. There is only stunned silence. The panther makes one swipe to the champions head and the Hulk, all powerful and all nightly, is now unconscious with the cores in horror. The large cat shifts it's head to Thor and tucks it's front paws under its shoulders in a deep bow, tail swishing in agitation.
"Shock her now!" The Grand Master shouts and blue lightning sprouts around the shapeshifters collar, yet all she does is leap up to the window of the box and lock blue eyes with me. The window starts to fog as her breath making her eyes shine an illumines blue. By nearly swiping her claws over the collar it is cut in two, it falls to the dirt below and the Grand Master is in stunned disbelief. She huffs and leaps from the window, and before reaching the ground, shifts back to her human form, and though she is bleeding, she stands proud and walks back through the door she came from leaving the audience in chaos.