GLADIATORS ▹ RAGNAROK ³ ✓

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→ FIFTEEN!

◜ blondes and brunettes ◞

"WHICH ONE'S THE SHIP SHE TOLD US TO GET?" Thor chuckled, looking around. Loki raised a finger towards an electric yellow ship with red decretive paint near the back of the floor. "The Commodore."

The three walked towards it and Loki shook his head. "Although, I don't think it'll make much of a difference..."

Thor shook his head, and Amber peered up at Thor, confused. Thor turned her around, as the Loki standing beside them vanished into thin air. Thor shook his head, disappointed. "Oh, Loki..."

The real Loki stood next to a security panel, standing next to a set of buttons that would set off an alarm throughout the whole palace. Amber glared at Loki, advancing towards him. "You little skunk-lookin', son of a―" she was cut off by Thor grabbing her firm bicep and pulling her into his chest with a single pull.

"I know," Loki smirked, ignoring Amber's hotheaded moment. "I've betrayed you many times before. But this time, it's truly nothing personal." Thor chortled at his words, nodding along. "The rewards for both of your capturing will set me up nicely."

He pressed a button, and the security panel flashed red.

"Never one for sentiment, are you?" Thor commented, seeming too calm for Loki and Amber's liking. Loki shook it off and smirked again. "Easier to let it burn."

"I agree." Thor smiled widely, holding up the small box that Valkyrie once possessed. Loki's smirked dropped and he looked down, not noticing it on the front of this gear. Peaking behind his shoulder, he found a small disk clasped above his shoulder blade.

Before Loki could pull it off, Thor activated the device, making Loki go stiff and fall to the ground. Amber gasped again, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. "Holy shit!"

His body writhed around, almost giving off as if he was having a seizure. The two approached the god of mischief and Thor bent down, smiling triumphantly. "Dear, brother, you're become predicable. I trust you, you betray me. Round and round in circles we go."

Loki clenched his teeth in pain, watching in silence as Amber laid above his head, twirling his black locks between her fingers. "Your hair is pretty though."

"See, Loki, life is about growth. It's about change. But you seem to just wanna stay the same. I guess that what I'm trying to say is that you'll always be the god of mischief. But you could be more."

He glanced down at the box before throwing it blindly over his shoulder. "I'll just put this over here for you. Anyways, we've got places to be. Good luck, I guess!"

Thor patted Amber's thigh before holding out his hand. This prompted her to grab his hand, standing up. "Let's go."

Amber smiled sweetly down at Loki, as Loki stared back up at her, still jerking around in pain. "Bye!"

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"ALL RIGHT, WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT. It's just another space ship." Thor said, mainly telling himself rather than Amber who was seating in the other pilot chair. Amber blinked down at all the foreign, complex controls.

"Uh, Thor? I've never flown a space ship. I've only ever dissected and repaired people."

Thor looked over at her, smiling at her sweetly. "It's okay. We've got this."

Amber took his words to heart, smiling back, feeling a newfound wave of confidence. Thor looked down, sliding his finger up a white panel to rev the ship into top speed. The ship exited the garage, flying over Saakar at lightning speed.