Loki x Reader One-Shot Compilation

Scars of Sakaar

Summary: After you go missing on a mission with Thor, Loki finds you years later on the junk planet, Sakaar. He will do anything to liberate you from the arena and makes a bargain with the Grandmaster for your freedom.

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"Where is she?" Loki stormed the halls of Asgard, boots clicking against the tile as he shoved guards unlucky enough to be in his flight path. "I swear if she's- Thor - where is she?" The scream echoed down the hall and the remaining guards flinched.

Thor rested a hand on Sif's shoulder. She braced her palms against her knees, heaving shallow breaths as blood trickled down her temple. Her sword scraped against the floor with every movement, screeching in the open hall.

"Loki," She started, a crisp pain wrinkling her eyes. "We-"

"I didn't ask you," Loki shoved a finger in Sif's face. She glared up at him, mouth hanging open in fury. The dripping blood slipped over her lips and fell to the floor. "Thor, she was supposed to be with you. Where is she?" Each word came more clipped than the last. A potent fear built under the anger, spreading through Loki like a parasite.

"Let Sif speak," Thor pushed Loki from her.

Loki turned his wired gaze to Sif. "Well?"

She pushed her sword from the hilt at her side, letting it crash to the ground. With the weight free, she rose, rolling her shoulders to stretch her spine. Blood clumped in her hair, sending spikes of tendrils a dozen directions.

"We lost her," Sif held Loki's gaze.

"You lost her?" Loki enunciated the words in disbelief. "So not only do you not know whether she's alive or dead, you have not the slightest idea of where her body may be?"

"She may not be dead," Thor held out a hand to Loki and was readily rejected.

"She shouldn't be dead because she was supposed to be beside you," Loki's hands rotated between twitching and curling painfully tight. "Did you forget about her? Did you do this intentionally?"

"We ran into a snag and I took her," Sif swallowed hard. "I didn't mean to lose her. I can't tell you what happened because I don't know myself. Y/N was there and then she was gone."

"Stop speaking," Loki ground his teeth. "Who's looking for her?"

"Everyone, Brother," Thor reached again to Loki. "We'll find her."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Loki hissed on his way out the hall. The guards stumbled out of the way, some falling as Loki stormed past them. "It doesn't suit you."

Loki would find you no matter the cost. He didn't need anyone else to do it for him.

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6 Years Later:

The stadium boomed with the music of ravenous screams. Rabid onlookers howled their excitement as you stepped into the arena. The dirt crunched under you with the weight of your morningstars in each hand, creating clouds of ethereal dust around you.

Your piecemeal armor, locked tight to every inch of you, clanked as you moved. The armory on Sakaar was severely lacking the airiness of Asgardian dressings. A dozen colors represented on your chest plate and they caught the florescent lights of the stadium like a rainbow, but did little in actually protecting you. At least you gave them a show. In the end, that's what the Grandmaster wanted.

The disc on your neck buzzed with electricity and you looked up to the box, a scowl ripping through your face as the Grandmaster taunted you. The room was alight with the warmth of non-synthetic lighting. As you looked to the skies, you saw a flash of something that stalled your pounding heart. Dark hair and a haughty disposition.