(Loki X Nebula) We Love Hating Each Other

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  Knock knock

    I flinch forward, looking around, some of my hair in my face as I started to spit it some of it out. I heard my back crack with unease, as I was laying on the tiny orange sofa, while his majesty slept on the bed.

  Knock knock

  I nodded, hopping off the couch. I approached the door wearing a black bra and grey sweats, still trying to remove the hair from my face. I guess being bald had its perks, I opened the door to see Gro. She turned around to look at me, she was wearing yellow pajamas, she looked as though she had just woken up, a kitty mask on top of her mad hair. 

  I yawned, covering my mouth “what time is it?” I ask, stretching out my joints. “Freaking 5:29 a.m, I think! They ain't got no clocks around here,” she groaned. I sigh, “a trash planet, and they don't have clocks?” I ask, Gro shrugged “Grandmaster wants us, that's why I'm up. The guy wants to talk about something” she says rubbing her eyes, while leaning on the door frame casually. “Right now?” I asked her, Gro nods “right now” she says, snapping her fingers. 

  Nebula fell forward on an alien, the woman muttering how rude it was to land on someone. I stand up, dusting myself "you can teleport now?" I ask, Gro smiles "sometimes, but most of the time the outcome isn't what'd I'd like." I nodded, "good to know, maybe you should've stayed with that Doctor guy" I say, walking around in my socks on the cold floor, the cool air radiating on my feet.

Gro chuckles, "he was cute" she said twirling her hair, I look at her "I thought you liked Thor," Gro looks around, "yeah… well, gods are out, doctors are in" she smiled, "doctors know what to with their hands."

  I shook my head at her behavior, she had woken up in a bad mood, but now she was as happy as could be.

  "Ladies!" The Grandmaster yelled.

  I turned around to look over my shoulder to see the grandmaster on some scooter, people making sure to step out of his path while he paced by. Topaz at his side, walking with the melt stick, "Grandmaster, good morning?" I say, not really sure if it really was morning or not.

The Grandmaster chuckles at my confusion, "no, no. See, here on Sakaar, we say good day, and when the sky is dark, then you say good night. You see?" He asked, me and Gro, "makes sense" Gro agrees.

  "You called for us," I say, crossing my arms, and trying to get to the point. The Grandmaster nods "right. Have you ever been on tv?" He asked us, smiling at us.

  Gro shakes her head, "never" she told him, a little excited. I shrug "not in a good way, but yeah," I answered him. The Grandmaster rides past us, "follow me, ladies. You're gonna love this" he told us, Topaz at his side while Gro and I followed behind.

On our walk, I observed many things, it seemed familiar. Important people huddled together on comfortable and expensive cushions, luxury came to them, handed to them. Drinks that knocked you cold, being savored as a burger from the trash. It reminded me a lot of the time when me and my sister, Gamora, were with Ronan the Accuser. 

  He too, was an old fling of mine, we slept together whenever we were power hungry. It didn't last long, as he was killed by my sister's crew, the Guardians of the Galaxy.