All the ways lead to Sakaar

Chapter 3

When Loki entered the Grandmaster’s tower or - more specifically - flew in there he saw tens of different models of spaceships. 

Some of them were new even for him.

He started to suspect that they were made only for the Grandmaster, which wouldn't be too surprising looking on impression the old man made on Loki until now.

One of them was the model on which he flew inside and it was one of the most impractical models he has ever seen.

Not that he was too traditional himself, but it was just painfully non sensible to do something like that.

“So, my asgardian Loki.” Said the Grandmaster walking out of the ship and standing next to him. “How do you like my collection? The rest of those gewgaws are on other levels.”

Loki stifled sneer. The man seemed to be strongly obsessed.

“Truly unparalleled.” He judged. “Made on your wish?”

“Yes, mostly.” Answered the Grandmaster proudly.

He is almost same obsessed with ships, as Thor is… well, I suppose now was on his hammer - thought Loki smiling to himself.

The Grandmaster looked on him closely and frowned. Then he sighed heavily.

“Now, you're already another person who needs new clothes.” He commented probably suggesting water that kept streaming from Loki's clothing every time he moved.

The god couldn't say he wouldn't agree, but looking on the Grandmaster’s outfit he didn't think he wanted to convict himself on his mercy.

“I don't think this will be necessary.” He said and focused on new clothes he'd like to see on himself - green suit with short armor ending at his waist, extra protectors on his arms and dark, green, space pants. Than he raised his head looking at the Grandmaster to see his reaction and in one moment charmed out himself new clothes.

The old man raised his eyebrows and even opened his mouth.

“Oh, wow, now you're great.” He said delighted. “What else can you do with those sparks changing one’s outfit?”

Loki frowned. He heard a lot of definitions of his illusions but that one was completely new for him. 

The god cleared his throat.

“I'll let myself mention that these was more than just sparks changing one’s outfit. I would rather to call it...” But Loki didn't get to end his sentence.

“Oh, you want to say tricks?” The Grandmaster laughed truly amazed. “Show me more, Tricky Loki.” He ordered.

Loki sneered. The Grandmaster started to call him Tricky Loki once he heard he is the god of mischief. 

He had no idea how he had mistaken those two things, but he did.

Also, Loki was starting to feel the more uncomfortable the more he was talking with that man. He kept making things really awkward, but he wasn't even that wrong - after all his illusions were tricks at some point.

In fact he could as well use the situation and relax a bit. Whatever Hela was doing now, he could do nothing to stop her anyway, so why shouldn't he chill out a bit?

“I would be honored to do so, but my abilities don't work too well, when I'm tired and famished.” Lied Loki with ease. “It would be a blessing to nourish and take a rest.”

He didn't have to wait too long for reaction.

“Of course, that's actually not bad idea!” rejoiced the Grandmaster. “I was going to feast today anyway… also there’s someone I’d like you to meet, so why don’t we start now?”