The next day the only thing that Loki wanted was to stay in bed for the next twenty-four hours and never have to cook anything.
And well he could pretend to be sick, he could pretend to be tired, but he wasn't stupid and he knew that he'll have to cook something anyway, but later.
So when the evening came - which meant the time for the Grandmaster to wake up - Loki went out of his room and with pain in his heart headed to the game room.
That will be a humiliation the Odinson's family - and Laufeyson's probably as well - didn't ever experience and never should experience.
But there he was, opening the door to the game room just to see the Grandmaster smiling at him knowingly and pacing around with Darcy, whose expression was full of both malicious satisfaction and slight anxiety - probably because of a perspective of eating a meal, the god will cook, by his side.
"Tricky Loki!" Shouted the Grandmaster happily getting up from his chair and immediately walking in the direction of the god. "Do you have an idea on a meal ready? I hope you do cause oh…" the Grandmaster made an all-knowing pause and raised an eyebrow on the god. "I expect your meals to be spectacular and I can't wait to find out what you'll do."
Darcy, who by this time also walked to Loki and Grandy, snorted under her breath evidently trying no to laugh any lauder on whatever dirty associations did she has.
Loki cleared his throat and answered trying hard to ignore the mortal's smile.
"It's still a secret what." The god answered evasively. "I suppose you'll have to wait until I'll make it."
The Grandmaster looked at Loki amazed and sighed with impatience.
"Well, then better head to the kitchen quickly." He ordered starting to walk ahead. "I am starving for your food."
After that, the ruler left the room expecting Darcy and Loki to go after him.
Both of them send each other the best glare that they had in store and only then headed out as they were expected to.
***
The kitchen turned out to be a place bearly smaller than the game room, but - unsurprisingly - filled with a much bigger amount of people.
Most of them were - as the Grandmaster liked to call them - prisoners with jobs, but some were just regular Sakaarians, who simply weren't given food by the ruler and had to make themselves their own meals.
For a brief moment, Loki was almost sure he'll be forced to cook next all of those people from… rabble.
But just as he wanted to bury himself six feet deep underground, he heard the Grandmaster's demanding voice.
"Everyone!" He shouted. "Get out of the kitchen immediately! You may come back for three hours and only if I'll be done!"
A few people looked like they wanted to protest, but seeing the Grandmaster's awaiting expression quickly decided against it.
This way, soon, the kitchen was completely empty, all to Loki's disposal.
It didn't fix anything, but at least made it less humiliating, so the god simply sighed and stepped towards the kitchen counter.
The Grandmaster showed Darcy with a gesture to keep quiet and not interrupt the god and they both sat on the comfortable chairs next to the big table.
Meanwhile, Loki just started to wonder if it was possible to use an illusion on the food.
***
About two hours later the kitchen was all dirty and after two little conflagrations and the Grandmaster and Darcy were served suspiciously pretty dishes.
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