All the ways lead to Sakaar

Chapter 11

The plan Darcy came out with would go wonderful, great and without any trouble.

Would.

Because the Grandmaster told the guards to wait for them just behind the doorstep.

So in a moment they crossed it, Loki and Darcy were practically made to run to the ruler, who, as they were told “awaited them with impatience”. 

Once they entered the game room - this time there were definitely fewer people - they saw the old man eating some suspicious dish and sitting next to the long table full of a lot of different meals. 

When he saw them though, he immediately put his plate aside and stood up looking in their direction with a concerned expression.

Only when he saw the scepter still held by Darcy, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed them with a gesture to come closer.

Darcy moved rather fast and violent, really upset about the circumstances and wanted to do as she was asked, but she almost fell when Loki turned out to be a bit slower.

She already forgot they were handcuffed together.

“Stop being mischievous.” She said with a huff. Loki looked at her with pity.

“I have no idea what are you talking about, mortal.” He said loftily. “You were the one to handcuff me, don't complain.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and finally went with the god of mischief to the Grandmaster. The old man looked at them happily and pulled out a hand in Darcy's direction.

“I knew you are the ones I can count on.” He said joyfully practically hugging his scepter he just took from Darcy.

The mortal winced in some weird emotion. She honestly would be just running away if not for his stupid guards.

Only after a moment the ruler finally calmed down and gave his cute little stick meant to kill to Topaz, who stood a few meters away.

Then he started to look at his benefactors. He examined them for a while, before saying with wonder.

“Why are you handcuffed? Is that some kind of thing, which helped you find the scepter?” He asked confused. 

“No, the mortal just vainly mistreats me.” Explained Loki is unconcerned at the same moment when Darcy said.

“He was trying to run away and take all the glory of finding the scepter to himself so I had to stop him.”

The Grandmaster scratched the back of his head trying to understand what each of them said. Finally, he surrendered and just asked another question.

“Are you planning to stay like that?” He said a bit amused. 

“She swallowed the key.” Explained Loki with a deadly serious voice. Darcy sighed frustrated.

“No, I didn't.” She protested and started to seek her pockets. 

But after a moment of more and more nervous search, she growled.

“I lost it though.”

Loki laughed gloomy, looking like he was just being convicted on a death sentence.

“Stop that!” She ordered clenching her fists and looking at the god with judging expression. “I can bet you took it yourself.”

“What for?” Loki suddenly became deadly serious again. “Do you really think I want to be handcuffed with you longer than I have to?”

“Well, where is it then? I'm sure I had it in my pocket.” She insisted.

“How do I know?” Loki wanted to make a rather violent gesture with both of his hands, but he was stopped by Darcy's hand.