Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

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Yet another beautiful piece of fanart. Thankyou, internet!

I wake up first. It's late morning, and I'm starving hungry. I lie still, listening to Loki's quiet breathing behind me for a while.

                "Are you awake?" he asks softly, and I nod. "Good."

                "What do you mean?" I mumble, turning to face him. He smiles sleepily at me, leaning forwards and planting a sloppy kiss on my mouth. I smile, pulling away to look at him. He moves so that he's on top of me, propping himself up on his elbows. His hair forms a raven halo around his face, and I smile wider. He kisses me again, a series of short pecks that gradually move down my jaw and neck, onto my collar bone.

                "Stop it," I laugh, pushing him away.

                "What's wrong, love?" he pulls back, shifting slightly.

                "I'm not having sex with you first thing in the morning!" I tell him, "Especially when I haven't had any food."

                "I'm not trying to... never mind," he trails off, then frowns. "I thought you liked sex?"

                "I love sex," I protest, "just not on an empty stomach and not first thing in the morning. And don't kid yourself," I add, "I can literally feel your boner on my leg." It's true, and I'm not afraid to say so.

                "I'm not..." he splutters, and I burst out laughing.

                "I'm just joking around," I say, "maybe later."

                "Right," he rolls off me, getting up and putting on his clothes.

                "Great," I call from the bed, "can we get some food?"

                People on Sakaar eat weird-ass food. It's all brightly coloured and smells very strongly, but tastes ok. We get the pleasure of the Grandmaster's company for a late breakfast, which I can't say I'm entirely enthused about. As we eat, conversation eventually drifts in the direction of work.

                "So," the Grandmaster says as I munch a piece of what looks like a bright green eggplant, "what are you willing to offer me in order to stay here?"

                "What do you mean?" I ask, trying not to make a face as I swallow the extremely sour vegetable.

                "Loki pays for himself," the guy continues, "and we've granted you hospitality since you were recovering from a near-fatal injury, but what can you do to earn your keep?"

                "I'm not engaging in a "mutually beneficial relationship," if that's what you're getting at," I say flatly.

                "What?" he seems genuinely offended by the idea. "No! You're a woman. Not," he says hastily, "that I have a problem with women, I just don't... you know what I mean."

                "Yeah," I lean back, "what kind of jobs are there around here?"

                "You could be a scrapper," he says, "a fighter, a cleaner, a guard..."

                "Fighter?" I ask, my interest piqued.

                "Entertain crowds," he explains, "you know, the arena, all of that."

                "How long do I have to do that?" I chew the inside of my cheek, thinking.

                "Until you beat my champion," he takes a sip from his drink, and I smile.