Mischief on Midgard

Cell talk

Loki casually trolled down the halls of the Scavengers ship with his hands clasped behind his back. He kept his head high, a smirk curling his lips upwards. The Scavengers knew him only as Nebula's servant, and thus avoided him when they could. He made his way down to the holding cells and found the prisoners he wanted to see, namely the creature that looked almost exactly like a Midguardian raccoon.

"Well, well," the raccoon said with a sneer that showed off his sharp teeth. "What's this? Ain't you the guy who's 'totally not Nebula's play-thing?'"

"Think what you will," Loki responded with a smirk.

"Think?" Rocket said with a bark of laughter. "Yeah, right. Your words, buddy. 'I only do what she tells me to do for now.' Yeah, you're totally not a sick, perverted masochist. Sure. What a cute wittle pet you make."

"Tell me," Loki asked with a drawl, his smirk turning into a wide grin. "What zoo did you escape from? It must be nice to be back in a cage where you belong."

"What was that asshole!?" the raccoon snarled at him, standing up with hands clenched. It was almost adorable how his fur rose on end as well, puffing up to make him look bigger.

"Settle down, Rocket," Yondu said from the back corner of the cell. The blue-skinned male was leaning calmly against the wall. "He's playing with you."

"Ah, so Rocket is your name. I see," Loki sat down in front of the cell, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable.

"What do you want, huh?" Rocket asked with a huff, crossing his arms. His fur slowly settled back against his body as he calmed. "Your mistress get tired of you or somethin'?"

"No," Loki said with a shake of his head. "I have no interest in this ship. Nor do I have any particular interest in how things will go for the two of you. What I do have an interest in is information. Those other guys, the surviving crew? They really screwed up in ousting you as their leader, didn't they Yondu?"

Loki turned his head to look at the blue-skinned alien directly, a smirk on his lips.

"You've got all the brains this ship had to offer," Loki said drily, causing the other man to let out a snort of amused agreement. "The rest of the fools upstairs will be lucky to find one brain-cell to share between them."

"I stayed alive for this long, now, didn't I?" Yondu said with a sharp, toothy grin. "Ya don't manage to do that in this line o' business without havin' brains."

"Indeed," Loki said with a chuckle. "Now then, the two of you are travelers of the galaxy. You know your way around. Perhaps then, we can make a deal? Hm? You tell me what I want to know, and I put you in a nice little ship so you can escape from these goons."

"You're still gonna try an' kill Gamora though, ain't ya?" Rocket asked with a hiss.

"That is what Nebula wants," Loki said with a sigh and a shrug. "I don't care either way. Why? Planning on trying to stop her from doing so from inside a cage?"

Rocket bared his sharp teeth, sneering angrily at Loki. Loki almost laughed with the raccoon's tail puffed up like a bottle brush. Still, he forced down the urge. Yondu himself held out his hand, a similar gesture to what he'd used to quell the Scavengers. Rocket caught the gesture out of the corner of his eye, and, surprisingly enough, the raccoon stepped back, tail smoothing down. Really now, the blue-skinned alien carried himself with such a superior air of authority that it wasn't truly all that shocking that such hand gestures worked. Loki found himself duly impressed with the man.