⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️
🚨Nothing to worry about, 'Dooba' doesn't get too far so no, there is no full smut. Don't panic, I'm not heartless🚨
-(Y/n)'s POV-
Dooba dude has his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as he leads me to the west wing sleeping chambers.
He sits me down on the bed and stands in front of me, a sh*t-eating grin on his face.
"So... where do we start?" he asks.
"Huh?" I breathe, feeing awfully dizzy, "Wot ya doin doobi?"
"It's Dooba. But you knew that, silly tease." he smirks.
"Wot?" I ask.
He pushes my down onto the bed and climbs ontop of me, kissing my neck.
"Ew. Wot u doin doobee. Sop it!" I slur.
He begins unzipping my tight outfit, kissing lower and lower down my neck and chest.
My limp arms push him away and I scream lowly, "Slllop it Doobee!"
"I'm getting a little impatient darling. I only have an hour with you." he growls.
He attacks my neck again, unstrapping my bra and throwing it across the room.
The door suddenly bursts open and two blurry figures rush into the room.
"Don't worry (Y/n), I'm not looking!!" yells a young, familiar voice.
Doobi dooba doobee is pushed away from my and my dress is quickly zipped up by an incredibly sexy, familiar looking man with jet black hair and emerald green eyes.
"Wel 'ello, hansome." I smile at him.
"Are you okay?" he asks, worry plastered over his gorgeous face.
"Now tat yourr heer." I grin.
He look at the younger person behind him and orders him to do something.
The younger kid comes and picks me up, whisking me out of the room and into my own bedroom in the north wing.
"It's okay (Y/n), he didn't hurt you, did he? What's Loki gonna do? I hope we're not in trouble. Oh god!" he mutters as he runs.
"hoo arr u?" I ask.
"Shh, don't worry, we're gonna get you to bed. Don't worry." he assures me.
Next thing I know, I've passed out and the world goes dark.
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I wake up and open my eyes slowly, the impact of a wicked headache hitting me like a bus.
I let out a groan and lie in the bed, staring at the ceiling with hope to focus my blurry vision and foggy mind.
"(Y/n)?" asks a voice that seems to belong to Peter, "You up?" he questions softly.
I sigh and look at him as he stands at my bedside, "What happened after last night?" I ask.
"Depends. What do you remember?" he asks, sweetly and patiently.
"Uhm. Esme giving me a tight dress? And Loki telling me... uhm... telling me... something." I mumble.
"Do you want me to go get Loki for you?" he asks, "He's asleep on the couch. Didn't want you to be scared when you woke up."
"Yes please." I mutter, the ache in my head refusing to leave.
Peter walks off and I can't help but groan again, calling for my boyfriend.
"Lokiiii" I whine, bringing my hands up to my pounding head.
"(Y/n)? Oh, your awake." he sighs in relief, rushing to my side quickly.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I should've got to you sooner, I can't believe you had to face that. You must be traumatised, baby. I'm so sorr-"
"Shh, Loki," I sigh, gradually sitting up, "Why are you sorry? What happened?" I ask.
"..." he silently looks down at me, contemplating on whether he should tell me or not.
"Please Loki. I just want the truth. Whatever you say, I trust and love you." I smile weakly.
"Esme got you extremely drunk from about three shots of some Sakaarian drink. She them sent you off to be..." he trailed off at the end, his gaze meeting mine.
"What?" I ask.
"A man. He took you to his room and.. tried things with you. You were so completely out of it, you hadn't a clue what was going on, darling. Me and Peter rushed in before he got any of your clothes fully off. We didn't know where you were and we were worried sick and we should've known, but Peter rushed you out and Ibtaught the man a lesson." he said, sternly.
"I- what?? You're telling the truth, right?" I ask, bewildered by the news.
"I would never lie to you. And if I did, you would know." he explains, carefully.
"I can't believe this. Where's this guy now?" I ask, balling my hands into fists.
"He's none of your concern. Rest." he coos, kissing my forehead, "Clear your head and we'll talk more."
"No. Loki, where is he?" I demand.
"Taken care of."
"Loki?" asks Peter, "What did you do?" he questions, suspecting the worst.
"I-"
"Killed him!" yelled Esme, running into the room, "You murdered a potential sponsor? For getting cosy with your girlfriend?" she shouts, "The grandmaster wants your heads! I want your heads!"
"You k-killed him?" asks Peter, shocked.
"Peter, now's not the time." Loki warns, "We're leaving."
He scoops me up quickly and I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, the room feeling as though it is spinning.
"Oh no you're not! You three are dead men walking." she growls, drawing out her dragonfang, the famed sword of the valkyrie.
Loki sends her flying with his magic and she is yeeted out of the room, slamming into the wall in the corridor.
"Follow me!" he yells, running towards the second exit. We then leap out of a window and slide down the side of the building, making me hold on tighter to Loki.
"Where to now?" Peter yells as we reach the bottom and are faced by a squad of Sakaarian soldiers and warriors.
All of a sudden, a beam of light surrounds us and we're sent up into the bifrost, leaving Sakaar behind.
What the f-
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