Multi-Fandom One-Shots

· 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐭.2 · 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ·

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I let out a disbelieving scoff, like the room would get the hint and answer all my questions for me.

"Are you kidding?" I laughed, yanking open the doors, but to my utter shock and surprise, it was locked.

I guess I was considered a threat, I thought, staring at the cold door handle clenched in my fist.

My spite towards Loki only grew from then, as I scrubbed myself clean, brushing the dirt and blood from my hair and skin.

I found a freshly cleaned outfit spread out on the couch after I stepped out from the beautiful bathroom.

I wore a simple white button up shirt, and some fitted black pants and boots. I finished the outfit off with a light grey jacket with black printed designs, that swirled around my form regally, and I stared at my reflection in the full body mirror, disgusted.

I had never hated the way I looked so much.

Why?

Because here I was, being treated and dressed like an upper class person, while my buddies sat beneath me, starving, wounded, sick and tired.

But I couldn't reject an invite to dinner from what seemed to be a close friend of The Grandmaster. I've seen people get punished for much smaller felonies.

Smoothing down the wrinkles from my shirt, I sighed, before pulling my room's doors open, and I stepped out into an empty hallway.

The eerie silence chilled me to the bone, and the cool breeze didn't help settle my nerves.

My heeled boots clicked against the marble floor beneath me, and I reached out to run my fingertips against the polished, smooth walls of the hallway as I walked.

I hadn't been in a place this nice in my life, and I felt shame for wanting to enjoy it.

Loki's room was only about fifteen steps from my room, and when I approached his room's doors, I gave it a solid knock before standing back and waiting for him to respond patiently.

The door opened a moment later, and Loki welcomed me into the room that looked almost identical to the one I had just spent over half an hour cleaning myself from my own blood, and others' blood.

"You look nice," Loki beamed, directing me to a less than comfortable seat in the dull sunlight of the room.

He thought I looked nice, while he was looking much better than nice.

His black hair was pulling into a low, immaculate bun, and his blue apparel had changed to a black suit which had that certain Sakaarian flair; it was just extra, like the Grandmaster himself.

I smiled. "You look nice too," I remarked as Loki poured two glasses of whiskey from a crystal bottle before sitting on a chair beside me, handing me a glass.

I eagerly took the whiskey from him, and quickly took a large sip, but immediately felt embarrassed as I met eyes with Loki over the top of the glass.

Loki chuckled warm heartedly, and took a drink of the whiskey as well.

"I understand that you feel frustrated with me for pulling you aside, and talking to you like I know you. That was unfair of me." Loki's face sobered, as he gave my hand a pat. He was such a gentleman, and I know that's cheesy, but it was so true.

"Uh," I mumbled, not sure how to cope with the sudden compassion coming from him. "It's really okay. I have no idea why you invited me for dinner; I have no idea about a lot of things, but I'll play along. Don't feel bad."