#thorragnarok

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Dark Elf!Reader
Summary: You left Svartalfheim before the first victory against your people and avoided the extinction by living in Sakaar, the home of all lost things like yourself. You lived there for a long time and built yourself a sort of home there… until a couple of Asgardians show up and ruin everything for you.
.All hell breaks loose on Sakaar and you and Loki are left trying to pick up the pieces of your plans.
Warnings: Swearing, space slavery
Word Count:~3,065
A/N: Is habbenings. I’m trying to work through my WIPs one by one.

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When you leaned back, Loki’s eyes were dark and heated, though a sharp edge of distrust glinted just below the surface. “What was that for?” he parroted your words from moments earlier.

You smiled genuinely at him and, with a deep breath, laid all your cards on the table knowing full well it might bite you in the ass. “Do I need a reason to kiss someone I find absolutely enchanting? I like you, Loki, and that is reason enough to want to kiss you.”

Loki swept into the guest room you’d been staring in and slammed the door behind him.

“He didn’t listen,” he spat.

“Hello to you, too,” you said dryly from your spot on the couch.

Loki spared you an eye roll before he began pacing in front of you. “He wants to go back to Asgard, but it’s absolute madness. Our sister has assuredly seized control by now. Going back would be to court death,” he seethed.

You tracked his dogged progress back and forth with your eyes. “You didn’t go to see him, did you?” you asked, eyes narrowed.

He froze and glared at you. “What? Of course I did!”

You tilted your head. “In person?”

His face twisted in disgust. “Do you take me for a fool? That place is disgusting.”

You groaned and slumped back onto the couch. “Youarea fool.”

He bristled and took a step towards you. “And yet you still thought me capable of tricking the Grandmaster and helping you-”

You stood in a flash and clapped a hand over his mouth. “Careful what you say, Loki. I didn’t find any surveillance equipment, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any,” you said, quiet and deadly. When it was clear he’d calmed you removed your hand from his mouth and gestured to the couch behind you. “Sit. Please.” He looked mildly mutinous but acquiesced after a beat.

“What are we going to do? He’s unwilling to help,” Loki said in a much more subdued tone.

“Did he say that?” you asked as you crawled on his lap. His arms were around your waist immediately and, as much as you wanted to, you didn’t relax into his arms.

He scowled at the mention of his brother. “All he cares for is returning home.”

You shrugged. “Then all we need to do is ensure his goals align with ours.”

Loki raised a brow. “I can hardly see how that’s possible.”

You grinned wickedly at Loki and rested your forehead against his. “He wants off Sakaar. The Grandmaster doesn’t want that. If he’s as capable as you say he is, his escape would be more than enough of a distraction to make our move.”

Loki stared at you a bit distantly, likely working through the logistics. “You wish to use him.”

“He gets what he wants and we get what we want.”

Loki’s green eyes are unusually tempestuous. “When?”

You studied his face carefully from behind your mask. “Not tonight. He’ll be heavily guarded until his match. Maybe in a few days, when things have calmed down a bit. If he lives, that is.”

Loki’s face darkened. “He won’t wait that long.”

You shrugged and rested your head on his shoulder. “He won’t have a choice.”

“I have to get off this planet.”

You’d seen Loki cocky, calculating, cunning, and even caring, but up until this exact moment, you’d never seen him absolutely terrified.

He moved to bolt for the door, but you grabbed him before he made it more than two feet and shoved him into the white couch. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” you hissed as you sat down next to him.

He didn’t have time to answer because a second later the Grandmaster paraded into the room, broad grin on his face. He greeted a few others in his private box, but quickly sat down. It was time for the main event.

When the Lord of Thunder (Thor?) spoke, though, you almost wished you’d let Loki leave.

“Hey! Hey, we know each other! He’s a friend from work,” the blond belted from down in the arena.

The Grandmaster turned to look at Loki, but both of you stared straight ahead. Loki cleared his throat conspicuously and you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow.

Thankfully, the Grandmaster became distracted the moment the fight started. You glanced at Loki out of the corner of your eye, but he too was so focused on the action that he nearly flinched when you hissed, “What the hell was that?”

Loki’s eyes stayed riveted to the action. “I know him.”

You glared at him. “He’s your brother. I’d hope you do.”

Loki shook his head and finally stared at you for more than a second. “The other one.”

You gaped at him, then at Hulk, and then back at him. We’re talking about this the moment we’re alone,” you whispered.

He nodded, but then Thor landed a blow on Hulk that sent the big green man flying and the entire arena went silent.

“What?” the Grandmaster murmured, aghast.

To his credit, Loki was sunk back in his seat, trying to look as unassuming as possible and failing spectacularly.

Apparently you didn’t have to worry about the Grandmaster’s champion being defeated, though, because a moment later Thor was being thrown about like a rag doll.

Except the sight made Loki stand up and screech, “Yes! That’s how it feels!” so loudly the entire room stared at him, including you and the Grandmaster. He seemed to realize he fucked up, though, because he covered the outburst with a half assed, “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.”

The Grandmaster was happy enough, though, that he didn’t question it.

You yanked Loki back down onto the couch and gave him A Look that he valiantly ignored by watching the action.

The two contenders traded blows back and forth. Eventually the Lord of Thunder got the upper hand. Just as he was about to make a winning blow, however, the Grandmaster activated his control disc and the blond went down like a puppet with the strings cut.

You’d been expecting it, but it still made you grimace as the Hulk leapt into the air and barreled straight for him.

“I hope he’s as tough as you claim,” you whispered to Loki, who was wincing. 

“As do I,” he said faintly.

“Sakaar, hear ye. Attention please. I have some bad news. My beloved exalted champion has turned up missing. Take to the streets. Celebrate my champion…”

You turned your head slowly to stare at Loki, who was staring at the nearest speaker with a dumbstruck expression.

“It seems that that criminally seductive Lord of Thunder has stolen him away. Take to the streets…”

You’d stopped listening to the announcement and so had Loki if the look he gave you was anything to go by.

“It seems we’ve underestimated my brother,” he said faintly.

You grabbed his arm and immediately started marching him in the direction of the Grandmaster’s palace. “You need to go talk to the Grandmaster. Do some damage control. My people aren’t in place yet.”

He dug his heels in, bringing both of you to a stop. “You want me to go back in there? With that psychopath? He’ll kill me!”

You spun around and glared at him. “If you don’t go he’ll assuredly send people out to kill you. If you go in good faith and intrigue him in some way, he’ll give you a chance to bring your brother back. He likes you too much to kill you immediately.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you and fell into step beside you as you continued your march towards the palace. “And where will you be?”

“Getting my people in order. We’re making our move today.”

He sent you a worried look. “You’re sure?”

You huffed out a sigh and glared at nothing in particular. “No, but we won’t get another chance like this again.”

The palace came into view and you stuttered to a halt and reached out for his hand, once more tugging him to a stop. Before he could even ask why you’d stopped him, you unhooked your mask and slipped if off your face. You pulled him in with your free hand and kissed him, hard and fierce. He recovered from the surprise in a heartbeat and kissed back with just as much passion. Your blood pounded in your veins but you reluctantly pulled away and slipped your mask back on.

“Don’t die, Loki,” you said sternly, fingertips ghosting over his cheek.

He looked confused and unused to such displays of affection, so he simply nodded and, with a last lingering look, turned and jogged away towards the palace.

You watched him until he disappeared into the crowd then pulled out your communication device and immediately rang Halu.

He picked up within seconds. “What’s up, boss? I’m hearing a lot of chatter coming from the capital. Something wrong?”

“Get the crew ready and over here now, Halu. It’s time.”

Halu’s normally affable exterior hardened and he nodded. “You got it, boss.”

He was late. He was supposed to check in a half hour ago, but there was only radio silence on his end.

Sakaar was in an uproar. It seemed like someone had powered down the control disc mainframe, and now the Grandmaster’s slaves were running the town. You’d already had to kill more than a few that knew you by sight and reputation; cretins eager to get back at you for being a successful scrapper.

It was by complete accident, then, that you happened upon Loki while waiting for Halu to arrive in the hangar.

He was convulsing violently on the ground and, even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he was being zapped by a control disc.

“Where is it?” you asked him, hoping he’d be able to hear you over the pain.

His eyes swiveled frantically to a spot on the other side of himself and you spotted it a few seconds later. You ran over to it and quickly pressed the button on top.

Immediately Loki let out a sigh of relief, reached behind himself, grabbed the control disk, and threw it over the walkway where it fell a long way to the bottom of the hangar.

“What the hell happened?” you asked as you rushed over to him, checking him over for any injuries. It was a show of how tired he was that he didn’t shoo you away.

“I’m afraid my brother got the drop on me,” he hissed as he rubbed at the tender spot on his back.

You raised an eyebrow at that and opened your mouth to give him shit, but, before you could, the elevator door opened and out stepped a small group of former contenders.

You and Loki froze and stared at them apprehensively.

“Hey, man. Elf Lady. We’re about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You wanna come?” the Kronan in front asked.

You gave him a disgusted look. “What? Of course we don-” Your words died in your throat at the look on Loki’s face. “You want to go,” you whispered, seeing the truth on his face no matter how neutral he tried to keep his expression. If the Kronan cared about you unceremoniously ignoring him, he gave no sign as you turned your back on them and clasped Loki’s shoulders firmly. “Why? You would be great here. We’re so close, Loki. Thisclose to making this whole planet ours.”

His eyes were distant. “You mean yours.”

The icyness of his stare stunned you momentarily and your arms dropped from his shoulders. “No, Loki. Ours.”

His face finally showed some tiny hint of emotion, but it was anger. “Save your prettied words for more gullible fools.”

You stumbled backwards as though struck. He seemed viscerally satisfied by that reaction, which hurt you almost as much as the coldness had in the first place.

“Will you not let yourself be happy for once?” you whispered, shoulder sagging. “Can you not believe that I care for you? Do you think me incapable of such a thing?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’ve known me for barely a month.”

You gazed sadly at him from behind your mask. “And yet I care more for you than I have for any living creature in memory.”

“You lie,” he whispered.

Anything you could have said in return, though, was drowned out by the sound of dozens of engines as Halu and your crew flew into the hangar.

You looked away from the ships to Loki, who was staring at you. He seemed ready to bolt at the drop of a hat.

“You won’t change your mind, will you? You’re going after your brother?” you asked him over the hum of the engines.

Those wicked green eyes stayed trained on your face as he nodded.

You sighed heavily. “Shit…” you whispered so quietly you knew he couldn’t hear.

“Boss!”

Halu and your generals were exiting their ships and walking over, looking confused and a bit bloodthirsty. Things outside must have really picked up. 

You turned away from the group of former contenders and Loki, and sauntered forward a few steps. Halu and the generals stopped, looking to you expectantly.

“Halu.”

“Yes, Boss?”

You slowly took your jacket off and your crew froze, confused. You hadn’t changed after taking over Gharui’s and the jacket you had on was a symbol of your authority; a mantle of power. To wear the jacket was to be the leader of your gang.

It dangled from your hand as you held it out between you and Halu and you took off the bottom of your mask with your other hand.

“Hear my words! From this day onward, Halu Savari shall be the leader of the South Sakaar Scrapper Gang! May he lead you as I have- to glory and wealth- and may you follow him as faithfully as he has followed me for thousands of years! Victory to the South Sakaar Scrappers!”

Your generals echoed your final words, but Halu stood frozen, hands tucked firmly at his sides.

“Boss?” he whispered, taken aback.

“No, Halu. That’s you… if you’ll just take the damn jacket,” you said quietly, smirking at the taller man.

Slowly, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening, Halu reached out and took the jacket from your outstretched hand. It was with a bittersweet smile that you watched him shrug the jacket on. It was a tight fit because of how much larger he was, but it had been big on you to begin with.

You clapped him on the shoulder and gave him one last smile. “Good luck, Halu. Kick the Grandmaster’s ass so I have a nice place to come visit, alright?”

Halu grinned widely, having realized that had really happened and he wasn’t on a bad trip of jast or something. “You got it… (Y/N).”

You turned from each other at the same moment. You could hear him giving directions to your- no, his- scrappers, but you only had eyes for one man.

Loki was staring at you with wide, distrusting eyes. “I don’t understand.”

You shrugged your shoulders, missing the familiar weight of your jacket but feeling oddly… free. “I’m coming with you.”

“You’re coming with me? To save my brother and what remains of Asgard from our evil sister, Hela?” he asked, disbelief clear in his voice.

You shrugged. “Is that what we’re doing? Do we have a plan?”

He gaped at you. “You can’t be serious. You just gave up… everything… to come on a suicide mission with me?”

You grinned wickedly at him. “It’s only a suicide mission if we die.”

Loki groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You sound like my brother.”

You laughed at that. “Well, if he got the better of you, I can’t say I take offense to that.”

Loki stared at you for a moment or two longer; long enough for you stop chuckling to yourself. “You’re serious.”

Your smile turned to something a little more vulnerable and you closed the distance between you. “About you? Always.” Before he had a chance to respond you stood on your toes and sealed your lips together in a kiss. It was brief but tender and when you pulled back he was staring at you with a spark of wonder his eyes. “I see you, Loki. Just you. And you will always be more than enough for me.”

His smile was tiny but his eyes shone bright with emotion and you smiled at the sight.

That was until a loud noise snapped you out of the moment.

The Kronan was blowing his nose into what seemed like an entire tablecloth, sand falling down from its folds. If you hadn’t seen him do it you would have assumed the sound came from a ship, as loud as it was.

“That was just… beautiful,” the Kronan said tearfully.

Loki groaned and you smiled as his head thunked heavily onto your shoulder. “They’re our ride, aren’t they?” you asked knowingly as you reached down and twined your fingers with his.

“I’m afraid so,” he said despairingly.

You smiled and kissed his temple. “Then we best be going. Destiny’s calling.”

He lifted his head up and stared down at you with such naked affection that your heart stopped for a second or two. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

The Statesman was larger than any craft you were used to piloting. It was, also, much slower than the ship Thor, Valkyrie, and the human Loki had called “Banner” escaped on.

“Ha, that’s the wreckage of Topaz’s ship,” you said as you flew over the surface of Sakaar on the way to the Devil’s Anus. “Maybe that nasty bitch finally kicked the bucket.”

Loki (who was sitting in the copilot’s seat) smiled at the thought. “Now that’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”

You grinned widely, even as the Devil’s Anus loomed closer and closer. “It really is.”

Loki shot you an amused look before he started preparing the ship for travel through the Anus. “Let’s go be big damn heroes, shall we?”

You smirked at him and urged the ship forward. “First time for everything.”

Loki’s smile turned more considering as he made the final preparations. “Yes, I suppose there is.”

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